《Son of Flame》 Ch.1 Regrets 15 minutes before Transference. There is nothing like being in a burning building. Flames roll overhead, and you descend into the eerie calmness that waits for all those who walk the knife''s edge between life and death. Even after all his years in the service, Tilly still felt most like himself in this place. Doing what few others could. They were on primary search of the building and his rookie had just cleared the last room in the basement when a terrible moan reverberated through the joists above. The ''Orange Shield'' froze in a doorway looking up at the growing flames in confusion. He had probably never heard the sound of a building collapsing from the inside. This is where he would either fall in love with this job, or quit. Tilly remembered his first fire, the feeling of stepping into a new world, one painted in orange and red. He had forced himself to move one step at a time in the pitch-black smoke as they searched for and eventually found the seat of the fire. Every man or woman in this profession faces a moment like this. All the noise, all the talk burns up in that flame, and all that is left is your training and discipline. Everything you think you know about yourself is tested, and you find out who you are when your choices can kill one of your brothers or sisters on the line next to you. Tilly gave the rookie one more second, waiting for him to conquer his fear and remember his training... but he just stood there, filling the doorway like a mannequin masquerading as a firefighter, as he continued to look up at the groaning ceiling. That¡¯s it, times up. Tilly grabbed him roughly by the strap of his Air-pack, and pulled him close, facepiece to facepiece. ¡°Get moving kid,¡± Tilly growled, he shoved the panicked rookie towards the stairs leading up from the basement and out of the collapsing building. The moaning from above crescendoed into a terrible splintering sound like a man with pneumonia finally coughing up his last breath. Both men were now rushing towards the stairs in a crouch to keep the heat off their heads as they covered the distance as fast as possible. The rookie made it to the stairs and scaled them in a few bounds, showing none of his previous hesitation. But Tilly stopped short, some niggling feeling tugged at his subconscious and he turned to take one last look down the darkening hallway. Then he saw it, ten feet down the hall to the right. A small side door, probably a closet they had missed, opened on its own and a terrified tear-stained face peeked out from the bottom of the opening. Tilly''s stomach turned to stone, and his limbs went heavy as the ceiling slowly collapsed under the weight of the collapsing timbers above it. The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. It was already too late... Even if he got to her, she wouldn''t survive the smoke and flames on the way out. While his mind struggled to process through his lack of options, his body was already moving. At this point, he was limited to a crawl toward the closet to keep the heat off him. He reached the door as the sounds of the building''s collapse thundered to a conclusion of shattered drywall and splintered joists. In a flash decision, he pushed her back from the door and dived in, jamming the door shut behind him. In the dark cramped space, he could barely hear her coughing between weakening sobs, and then the staticy crackle of his radio blared into their flimsy haven. ¡°I repeat, all crews evacuate, there has been a collapse in the primary fire floor,¡± the radio droned. Yeah, I noticed. Tilly thought wryly to himself as he took a deep breath and keyed up his radio. ¡°Mayday, Mayday, Mayday. Command, this is Firefighter Tillman, I have a victim in the basement near the A side of the building. We are sheltering in place, and will be conserving oxygen.¡± He turned and his jacket light lit up her face. She was staring at the heated door in shock, her eyes slowly glazing over. Tilly knew she was probably experiencing CO poisoning and made another flash decision. He was bigger and had breathed clean air more recently, so if anyone had a chance to survive the exposure... it was him. He took a few last deep breaths into his mask, before taking it off and putting it over her face. It only took seconds for the cloying smoke that was seeping through the cracks in the doorway to invade his unprotected airway. ¡°It''s ok Sweetie *cough*. "This *cough* will help you feel better *cough*. " He stuttered out as he tightened the straps around the back of her head on either side of her little ponytail. When he turned her now limp head back towards his light he saw that she had passed out under the mask and figured it was for the best. He coughed a few more times, and fogginess began to set in. His thoughts came to him more slowly, as if billowing through his mind on a lazy cloud of smoke. Why did it have to be a little girl? His mind began to wander, and he was taken back unwillingly to that flat, gray Wednesday afternoon when he had finally said goodbye to his daughter after her long fight in the hospital. He could still feel her small cold hand going limp in his. It wasn''t going to be enough...He was failing all over again, The lines between past and present slowly blurred along with his vision and there was suddenly no difference for him between that sad Wednesday so many years ago, and this one. ¡°It''s OK Emma, *Cough* it''s ok.¡± He mumbled as he took off his jacket in the growing heat and draped it over her curled-up form. His arms felt like they had been filled with cement and he distantly heard his radio crackling. Little cinders fell from above to sear his shoulders, but the sharp pain felt distant and unimportant for some reason. ¡°Tilly!...5 minu¡­ old on!¡± ... The Stubbening. And it has finally happened. I am moving this work over to Amazon, and to have any chance of making money off it, I have had to go exclusive, so unfortunately I will not be able to offer B1 for free on Royal Road any longer. The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. I do strongly encourage you to hop over to Amazon or Audible and enjoy it there! As always, thanks for expressing even a passing interest in my work, I wouldn''t be much of a writer if I didn''t have any readers. So thank you for joining me, even briefly, on my writing journey. CH. 58 Reckoning ¡°Jonathan Tillman, You have a... talent for thinking outside the box.¡± Tilly came to on a rough sawn wooden floor. He sat up, immediately reaching his hands to his head, ready for the onslaught of pain that he was sure would be coming. ¡°No pain can reach you here. You broke yourself down on the quantum level, temporarily removing yourself completely from time and space. Your imagination has bridged a gap of probability so great that you have just performed one of the most unlikely escapes I have ever seen¡­ I hope you know that means quite a lot coming from me.¡± Tilly looked up in confusion and found himself in an achingly familiar cabin. ''Grandad¡¯s place.'' He had only gotten to come here as a kid a few times before Grandad had died, but those summer trips ¡°roughing it¡± had been some of his best childhood memories. The strangeness of his situation imparted a stolid pace to his thoughts as he struggled to come to terms with what he was experiencing. He turned slowly, breathing in the familiar smell of wood smoke, inspecting the shelf stuffed with tattered books in astonishment, and finally, stood facing the two chairs in front of the fireplace. It all felt so normal¡­ That is, until he saw the burst of light come into being in his grandad¡¯s chair. An extremely complex network of woven light settled itself in the overstuffed armchair, its shape somehow giving off the impression that it was sitting. The pattern of flowing luminescence was so bright and intricate that as Tilly squinted against its brilliance he had trouble finding where the cabin ended and its form began. As his eyes adjusted he realized that there was no end to the network, rather it was seamlessly integrated into its surroundings. The strands of light grew less opalescent the farther from the central network they went and faded until they were completely transparent. But as Tilly looked closely he found that they were still very much present weaving everything in the room back towards the center. Tilly uncomfortably followed the few strands that he could spot reaching toward him until they ended in his chest. He looked back up, his mouth dry and face slack as comprehension slowly dawned. Despite how otherworldly the pattern of light before him looked, he addressed the vaguely humanoid shape in its midst. ¡°You are Him aren¡¯t you?¡± Tilly said, addressing the Living Network with something approaching awe. ¡°It is not incorrect to call me ¡®Him¡¯ although it is a little derivative.¡± Tilly could practically hear the teasing smile behind the words. In the face of that levity, his fury and sorrow from the last few hours came crashing back, displacing wonder. His mind flooded with questions and accusations. They rose up from the well of pain at his center, jostling for position on his tongue. Before he could make an active election, a few popped out, forming partial thoughts and then dying as he attempted to find some calm in the tumult of his emotions. ¡°Where were¡­How could you¡­ All those people...¡± The questions rose and were choked off. Each one was like a boat capsizing under the onslaught of a stormy sea, not able to fully express the aching pain and furious resentment that suddenly swamped Tilly''s heart. In response Origin¡¯s light dimmed until a fatherly, caramel-skinned man sat before him in something resembling a mechanic''s outfit. His eyes crinkled in compassion, ¡°Why don¡¯t you sit down? We have time but I want to spend it well.¡± Confusion warred with anger on Tilly¡¯s face, before they settled into an uneasy truce of suspicion. He slowly approached, watching the now unassuming man sit leaning forward with his hands clasped in front of him. Those hands were dirty, but in the way that a gardener''s hands would be after a long day working in the soil. Tilly took his seat, struggling with what to say. Origin just sat there with a look of concern painted across his face in broad clear strokes. Something about this kindly demeanor set Tilly even further out of sorts. He seemed to invite Tilly¡¯s questions and for some reason this caused Tilly to hesitate, looking for the right place to begin. Through it all, Origin sat patiently, maintaining eye contact in a way that invited...something. Demands for answers lived and died on the surface of Tilly''s mind as he tried to reconcile his expectations with the calm reality that sat before him. Finally, he settled for the one that had haunted him for days as he fought against Corruption on multiple fronts. ¡°How could you let this happen? Can¡¯t you do something?¡± ¡°Yes¡­ That is always a tough one,¡± Origin said leaning back into his chair, with a sigh. ¡°If I wanted, I could wipe away all of Corruption. I could dispose of evil in a moment and claim the throne of the souls of men with power and glory¡­ But I actively choose not to. And this is very painful. Both for me and for you...¡± Then he just stopped, looking at Tilly as if he was waiting for something. The silence lingered and then grew as Tilly realized that he didn''t plan on continuing. ¡°And?¡± Tilly said shocked, expecting at least some sort of defense or explanation. ¡°And what?¡± Origin asked, a small smile again quirking the edges of his lips. He was infuriatingly cool in the face of the horrors Tilly had witnessed, both in this life and the last and all of Tilly¡¯s hesitancy disappeared in a puff of smoke, ¡°WHY?!¡± Tilly shouted, snarling in rage as he gripped the armrests of the chair so hard that they creaked in protest. Origin didn¡¯t even flinch at the sudden outburst, he just leaned forward into Tilly¡¯s anger and began to shine. If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. The mesmerizing network of complex woven light returned, illuminating a thick pattern flowing outward from his center in two opposite directions. Both continued to be revealed and illuminated until they reached out to an incomprehensible length. Unable to help himself, Tilly tried to follow the pattern in one direction to its end. His vision doubled and his mind flexed uncomfortably as he saw one end of the pattern both within the one-room cabin and in the infinite distance. Origin''s voice echoed eerily over the boundless vista, ¡°I am, as we speak, standing at the beginning of Time, setting this work into motion. It is a very ambitious work¡­ For I am creating something that has full freedom of choice and I have committed to guarding that freedom until the end,¡± he said looking in the same direction Tilly had. Tilly could see the beginning of the immeasurable strands of existence, each being pulled into a weave that started simply, yet beautifully. Origins'' voice spoke again, drawing Tilly to look in the opposite direction, ¡°I am also, right now, standing at creation''s final moment in Time, watching as what I hold most dear, becomes something far greater.¡± Tilly turned slowly, fighting to stay conscious as something akin to mental nausea took his perception through loops. The simple motion of turning his head juxtaposed sickeningly with the terrifying amount of distance his perception covered. As his perception traveled toward the other end of the pattern he noticed that the weave never stopped changing, increasing in complexity and beauty as it moved through time. When Tilly finally found the end with his eyes, he could more than just see it, he could smell, hear, and taste just how supremely glorious it had become. All of his senses were evoked at once and he was drawn into the very definition of Goodness. It was the smell of freshly baked bread, the taste of summer¡¯s first strawberry, and the crescendo of a symphony all at once. The sensations wrapped around him, drawing him into an embrace that seemed to permeate every part of his being. His awe returned, striking his soul with a thunderous truth he could not understand. As he struggled to comprehend just what he was seeing, a memory emerged. It rose out of the midst of the tension between his ability to understand and his longing to know. He was back in his daughter''s room, having just arrived home after a long shift. She had stayed up way too late fighting sleep so she wouldn¡¯t miss him. And as tired as he was, he had charged into the room roaring like a lion and collapsed on his three-year-old in an impromptu tickle attack. The sound of her squeals of delight and laughter echoed through the room as the light of the pattern slowly faded. His chest constricted and he tried to remember how to breathe, struck dumb by the beauty and the sorrow that welled up in the wake of the memory. He turned back to Origin, who was once again in his human form, and was shocked to find him crying as he too turned away from the scene. ¡°Jonathan, I am so sorry about your daughter.¡± He said as tears continued to stream freely down his face. Then, as if nourished by the steady flow of his tears, a small joyful smile bloomed, ¡°I am, however, happy to tell you that her story is not over. It continues in a different form and you will see her there, at the end.¡± The words and the manner in which they were given cut straight to the heart of Tilly¡¯s bitterness. For, if Tilly was to believe them then he would have to let go of all the blame and hatred he had hoarded in his heart for so many years. These were the knives he used to punish himself when he stumbled, the broken glass he scattered around his heart to keep anyone from getting close. Another memory rose to the surface of his mind. His mother stood over him on his tricycle, an expression of shock and then hot anger twisting her face as she looked down at the shattered porcelain lamp. Slowly she lifted her eyes, her expression too dangerous for his young mind to comprehend. ¡°God Dammit, Jonny! Why do you always break everything?¡± she hissed at him, almost spitting out the last words. The memory sat like a weight in his stomach, assuring him that no matter what happened in life, everything he touched would end up in ruins. The laughter of his daughter echoed again through his mind, joined now, by the courageous smile of the little satyr girl, whose name he could not even remember. His eyes cleared and hope beckoned to him, inviting him to something new... something strange and wonderful. He found Origin still there, waiting¡­ vulnerable. Tilly¡¯s choice mattered to him. And in that moment, under those eyes, Tilly was frightened to realize that he mattered. That significance, something that he had chased his whole career in the fire department, gave him the strength he needed to lift the awful weight of guilt off his soul. The burden of decades of self-hatred fell to the floor as Tilly looked into those eyes and found a lightness he couldn¡¯t understand. He would see his daughter again, he believed it. ¡°I am very glad you have chosen to try, Jonathan,¡± - Origin said, his smile less grating than it had been just minutes before.- ¡°Now it is time for you to return... there is much yet left for you to do.¡± Then Origin clapped his hands together and stood. Tilly flinched in surprise at the movement and stuttered, ¡°Wh- Wait! I thought you said we had time?¡± Tilly stammered, scrambling up out of his chair. ¡°Jonathan, you have been here for five days. I do not think you would want to miss what is coming for your friends and the new nation you have helped start.¡± Origin answered, his expression becoming somber. ¡°Aren¡¯t you going to help me with the Seed? Or at least tell me what to do to help Amelia. The purification Ability isn¡¯t enough. I don''t know what to do.¡± Tilly said, the urgency of his situation beginning to go off like a siren in his mind. ¡°You already have the answers to your questions¡­ I will not take your freedom to choose from you,¡± Origin declared, his face growing hard for the first time in their encounter. ¡°Now go!¡± The light and then the room itself started to fade around Tilly. He tried not to feel panic as the impending crash back to reality loomed in his mind. ¡°Can¡¯t you tell me anything else? I have no clue what I am doing out there!¡± At this point, the figure and the cabin it had held together in the void were almost completely gone, but Origin¡¯s voice returned one last time, ¡°You are free, nothing can change that. Use this great gift well...¡± Then the voice faded into the nothingness leaving Tilly alone. The blackness around him was absolute. His sense of place and even time was distorted by the infinite emptiness that was both endless and intimate. Then a pinprick of light burst in front of him. He reached out toward it, as it grew into a marble and then a fist-sized hole of brightness. Tilly watched in fascination as he realized it was hurtling towards him, or he toward it¡­ He couldn¡¯t tell and before he had time to puzzle it out, he was colliding with the now truck-sized opening of light. The harsh light of day assaulted his eyes and a roaring filled his ears. He blinked rapidly as he covered his head in anguish, fending off the onslaught of reality. Slowly, shapes began to resolve out of the glare in front of him and the roar reduced itself to incomprehensible noise and then finally the sound of voices. One figure pulled itself away from the milling patchwork of shapes and colors, its form sharpening as it approached. A face covered in a thin layer of gray fur leaned in close to Tilly, its milky white eyes looking deeply into his own as if they were looking through him, back in time, to what he had just experienced. ¡°Welcome Home, Gaijin. You are among friends and we are glad you have returned¡­ from wherever you went.¡± Ch. 59 A Good Nights Sleep The scene behind Ichiro resolved into clarity before Tilly¡¯s eyes and he found a much changed Lapin Village if you could even call it that anymore. The wooden palisade was gone and lines of buildings had been deconstructed to widen the road going towards the docks on the river and the valley outside the gate. That valley had experienced an even greater transformation with the influx of new residents. All of the sparse forest leading to the base of the mountain far in the distance had been clear-cut. In its place was a huge milling camp of refugees, which was sprawled out around a square of timber longhouses as big again as the village itself. ¡°How long was I gone?¡± Tilly whispered with a hoarse voice, watching as the guards and other lapins attending to business in the village square began to point and exclaim excitedly with several running off as soon as they realized who had arrived. It seemed like the only one who had actually been expecting him was Ichiro. ¡°A little less than a week I would say, hard to keep track with all that we have going on. From all reports, your trip to the capital was quite eventful.¡± He said, a playful smile emerging under milky white eyes that still managed to dance with mirth. ¡°Eventful¡­ sure let''s call it that. Did everyone make it through alright?¡± Tilly asked tiredly, trying and failing to resist the leaden feeling that had returned to his limbs and now his eyelids as the events of the past two weeks caught up to him. His notification icon was going crazy and at a mental inquiry he found that he had gained another level sometime after the fighting. Sluggishly, he thought about pulling up the screen... Ichiro said something else, but Tilly missed it completely, feeling pulled in too many directions for his addled mind to follow, ¡°I''m sorry, can you say that again?¡± Ichiro responded by pulling him up from the ground where he had collapsed without noticing, ¡°Come friend, I made sure your place was kept ready for you. You must rest and eat.¡± Ichiro said, leading Tilly by the arm as he stumbled forward, the shock of adrenaline at having arrived back within the bounds of space/time had left him feeling drained and shaky. It was like emerging from a sensory deprivation chamber and then being given heavy medication. Everything was too loud and bright, yet at the same time draped in the cotton fuzziness of pure exhaustion. The walk to his little one-room house was a blur. Now that the weight of hundreds of thousands of lives did not hang on his shoulders he felt utterly spent. Even the strange conversation with Origin had left him feeling as wrung as a dirty dish rag. His eyes kept scanning those around him in the late afternoon light, dreading the appearance of a weapon, yet too tired to do something if attacked. Something about Ichiro''s steady gait and firm guiding hand on his arm did more than help him through the crowd of onlookers. It slowly pulled him out of his fight-or-flight state, and he began to trust that he had found some respite from the near-constant danger that had marked his new life. Before he knew it, he was lying on the pallet bed he remembered so fondly. Ichiro said something else, but Tilly was already asleep and didn''t hear the door close softly on the quiet room. He slept deeply, his soul lighter than it had been in a long time as he dreamed of a hidden valley with a flower at its center and a song so sweet that it plucked away the few worries and cares that tried to burrow their way into his respite.
What felt like weeks later, Tilly turned his head and nestled back into his blankets, but was started awake by an uncomfortably wet feeling against his cheek. He growled and lifted his head, squinting down at the offending patch of linen, and found it completely soaked in drool. ¡°Ugh¡­¡± He mumbled to himself, pushing up from the pallet and looking around. Nearby someone had set a huge container of water, and a tray of food, covered in different dishes. Tilly¡¯s dry, cottony-feeling mouth watered and he stumbled over to the treasure trove of small ceramic bowls organized around a larger one heaped with rice. His stomach cramped as Maslow''s hierarchy of needs demanded his attention one by one. Tilly plopped down on the mat before the tray and mostly ignored the chopsticks in favor of pouring the contents of the assorted bowls down his throat and washing them down with huge swallows of water. All thoughts fled as Tilly entered into the almost meditative bliss of stuffing himself as fast as he could. Before he knew it, the tray was a mess of tipped-over dishes and spilled rice. He looked down at the mess he had just made slightly ashamed and thought briefly of trying to stack the bowls. But once again, his body made its demands known as his bladder pressed down angrily on his pelvis, and a sudden urgent need registered in his system. Ignoring these needs for days on end apparently did have some sort of consequence. In fact, the feeling struck so powerfully that, for a moment, Tilly had to struggle to keep everything contained. He lurched to his feet, suddenly overwhelmed by a driving desire to find the little communal outhouse he had remembered from his last stay here. He slid the front door open urgently and moved through, barely remembering to slide it closed behind him. Even at this hour, Tilly saw people moving with purpose up and down the street, each pursuing some task they thought was vital to the young city. He picked the direction that felt right and started moving down the small street. The village''s transformation was unfolding all around him. Timber was laid in stacks everywhere and the sound of sawing and hammering was already ringing out through the morning. Though, it was difficult to find a rhyme or reason for how things were being designed. Some buildings seemed to be actually under construction, while others seemed to just be outlined with piles of resources left in the middle.Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings. Each time he passed a Lapin, they bowed and smiled, as if they personally knew Tilly. Tilly tried to give each one a nod back, which painfully slowed his progress. It must have been the title at work because he had yet to see anyone he knew. None of the satyrs he passed or the few other races gave him anything but the typical, ''Was that a human?'' double take Tilly had grown used to. Finally, he found the outhouse, marked by a rock-covered ditch flowing under the slightly elevated closet-sized building. There were a few lapins in line when he got there, but they all stepped away as he arrived bowing as they did so. ¡°No guys, I can wait, I promise,¡± Tilly said, waving them back in line and dancing in place. None of them even looked up at his attempts, let alone responded. The door to the small shack opened, and another lapin emerged, hopping out of the way as he saw Tilly, and joining in the bowing. They all just stood there avoiding his eyes as they waited for him to take his turn. ¡°Alright, alright. I''ll be quick!¡± He blurted in a higher than-necessary voice, extremely uncomfortable in the current situation. He nodded to each lapin on his way up to the door, feeling every bit like a fish out of water. As soon as he closed the door, however, he dropped all pretenses of control along with his pants. He had to bite back a groan of relief as he sat on the wooden seat, releasing the pressure sitting on his pelvis bidirectionally. Once he was fully evacuated, he sighed in contentment. The last dregs of stress collected over the hellish week finally started to drain away as he took a moment to sit there and experience the sweet contented comfort of a full stomach and empty bowels. Then, remembering the line of people waiting outside, he looked around the small room¡­ and his anxiety immediately ratcheted back up to eleven. The only thing he could find in the dim shack was a cup of plain sticks of various sizes, he almost picked one up to investigate when the smell hit him and he gagged. Never before had he felt so heavy a burden to deliver a people from such onerous bondage. He shuddered at the thought of how these sticks were used and experienced a pang of longing for his pile of Charmin leaves lying forgotten somewhere in this valley. Someone outside let out a cough, and Tilly looked around again in desperation, hoping against hope that something would just magically appear to rescue him in his moment of need- Nope, just him and the shit sticks. He churned his mind, squeezing every drop of inspiration he could from it. Magic! Of course! He rifled through his fantasy fanny pack and found nothing that would work. Then he took another look at his sleeve. His legendary, self-cleaning sleeve. With a grimace, he reached back to do the dirty, dirty deed and felt the armor tighten unnaturally around his arm and shoulder, constricting his movements, ¡°Hey! I don''t like this any more than you do! One of us has to take the hit and I can¡¯t self-clean!¡± He said straining against the suddenly skin-tight jacket. It refused to budge and Tilly growled in frustration. Then it hit him, Can¡¯t self-clean. His mind flashed through a montage of moments when he had discovered new aspects of his powers; His first enflamed strike. Enflaming his fist to strike at a manifestation of Corruption. Enflaming his finger to save Linus. Wreathing his whole body in cascading blue flames that burnt away everything but his skin, hair, and armor. Burnt away everything. Tilly was shaken by the revelation and urgently focused on his sphincter, but this time in a way that agitated his mana into producing a portion of his power. He didn''t need the entire Ability he had discovered in his final battle with Titus, just a small portion of it. The hot, but not unpleasant feeling of his own magically produced flame followed soon after, emerging in an extremely localized position on his body. After a few moments, a very particular smell filled the small room. Having been around fire most of his adult life, he had of course experienced the aroma of burning feces... But that didn''t make it any less unpleasant. Tilly held the flame there for five more seconds even as the normally moist orifice became painfully dry. Then he released it, having eliminated everything he could and hopefully having cleansed the area. He sighed deeply in relief, then immediately regretted it, letting out a hacking cough. He quickly pulled up his pants and banged the door open, hoping that nothing odd had been noticed by those waiting. The line had grown twice as long as when he had entered, each lapin present looking elsewhere, studiously avoiding the small smoky shack. Tilly cleared his throat in deep discomfort and all but ran past the line back toward his refuge. He didn''t know what he would do when he got there, but anywhere was better than the scene of his probable cultural crime. Besides he needed a place to sit and think for a few minutes. Once he was far enough down the road, he slowed his almost jog down to a normal pace. He almost jumped when a booming voice hit him from a distance, interrupting his squinting scan for the door to his room. ¡°Jonathan Tillman! It is good to see you awake!¡± Shuji¡¯s greeting resounded down the street. Tilly turned further down the street and found Shuji emerging from the exact door he was looking for. ¡°Man, it is good to see you!¡± Tilly grunted, happy to be leaving behind his most recent ordeal. As he approached, Shuji rushed forward and encompassed Tilly in a warm embrace. "I''m afraid I never got the chance to say thank you for your help that first night. I shudder to think what would have become of me if you had not intervened." He burbled, suddenly emotional. "Shuji, you saved my life like three times in the capital... I should be thanking you!" Tilly answered in exasperation, as he clapped the large Librarian on the back. The lapin released the hug and gestured for Tilly to go inside. Tilly complied, eager to finally get some answers. Shuji followed closely behind, sliding the door closed and settling to his knees easily on the mat floor. Tilly attempted to match Shuji''s relaxed seated position but ended up in sitting like a kindergartener. The Librarian''s tears were gone and he once again wore his cheerful smile, a mischievous look twinkling in his eyes. Tilly was starting to enjoy Shuji''s constant positive outlook. Whatever crazy shit was going down, one guy in the room would always see the glass as half full. But, after a few seconds, Tilly began to recognize the unmistakable signs of someone who had gone days, or even weeks with little to no sleep. Chapter 60 AMA with Shuji Shuji leaned in excited, clearly unbothered by his tired state, ¡°It is a very exciting time for us even if many unexpected changes were required for us to move forward. Over the last week, we found ourselves with numbers far greater than what we had anticipated, and that has come with many logistical challenges that had to be addressed before we established ourselves as a Faction. We find ourselves with several impossible gaps in our logistical capability that we hope to find a solution to later today..." He explained, allowing his smile to slip a fraction before forcing it back up to its full state. "The hardest part for me has been, of course, giving up my quaint shop in the village. I had become quite fond of it, but others with more appropriate classes are taking over. Now it is nothing but administration work until we get a library established¡­Which I am afraid will not happen for some time. But look at me rambling on. I am here to make sure you are settled back in and advise you before the meeting this morning.¡± Shuji said, a hungry gleam shining in his eyes at the prospect of learning something new. ¡°Well, all things considered, I think our escape went much better than expected," Tilly said, trying to catch up with events before being struck by a thought, "Wait! Linus, Mochizuki... Amelia! Have they recovered?¡± Tilly almost shouted as memories of their injuries hit him like a brick to the face. Shuji''s smile twitched downward for a minute before responding with his usual optimism, ¡°You will see Linus at the council meeting this morning. He is not what he once was, but still serves the people. Don''t tell him I said this, but it is probably better that he has taken the position he has with the former empire. Mochizuki made a full recovery, although I doubt you will see her much in the near future. Amelia has woken and seems to be at no risk of becoming one of those... Corrupted. Despite that, nothing we do seems to be able to clear away her current level of infection. She is out on the fields and pasture land now working on a system that will hopefully be able to feed all of these new people. I am afraid in the short term that food will be one of our biggest challenges.¡± Then before Tilly could ask about any others, Shuji slapped his hands on the mat in front of him decisively. ¡°Enough about others, human! I have been sent here to advise you before the meeting, and Hiro will not be gentle with me if you continue as you have been.¡± ¡°What?¡± Tilly said, looking down at himself, before it dawned on him¡­ It was finally time to get some answers! No attack, no running for his life. He could actually learn something about this world and the system that governed it. ¡°Oh Hell Yes!, Shuji. My bad, let''s get down to it, can I ask you anything?¡± At that, Shuji hesitated for a second, before answering, ¡°I think it is best if we start with your Character Sheet. Lord Hiro is somewhat concerned that you have been¡­ ah¡­ haphazard in your choices so far, and he wishes you to have the best advice I can offer regarding your build going forward. I am by no means an expert, but this is within my area of interest and we believe you could use the help.¡± He said suddenly looking anywhere but Tilly''s eyes. Tilly¡¯s face, however, brightened considerably at the offer, ¡°Shuji, I don¡¯t know if you think that''s offensive. But no one knows more than me that I have been scrambling from day one. I would love your thoughts¡­ But there is something I have to tell you first. It''s time I was honest with you and Lord Hiro.¡± The last sentence just slipped out of Tilly''s mouth, not at all premeditated. But now that it was out there, he found himself torn. ¡°Please Gaijin, you are among friends, no less than any of our people in my eyes,¡± Shuji said, concern coloring the edges of his reassurance. Not suspicion. Not disappointment. Concern. Tilly''s voice caught in his throat for a moment, again feeling hesitant to burden the already tired lapin with his problems¡­ As he thought about how best to put it, he felt the subtle throbbing emanating from his side, harder to notice than ever. Or did it feel weaker? ''Maybe it was getting better¡­ Maybe he could manage it.'' He looked back up into Shuji''s earnest expression. He was genuinely offering help and cared about Tilly''s well-being. That look pierced through Tilly''s confusion and suddenly, just for an instant, he was sitting back in that cabin looking into another set of eyes. ¡°Shuji!¡± Tilly blurted out, abandoning any careful shaping of his statement. ¡°When I went up to fight the Corrupted tree, it infected me with something¡­ Something that I think might be far stronger than anything we have encountered so far. No matter what I do, it is growing worse. I am afraid I might be becoming something even worse than what I burned down in the temple.¡± The words tumbled out of him in a rush, seeming to rip free from the depths of his psyche. Then it was all out of him, and he felt... light. For better or worse, others knew. Shuji leaned back on his heels and thoughtfully nodded to himself. His face grew serious as he considered Tilly¡¯s words, but his eyes¡­ They still danced as if he was enjoying a joke no one else had heard and he certainly didn''t seem surprised. ¡°Shuji¡­ Did you already know?¡± Tilly asked hesitantly, trying to read through the expression on the Librarian¡¯s face. ¡°Yes, of course. Even if Ichiro had not told us, it would have been plain from several points of observation. But we are glad you are willing to share. This means you are willing to accept help, which does us great honor. What that help will be, however, must still be considered. It is part of the reason I am here, to find out how we must proceed.¡± Tilly let out a deep sigh, his shoulders straightening from a slump he did not even know was there. He wasn¡¯t alone. ¡°Alright, Let''s get to it. I haven¡¯t had a chance to look recently¡­¡± Tilly pulled up his Character Sheet and started to read it out to Shuji, deciding not to hold anything back. This was his chance to finally get some questions answered and maybe even some decent advice on how to proceed.
Jonathan Luke Tillman Level: 18 (2000/500,000 Exp until next Level) Display Name: Tilly Race: Human Class: Son of Flame Health: 100%(1.8% per min.) Mana: 100%(1.5% per min.) Corruptions Influence: 24% Status Effects: Minor Corruption [Hidden] -16% wisdom +11% strength Titles: [Harbinger], [Resolute], [Origin¡¯s Champion], [Corruption¡¯s Host],[Trusted Gaijin],[Hostile Environment], [Scarred Heart].[Divine Wind] Stats: Constitution: 18 Endurance: 99 (108.9) Dexterity: 35 (38.5) Strength: 13(14.4) Wisdom: 18(15.2) Intelligence: 13
Equipment: Origin¡¯s primitive stone hatchets: +10% to Dexterity. (Legendary, growth type)Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more. +Imbued Ability Recall. Origin¡¯s primitive leather armor: +10% to Endurance. (Legendary, growth type) +Imbued Form Sun Salamander +Imbued Form Nullspider/Mana Engine Enchantment. Skills: -Forestcraft level 12 -Identify level 17 -Cooking level 12 -Beginner Hatchet level 12 -Animal Processing level 9 -Stealth level 7 -Herb Lore Level 2 -Ax Throwing Level 15 -Dual-Wielding (Hatchets) Level 8 -Spirit Walk Level 14
Abilities: -[Blue] Flame Strike: Channel the fire within you to strike at your opponents. Each strike leaves a smoldering ember at the point of impact and does damage over time. Ember damage is stackable. This Ability has been augmented by your mantle and does 200% more damage to Corruption. -[Blue] Flame Expulsion+: At the cost of 25-50% of your total mana, you channel the fire within you into a wave flowing from your center, impacting everything around you in a sphere. Ability scales with mana. This Ability has been augmented by your mantle and does 200% more damage to Corruption. -[Blue] Flame¡¯s Renewal+: At the cost of 5-10% of your total mana, you impart the purifying nature of your indwelling flame, greatly increasing the recipient''s ability to remove curses, poisons, and infections from their body. This Ability has been augmented by your mantle and does 200% more damage to Corruption. -Mana Overdrive: You may perform abilities without paying the Mana cost in exchange for unused Experience stored in the subspace of your soul at a rate of 100:1. -Wrath¡¯s Shroud: At the cost of 1% mana per second, you may enflame your entire body without physical consequence. You will continually produce flame from your core while this ability is active and any attack you perform will automatically be empowered with your flame.
Titles: [Harbinger]: One touched by Origin to bring about change, ¡°None may interfere.¡± This and all other Origin-related titles, abilities, and items will be changed and seen as unremarkable by any deity or deity-aligned faction. [Resolute]: Your endurance stat is higher than all of your other stats combined. As long as this remains true, you may completely negate one fatal blow per day. [Origin¡¯s Champion]: You have accepted the mantle of champion from Origin. This will augment your skills and abilities over time to reflect your new nature. [Corruption¡¯s Host]: You hold within your body a Seed of Corruption. This entity''s progress has been slowed by divine interference, but it will take every opportunity to grow until it has subsumed your will. Seeds influence: 24% [Trusted Gaijin]: The highest honor that can be bestowed on a nonlapin by the ruling class. It marks you as a ¡°friend¡± to all Lapinkind and they will be immediately predisposed towards offering you any help they may. [Hostile Environment]: Due to the unique nature of your physical body, foreign substances have a hard time persisting within your physical body. Poisons, Viruses, and Physical Curses will be 50% less effective against you. This Title scales with Endurance. [Scarred Heart]: Any goal you pursue motivated by a deep heart desire will be met with an unparalleled opportunity by the System. ¡°Guard your Heart, for out of it will flow Unimaginable Strength.¡± [A Divine Wind]: When you attack an opponent more than double your level while holding their full attention, you gain a 25% bonus to your attack power.
Shuji rubbed his mustache and muttered to himself as Tilly read, harumphing at certain points and nodding to himself at others. As Tilly finished his last title, he turned towards Shuji who didn''t seem to notice he had stopped reading. Tilly himself couldn''t help but catch that despite everything he had been through, Corruption''s influence had still gone up two percentage points at some point in the battle. That more or less overshadowed the joy he would have had at seeing the increases in his hatchet-related skills and the surprisingly useful Spirit Walk skill. The only other real change besides his level up was the new ability, Wrath''s Shroud which seemed like a continuous lower-intensity version of Flame Expulsion. Whatever else it was, it would certainly be a useful addition, especially now that he had an alternative source of mana. Even if that source robbed him of leveling progress. All of this and more tumbled around in Tilly''s mind as he eagerly looked forward to receiving some sort of context for all the numbers and terms he had been interacting with since day one. ¡°Well, what do you think?" Tilly finally asked, interrupting the lapin''s fugue. ¡°Ah." He said, breaking away from his musings, "You already had an interesting class when we first met, but now it has grown into a build, unlike anything I have ever read about in the libraries. Am I right in my understanding that you do not receive new Abilities as you level?¡± ¡°Yeah. Instead, they come to me at moments when I experience intense emotion. But the process doesn¡¯t seem to be predictable. It just kind of happens.¡± Shuji continued to stroke his mustache thoughtfully as he began to get lost again in his thoughts muttering to himself, ¡°Perhaps from a previous epoch, his system compatibility seems both abnormally low and high for a Progenitor class...¡± ¡°What is a Progenitor class?¡± Tilly broke in again, beginning to feel like he was interrupting a private conversation. ¡°Oh! Goodness me! Mooning over new data like a fresh librarian''s assistant! Very sorry, I am here to advise you after all." He sputtered, coming to himself again. "Some of what I will share with you is theory, but much of our understanding of the plane and your place in it as humans continues to change. It is hotly debated whether we are a derivative of your world or the other way around. Most tend to see what happens on Nephesh as the leading edge of the entire cycle of existence. Our scholarship is very likely biased in this regard. Yet it is well known that in this place ideals, concepts, and even certain embodiments of culture struggle for supremacy. To be a god on this plane is to embody an ideal or concept so completely that it determines your course of action as much as you affect its meaning. What we saw over the capital was the temporary manifestation of humanity''s concept of the serpent for example.¡± ¡°Whatever it was, it''s gone now. That guy got destroyed before I entered the portal,¡± Tilly cut in, thinking Shuji would want to know. ¡°No, you saw its manifestation disrupted. The serpent will live on in some form as long as it has believers. The Cult itself exists to propagate terror of its power across the plane. It was weakened for certain, but not destroyed.¡± ¡°Excuse me for saying this, but didn''t your Goddess die? That''s what Hiro said.¡± ¡°Not exactly, She gave up much of her sapience to empower the two swords that are our people¡¯s heritage, and create a sovereign crystal that has been our people''s Promise through the generations,¡± Shuji explained solemnly, enjoying the gravity of the legends of his people. ¡°Uggh! So many questions! Every time you answer one, another comes comes up! I want to know what this Promise is, but first, I want to talk about my Character Sheet and what is up with my class. I have gathered that other people gain Abilities along with their levels, but for some reason, I don¡¯t. What does that mean?¡± ¡°Ah, yes! Progenitor classes! It is well documented by interviews with your kind that time does not flow parallel here to your world, rather our two times, and perhaps others, weave in and around each other-¡± At that, Tilly looked up sharply, the memory of what he saw in his grandfather''s cabin burning brightly in his mind''s eye. Shuji seemed not to notice, ¡°But both of our worlds progress together, and both have experienced Epochs of change. Not much is known about them besides that they mark a major shift in the way power and influence are defined by the System governing our world. They are generally referred to as-¡± ¡°Shuji-" Tilly interrupted, - ¡°My class. What can you tell me about it, and what do you think about my stat distribution? I''m sure the rest of this is important. But that is what I need to know now.¡± ¡°Ah, yes. My apologies. In these times, I get so little chance to share my passions¡­ Well, it is my theory that your class is perhaps derived from the very first Epoch of power on Nephesh. The Epoch of The Hunter and The Prey. Any concepts that have survived from that time are extremely powerful and I believe your class is the current system''s attempt to quantify the embodiment of an ancient power. We call classes not native to this Epoch, Progenitor classes. The system will continue to attempt to quantify your effect on the world, but the actual mechanics of your advancement will defy and at times, break the typical rules governing classes and powers on this plane.¡± At this he paused, taking a moment to take in Tilly again, some hint of awe shading his eyes, ¡°Humans are almost always agents of change, renewing conflict in our world, and making sure established power structures are always in question. But I think you represent something much greater than that. I heard from the soldiers what you did outside of the city, and all of us saw the flames. Something like that should only be possible at much higher levels¡­ But it seems you have arrived on the eve of great conflict on our Plane, and in you, we find a way, perhaps, to counter the new dark power that is rising.¡± CH. 61 A New Hope The weight of Shuji¡¯s prediction hung in the room like a stark light, casting everything they had spoken of in shadows of meaning. Tilly struggled for a moment under the idea that perhaps he was the only solution Origin had in place for what could be an entire apocalypse¡­ No. That couldn''t be right. What he had seen in that one-room cabin had changed him. He wanted it to be real... He needed it to be real. But even if it was, part of him understood that a good ending did not automatically mean that all the lives he just helped save would continue unmolested. Whatever Corruption was, the priests at the Temple of Light had said it was emerging everywhere. Tilly didn''t know what that meant for the people here, but the thought of what else they would face before this was all over sent shivers down his spine. That little girl was out there in that camp somewhere, and he was going to do everything in his power to make sure she had a chance to grow up. He jerked his attention away from his dark musing and back to the present. ¡°Ok well, all the world-ending stuff aside¡­ I may have one of these Progenitor classes. But that doesn''t change the fact that I have stats to allocate. Is what I have done so far idiotic? I know they are skewed, but I only did what I had to in order to survive, and then I got [Resolute] and I pretty much needed it to keep not dying. What you saw outside of the city is probably possible again, as long as I keep that Title.¡± Shuji nodded at Tilly''s explanation, not at all looking like he wanted to accuse Tilly of making some grave mistake. In fact, he was uncharacteristically slow to speak as he mulled over what would be best for the build in front of him. When he did speak, it was in a thoughtful and hesitant manner, ¡°Yes, each of us must choose our path of growth, and I must say that yours is quite unique. I have read about a few cases where Intelligence has been maxed in a similar layout. Certain classes and races will even do the same with Strength or Dexterity. Each of these cases results in racially unique Titles for the build. But, I have never heard of a primary Endurance with a secondary in Dexterity. Perhaps the closest I can think of are Barbarian and Dwarvish builds which prioritize or at least balance Endurance with Strength. Yet, it can not be denied that your titles and build are beginning to show some true synergy, which is very rare at such a low level. Then again, you have had a very eventful two weeks...¡± He finished, chewing on each word as if the problem before him was a tough piece of meat. ¡°So you think I should stay unbalanced? The reward outweighs the risk¡± Tilly asked, not quite able to keep the satisfaction from his voice. ¡°To be honest Mr. Tillman, I would never advise building such a path of ascension. But you are already here, and the usefulness of [Resolute], especially when paired with some of these other titles and abilities, makes it difficult to advise against. That being said if you face any other dangers besides the Corrupted, of which there are many, your damage output is far too low. As it stands now it is heavily dependent on your Mana, not your Dexterity or Strength. So for now, as you split your stat points amongst Endurance and the rest, you must prioritize Wisdom and Intelligence. This will not balance you, but will allow you to continue to grow without stunting your ability to contribute to fights,¡± he finished, pulling his hand through his fu man chu mustache with a flourish. Nodding in agreement, Tilly pulled back up his stats trying to route a path forward. He was glad to have a good reason to prioritize some of his secondary stats over others. He knew every stat was important, but something about how the Corruption Seed gave him a backhanded bonus in strength made him lean more and more away from the stat. Not that he could ignore it completely. His growth everywhere besides Endurance and Dexterity would be anemic, but he would make sure to invest 50% more points into the mana-centric stats than he did Strength. Looking at his sheet again, he was struck by a question that had been nagging him for a while, ¡°Oh! That reminds me! I have a decent handle on all the others, but what exactly does Intelligence do? I want to say it gives me a bigger mana pool or something, but all of my system readings are in percentages, so how does that affect my Abilities and their usage of mana?¡± Even as Tilly asked, he saw Shuji¡¯s smile tighten across his face as if he was holding back something... "ahemmm" Coughing, Shuji choked, before quickly stuttering out an answer, ¡°Y-yes. No need to be ashamed Mr. Tillman. Intelligence is difficult for many to grasp. I think your pool metaphor will work nicely in describing it. The costs of your Ability can remain the same, while the amount of mana invested in the same Ability will increase with every point in Intelligence. At some point, 1% of your mana will represent significantly more than it does now. For example, two mages can receive the fireball Ability, but if one of them has double the Intelligence of the other, it will result in a vastly different outcome from the same input.¡±This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. Tilly¡¯s mind was once again taken back to the Corrupted Hyena things that had stupidly circled the tree while he thinned their numbers. He was certain that their behavior wasn''t only tied to a Stat but that did nothing to ease his concern over his own low number. To lighten the mood, he struck a confused expression and grunted, ¡°Intelligence Good. Me understand.¡± Shuji kept up his stretched-too-thin, smile and it was then Tilly realized that Shuji might actually think he was an idiot, ¡°Hey! I''m joking! I get it alright.¡± Tilly sputtered out in exasperation, "You try getting sent to another world and being immediately thrown into battle again and again!" Shuji¡¯s smile ratcheted down a few notches and he breathed out a sigh, ¡°Apologies Mr. Tillman. I have just heard many stories over the last few days that lead me to believe that there are good reasons to raise your two lowest stats. Your use of the word "thrown" is far too apt for me to think otherwise.¡± He grumbled, looking around uncomfortably. Tilly just fought down a smile in response, mentally assigning two more points to Endurance and the three remaining free points to Intelligence. Obviously not trying to change the subject, Shuji harrumphed, ¡°Yes well, you asked about the Promise. And it is well you did. For, with the input of Experience from the refugees who wanted first rights to the longhouses-¡± ¡°Wait, you made people pay Experience for shelter?¡± Tilly interrupted, his voice hollow in disbelief. At his tone, Shuji''s affable expression hardened. ¡°Mr. Tillman, many are going without sleep, working day and night to get structure and food in place. A queue had to be established somehow, or there would have been riots¡­ It was actually Commander Linus¡¯ idea, and you can trust that each representative of the council has their people¡¯s best interest in mind.¡± He snapped, eyes sharp over dark baggy circles. Tilly had enough self-awareness to feel the sting of his own assumptions. This wasn''t his old world, ¡°Sorry, still wound up from all this." Tilly said, gesturing vaguely around him with a chagrined look plastered on his face. Then he took a deep breath and smiled sardonically, "How about I suspend any opinions until I actually know what''s happening?¡± Shuji nodded graciously to Tilly¡¯s concession, and continued, ¡°The Sovereign Crystal is one of the core elements of any Faction on Nephesh. With it, you can establish and rule a group, geographical area, or both. It is the chief prize to capture when conquering others and the way power is tracked on a Planar scale. It is surely this very thing that drove the Cult to move so quickly on the capital, fearing that it might lose out on so great a prize. When our people were conquered, our own goddess paid dearly to empty and hide ours. This alone is what has allowed us this option generations later.¡± ¡°So what does it do? I mean, Why do we need one? Wouldn¡¯t it be better for us to just stay way out here and build up as best we can? I doubt anyone will find us for a while.¡± Even as he said it, Tilly remembered the black veiny growth of Corruption emanating from his scarred side. Somewhere out there, the Blue Flower was singing, and he would have to find it sooner rather than later. ¡°Originally we had planned to wait some time until we activated it. We wanted to be defensible and well-stocked before declaring our nation on the Plane, but now with so many, we need the powers and benefits only the Crystal can provide. What it will do exactly is unpredictable, and a closely guarded secret for many Factions. But we do know that the Crystal will provide a means for nation-specific classes, and great boons to any nationality in which it is activated for the first time. We are hoping for some options that will greatly extend our logistical timeline.¡± ¡°Wait, why defensible? Didn''t these woods get cleared out for miles in all directions?¡± Shuji opened his mouth to answer and was interrupted by an urgent-sounding staccato drummed out on the sliding door. ¡°Ah! Time already?¡± Shuji exclaimed in too loud of a voice for the small room. He got up and moved gracefully to open the door. Behind it, a small paper bird fluttered excitedly, ¡°Alright! Alright, give me the message little one.¡± Shuji exclaimed in exasperation, taking the time to look back at Tilly with an abashed shrug as if he wasn¡¯t talking to his own spell. The paper bird unfolded itself and Hiro¡¯s voice sounded out as if he was standing in the doorway, ¡°We have come to an agreement, and are ready to make our way to the Temple. If he is willing, I ask you to bring the Deity''s Champion to meet us there.¡± The voice came out in oddly formal tones. Not that Hiro was ever not formal, but there was something else going on. Shuji plucked the paper from the air and tucked it into his robe before turning back to Tilly, ¡°Well Mr. Tillman, how would you like to see the birth of a Faction?¡± End Book 1 B2 Ch. 1 Starlight鈥檚 Call 430 years ago Little Brook Level N/A It happened¡­ Uncle Falls had warned her, but he was always going on about things she could hardly understand. Her existence was simple. She found joy in singing and dancing among the rocks and shoals that had helped form her, anything else was needlessly complex. This did not mean she was mindless, it just meant she only spent time thinking about what was important. Like finding the smoothest stones, or racing leaves down the current. Now his warning echoed over and over in her head, ¡°Careful little Brook¡± Uncle''s roaring bass had come vibrating through the currents that had birthed her. ¡°Stray too far from the mountain and one day, you might find yourself unable to hear the song. The Land moves child, sometimes in ways we can scarcely predict.¡± He admonished as he watched her moving down her length and playing farther and farther down the banks of her father. If only she had listened¡­ She had wandered down Father''s shores, following the call of a lark until it alighted on a nearby hilltop. She had giggled in delight as it began a chittering argument with another male over the perch. She found herself endlessly fascinated by both the simple and the empowered creatures of the plane and could watch them for hours. This was not the first time she had followed some interested subject back to their home, and it has always turned out fine in the past. Her ability to seamlessly move between her physical form and her water manifestation had made her almost immune to any of the typical dangers near her home. It had just been another endless sky day in the shadow of the mountains that were her home. Then as she watched the birds, the Deep Magic had washed over the Land like a wave, crashing through her form and leaving her disoriented. As she came back to full awareness, a distinct and novel silence settled over her soul... The song was gone. A keening wail of distress warbled up from her throat. The Land had moved, and the portion she was on had been called away, leaving a gaping hole in her core where her connection with her family had once dwelt. If only she had stayed closer! She would have been kept whole and watched another change wash through the Land with her family. But she had strayed too far when the shift had come to balance out the push and pull of those who thought they could rule this place. The deep roots that had always tied her close to her family, her place in the Land, felt as if they had been ripped from their soil and laid bare before the elements. Her sorrow intensified the pain as she looked back toward where the mighty river, her father, had once cut through the landscape. A bleak marsh now choked the horizon where the mountains once stood. They were gone, and she was alone. Her whole world had changed, and now she was adrift in a current she could not understand. Day turned to night, and night back to day and the Little Brook wept great tears for the family and home she had lost. The calling of the bog toads and whine of the crickets only compounded the melodic despair of her cries, giving them a haunting gut-wrenching quality. Very few trees survived the inhospitable marshland and the wide open night sky bore witness to the Little Brook''s loss and her longing. ----- 430 years ago Wisdom Level ??? The stars twinkled angrily down at her, demanding that she change course again. ¡°Just because you are slightly older, does not mean you get to order me around. I understand what you are asking, but I am on a very tight schedule!¡± She muttered harshly up at the night sky from the seat of her wagon. Her donkey cast a baleful eye back at her antics as he continued to trudge along. A sudden shower of comets cut through the sky, all moving towards the newly arrived marsh. ¡°It¡¯s all well and good for you up there! But some of us must live out our existence down here, and going that way will set me back weeks!¡± She almost shouted into the empty night. The mule simply flicked its ears in annoyance as it continued to plod along the barely used cart path running along the outskirts of the bog. The expansive sky above them slowly darkened as, one by one, the stars winked out. Leaving behind empty holes of blackness where galaxies once spun.This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. ¡°None of that now!¡± She huffed, relaxing the stubborn set of her shoulders, rolling her eyes in exasperation. ¡°Honestly, if people only knew how dramatic you all can get, I swear... But this is the last time! I have my own responsibilities to tend to, and they don''t include your every whim.¡± She muttered darkly up at the bright starry night. With a click of her tongue and a slight tug on the reins, she guided her mule onto a path through the marsh that had not been there moments before. Still muttering darkly, her eyes took on a many-hued glow, and she peered out into the unremarkable distance, seeing things that no other could see. She cocked her head, and her stare sharpened as she read through the pattern of the Under Weave like a familiar book. ¡°Hmmm, Now that is interesting¡­¡± She said, as her eyes returned to their normal deep brown. She then thoughtfully pulled out some legendary-grade wool and began to knit calmly with the reins laid in her lap. The mule placidly made its way through the marsh one plodding step at a time. ----- 2 weeks later Little Brook She didn''t know how long it had been. But she did know at some point she had stopped her cries. The tears had simply stopped coming. She looked down again at her azure form, now almost completely transparent. She was suffering the fate that any of her kind would if they separated too long from moving water. The stagnant waters of the nearby marsh taunted her. The water in them called to her, but the composition might as well have been poison. She refused to give in to the whispered thought that she should just phase into her water manifestation and become one with the muck and mud before her, losing what was left of herself in the process. ¡°Come child, there is no use moping.¡± A voice called from the bottom of the hill. Little Brook whipped her head up to find an old cart being pulled by a mule and driven by a middle-aged woman in dark clothing. No, that wasn''t right... despite being almost all black, the voluminous robes she wore, shone faintly with a starry sky pattern. Little Brook watched in amazement as some of the stars formed a new constellation, and shot off out of sight on the robes. It was so delightfully magical and familiar that she couldn''t keep herself from laughing, and the tinkling bell of her joy rang out over the marsh. ¡°Now now, don¡¯t go showing off.¡± The woman frowned down at her clothing. But when she looked up, she wore a faint smile. Brook had always been taught to stay away from those not of the Land, but she was different. She wasn¡¯t of the Land. Brook could tell that immediately, but something about the way she got off the wagon while taking care not to step on the thistle growing near the cart path, spoke of respect and knowledge deeper than most of her kind held. Wait¡­That cart path hadn''t been there earlier, had it? The woman in dark starry clothing clucked in sympathy as she approached, noting the near insubstantiality of Little Brook, ¡°You are in a poor state, aren¡¯t you? I see why they called.¡± She said reaching the top of the hill and looking Little Brook up and down. Just a few moments ago, Brook had been ready to fade away, but something about the sympathy grated on her wild nature and she rushed and babbled back at the woman. ¡°Yes, well no need to get upset. I have come to offer you a chance to return to your family.¡± She stated abruptly, pulling something long and woven from her robe. Brook tinkled in shock at the woman¡¯s words. There was a way home? Through the Land, she could feel her home and family, but they were so distant, that she couldn''t even feel a direction from the faint tug on her core. And even if she could, without moving water, she would never survive long enough to make it to them anyway. The woman seemed to have no trouble understanding her meaning and continued as if they were having a normal conversation, ¡°In your free form, you perhaps only have a day left before you fade completely. However, I can bind you to this piece of clothing, and halt your decay." She said slowly, letting the gravity of Little Brook''s situation sink in before continuing, "If you give up your form to be woven, you will be bound to serve whoever wears this. But I promise you two things. The first is that you will only serve worthy masters, and second, that one day you will find your way home¡­ Do you accept?¡± She said, holding out the cloth for Little Brook to inspect. She leaned closer to look over the fabric critically and upon closer inspection saw that it was humming with magical energy. She could even feel that it had been a gift of the Land, not taken by force. Brook looked up once more at the mysterious woman. Considering her limited options, and her longing to see her home again, this would have to do. Besides, something about the stern, but careful woman instilled a deep trust in Little Brook. Looking into her eyes reminded Little Brook of the times her father had told her legends of great-grandfather Ocean. She wasn''t one of the people, but she understood her place, and moved with the flow of the pattern, not against it. This was rarely true of those not of the Land. Perhaps Brook should have listened to her Uncle, but she hadn¡¯t and had to face the consequences. But deep in her core, she knew that this was where the flow of the pattern was taking her. Still meeting the woman''s eyes, Little Brook gave a firm and determined nod. To which the woman smiled back graciously before waving her hand in Little Brook''s direction. She felt a tug, and then a draining sensation started to pull from her center. She looked down in wonder as the substance that made up her form dissolved and flowed like a tiny stream of water into the grayish fabric, dividing into thousands of tiny strands and integrating with the knit pattern, dyeing it a deep blue. Now alone, the woman gave another sadder nod to the scarf, laying still in her hands, ¡°Very sensible of you little one. You have honored me, and now I will honor your trust.¡± She said solemnly, before turning smartly around and tucking the scarf into her voluminous sleeves, heading back down the hill toward her cart. ¡°I have a friend in the Steppe who will know just what to do with you¡­ Balaam! Stop eating that thistle at once! You know it gives you indigestion!¡± She snapped at the mule, who continued to munch happily on the interestingly textured flower. B2 Ch. 2 Beginnings Tilly - Level 18 Son of Flame Present day. Tilly followed the clearly excited lapin out into the street and found it absolutely choked with people industriously moving up and down the thoroughfare, carrying all sorts of goods. Tilly wrinkled his nose at a passing worker coming in from the direction of the docks with a pole over one shoulder and a wicker basket filled with fish hung over the other. They managed to move a little farther down the street before both Shuji and Tilly had to stop as a team rolled a pallet of logs ahead of them, taking up nearly the whole width between buildings. The pair squeezed to the side with the other commuters and the pallet continued toward some empty plots further into the burgeoning city. Shuji looked over at Tilly beaming like a proud parent as they both watched the timber continue down the street, ¡°You see Mr. Tillman, preparations are in full swing! We know not what will happen when we activate the crystal, but we are preparing for any eventuality, whether it be production boosts or even a building gift from Nephesh Itself! Whatever the case, we want to be as ready as possible, and the council has been hard at work planning for the most likely eventualities.¡± Shuji confided in a loud voice, as the bustle of the growing city increased and the two continued on their way. As soon as the flow of the crowd resumed in the right direction, Shuji was moving, jostling, and bouncing between people as he merrily made his way to what used to be the valley gates of the village. Tilly had to lean hard into his Dexterity to even keep up with the surprisingly graceful lapin. But knowing how fast events could outpace him, he kept asking questions even as they moved through the busy streets, ¡°So I get that we don''t know the details, but give me the broad strokes, Shuji! How does the crystal help run a Faction, besides the starting bonuses you told me about?¡± The Lapin''s ears twitched in response, and he slowed slightly, ¡°Oh, yes. My apologies, it is difficult not to get carried away assuming you know what most do. Crystals offer two powerful options to every seat of power.¡± He expounded loudly, growing slightly out of breath as he spoke, but too excited to reduce his pace. ¡°All races of Nephesh have a basic set of combat and crafting classes available when they come of age. As well as access to one or two classes uniquely suited to their race. The Lapin people have a class called Peasant whose main advantages are rapid procreation and +20% efficiency when producing any foodstuffs or timber buildings. But with a Sovereign Crystal, you can obtain unique classes specific to the power that owns the Crystal. When we had a sovereign crystal of our own, all who met the stat requirements had access to the Ronin and Samurai classes. Something that we lost when our nation fell. The honu have a hereditary class, Tidecaller which is very powerful but too specialized to allow them to function outside of partnership with other races. ¡° He happily continued his lecture even as he adroitly maneuvered his bulk through and around different clumps of mostly lapin people going about the city preparations. Then they moved onto the main thoroughfare leading to the now absent main gate and the refugee camp outside. Shuji paused in his explanation, taking in the city-sized camp that now filled the valley on this side of the river, with an inscrutable expression. He glanced over at Tilly, who was considering him thoughtfully, and smiled his large-toothed smile before continuing, ¡°The Thousand Phalanx Empire had a sovereign crystal that it kept in the courtyard of the palace. With the legacy of thousands of years and growth behind them, they were old enough to have access to all sorts of rare classes. The most famous of which were of course the Phalanx Infantry and the Bastions. Unique classes are always better than base classes, and it is because of this that our people were denied access to them for generations, apart from a few notable exceptions.¡± By this point, they had passed through what seemed to serve as the loose perimeter of the tent city that had sprung up to house the close to one hundred thousand refugees that had escaped the empire¡¯s fall. Over on the other side of the river, Tilly could see a much smaller and orderly encampment for the Honu and the beginnings of miles of fields and pasture land. Things were being built and deconstructed all around him, but there was a certain amount of order to the chaos. He saw that despite the almost endless crowd of tents, they all more or less followed the neat square-like pattern originating from the huge log building going up at the center of the camp. This pattern allowed for easy movement through the tents and there were even a few clearly marked muddy roadways bisecting the sprawling formation. The wide churned roadways had been flagged every few feet to keep them clear of living spaces and were being well used, crowded with workers transporting logs from the mountain and hauling in what seemed to be game and forage from the surrounding forest. ¡°Ah, I sometimes forget just what a walk we are setting ourselves up for with this location¡­¡± Shuji huffed out as they moved down the simple but straight road and Tilly tried to keep his head screwed on straight as it swung back and forth to take in this new mass of races, all ready to create a new home after losing everything. Then a question occurred to him at Shuji¡¯s statement, ¡°Wait, why the Temple? Don¡¯t we need to protect the Crystal or something once we establish it? If we do it there, it will be so far from the city.¡± ¡°Yes, well¡­¡± Shuji responded between carefully managed breaths. ¡°The agreement was to make this crystal equally available, and with the threat we see rising, it seemed like a good idea to take on Divine Patronage again. We have not failed to notice how¡­ uh, effective, your powerset has been against this enemy, and so the council compromised on this location. Equal access for all, and a defensible fallback location in the event of a catastrophe.¡± ¡°Divine Patronage? Wait¡­ Does that mean you guys are all taking on Origin as the god of this kingdom or whatever? I mean, have any of you even heard of Origin before? Does anyone know any stories or myths that mention Him?¡± Tilly asked, surprised at how quickly they had decided to partner with a completely unknown power. From what little he had gathered, following a God here wasn¡¯t like back home. It seemed to have many more practical requirements and benefits. This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. ¡°No, Mr. Tillman, none of us had heard mention of this figure before. But oftentimes, this can mean the God is very old; and any God who is old enough to be forgotten is powerful indeed if they can still touch the physical plane without worshipers. Also, both you and Ichiro seem to have been chosen as investures of its power, and typically, the best measure of a God is their followers.¡± ¡°Wait, Ichiro? What do you mea-¡± Tilly said, before being cut off by a loud croaking shout directed at him from the line of tents to the side of the road. ¡°That¡¯s him, Edna! Hold on one cherry-picking minute Human!¡± Shouted a voice from within the tent city. Tilly couldn¡¯t help but tense at the sudden attention, as many turned to see what was happening. He had never liked crowds and nothing that had occurred the last two weeks had made that discomfort any more bearable. He scanned the faces turning towards him curiously with unease. He didn''t find the owner of the voice in the immediate crowd, but as he looked further back into the tents he spotted an elderly Satyr hobbling around the walls of cloth and poles, waving him down, huffing and puffing with exertion. Tilly arrested his already slowed pace and stopped short, trying to process where he had seen the elderly satyr before. Shuji continued on a few more steps, before turning to find Tilly had stopped, his enthusiastic smile dampening, ¡°Mr. Tillman, they will be left waiting if we don''t hurry,¡± Shuji muttered distractedly as he searched for the caller himself before finding the refugee moving toward them through the tents with a hobbled gait. His eyes flowed over the Satyr and moved back to Tilly with barely a pause, ¡°If we stop here, many will want to speak to you, but we simply don¡¯t have time for that sort of thing right now.¡± Tilly ignored him as he spotted an even smaller satyr woman following a few steps behind the old man who had finally made it through the tents. They both wore rough spun coveralls and they practically beamed at him between billowing breaths as they looked up and saw he had turned to wait. Identify pinged over both of them, [Level 44 Farmer] ¡°Bless my oats! It is wonderful to see you!¡± The elderly satyr shouted with a youthful exuberance as he finally caught his breath, ¡°They said none knew if you had made it out of the city, but I knew a tough young man like you wouldn¡¯t give up so easily, even if you did take your time coming through that portal. Edna and I have visited every day to see if you made it!¡± He wheezed triumphantly as he arrived before Tilly. The whirling in Tilly''s mind tumbled into place as he finally placed the two. ¡°That''s it! You are the two I carried to the portal right at the end!¡± Tilly exclaimed. ¡°Mr. Tillman, the council and perhaps even your God will be kept waiting¡­¡± Shuji muttered off to the side, leaning suggestively towards the mountain. Tilly barely spared Shuji a glance before turning back to the couple who had both reached out and grabbed his hands in theirs. ¡°It''s great to see you two! I had hoped-¡± He started but was immediately cut off, ¡°Oh, Hush! No need to pretend you have been thinking about us two oldtimers!¡± The man cut him off with a knowing smile. Then his wife, Edna cut in, ¡°What George here means to say is we are very grateful for all you did, not just for us, but for many here. We have been hearing stories and we wanted to tell you that we don''t care what the rumors say! If you and that nice lady are what humans are like, then humans are just fine with us!¡± She declared resolutely, taking time to look around at the crowd as if daring them to say differently. During her small speech, Tilly felt something being tucked into his hands, and Edna leaned forward to whisper, ¡°I know how hungry you young people get, here is a little something we scrounged up for you.¡± She said with a wink. ¡°Watch it, young man! If she were any younger, I might be concerned!¡± George said in a loud voice as if whatever they were doing had to be covered up somehow. He then pulled their hands back from the exchange and gave Tilly a firm nod. Tilly felt the familiar long-sought warmth that always came with a public acknowledgment and its constant companion; shame. Even here and now, the wheedling fear that he was an imposter somehow wormed into the back of his mind. No matter who these people thought he was, they would never know just how many times he had chosen to hide from his pain instead of face it. He suddenly felt sick as he looked around at the smiling careworn faces watching the interaction. Worry wriggled in his stomach and he couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that despite coming this far, he didn''t have what it would take to keep all these people safe¡­ Then his eyes landed back on the wide-open expressions of the elderly couple before him. He considered them a moment as they smiled up at him, his hand felt around the small round gift they had discretely deposited in his hand. They did not have much to offer, but they offered it nonetheless. There was something firm in their understanding of life and he couldn¡¯t help but remember them crawling hopelessly forward under the weight of an angry god. However vulnerable these two were, they exuded a sturdiness that somehow pushed back all of Tilly''s worries. If they could keep fighting, so could he. ¡°Mr. Tillman, if you would-¡± Shuji began to interrupt, but Tilly silenced him with a jab of the elbow. Then he put on his best smile and found the most gracious tone he could, ¡°Thank you both! It means the world to me that you made it through. I don''t know much about what is going on yet, but if I don''t miss my guess, your skills will be immensely valuable to the city going forward.¡± Both of the elderly farmers straightened from the unconscious stoop that age imparts to all, and nodded in affirmation, ¡°Right you are, young man! Bless my peas! Right, you are!¡± George declared before turning to Edna, ¡°Come on wife. The boy is right, if we start soon, we might be able to plant another twenty hectares by dark.¡± He said, his face screwed up in determination. ¡°Yes dear, I¡¯m sure we will.¡± She said, moving along with him back towards the river, but making sure to turn and send Tilly a wink and a warm smile. ¡°If you are quite done Mr. Tillman¡­¡± Shuji said, fidgeting in place. ¡°Oh, don''t get your robes in a twist, Shuji! How about we jog the rest of the way to make up time since I have wasted too much of it.¡± Tilly shot back at the Librarian cutting his harsh tone with a sharp snarky smile. In response, Shuji¡¯s face moved through a range of emotions before landing on a chagrined smile of his own. ¡°Ah, yes, fair point I suppose. Let''s get on with it.¡± He sighed. Tilly then patted the rotund lapin on the shoulder, feeling lighter than he had in years. He¡¯d gotten a good meal, a good night''s sleep and for the first time since he had arrived, he wasn¡¯t running for his life! He honestly had no clue if he could be what these people needed, but that wasn¡¯t going to stop him from trying. He moved off through the crowd and down the road, making his way towards the diminishing tree line at a slow jog. In his right hand, he fingered the barely ripe apple and smiled. It was time to return to the temple, the place where it had all started. B2 Ch. 3 The Champion鈥檚 Mantle Tilly pushed until Shuji¡¯s labored breathing began to get out of hand. Then, as they reached the base of the mountain he slowed and turned to wait for the large lapin. They had made it to the far end of the valley, where the muddy road narrowed into a small but clear path, moving straight up the slope of the mountain. ¡°Sorry for using up time on those farmers Shuji, but this run should have gotten us back on track, I think,¡± Tilly shouted over his shoulder pointedly. There was still a way to go for the already sweating Librarian but he couldn¡¯t keep himself from poking at him one last time for his insensitivity back at the camp. That farmer couple had been so earnest and Tilly hoped he never got so busy or important that he didn¡¯t have time for people like that. He gave the mountain path a long look and let out a low whistle at the incline. ¡°Ah¡­ Yes¡­¡± Shuji gasped, stumbling to a stop next to him, ¡°Not too much farther now¡­ I believe.¡± he huffed. Tilly snorted in response, ¡°Shuji, I have personally made this trip a couple of times now. If this trail is clear and extends all the way to the temple entrance, we will get there in two hours at a fast walk.¡± Shuji began to groan before cutting it off by clearing his throat. ¡°Ahhemm. Well, I likely won''t have another chance in this lifetime to witness the activation of a sovereign crystal, so set the pace, Mr. Tillman, I will keep up if it kills me! They said they would wait until noon, and I''ll not chance missing it.¡± He declared, the lines on his face hardening into a pattern of grim determination. Something about his resolute love of discovery and the previously unmentioned timeline suddenly got Tilly feeling guilty. He realized that Shuji had risked not witnessing something he felt was historic just to make sure Tilly got some answers before being thrust into the middle of events again. There he was, jumping to conclusions before knowing the whole story¡­ Aside from the rough start, the Lapins had been a huge help to him, and he needed to start giving them the benefit of the doubt. That reminded him! There was one thing Shuji hadn¡¯t finished explaining before the messenger bird had come and they had set off into the city! ¡°Shuji, really quick before we head up, you said we needed to think about making this place defensible as we activated the crystal. Why is that? What is coming?¡± ¡°Wha-¡± Shuji jerked, turning from his determined staring match with the mountain. Then the question caught up with him, ¡°Ah, yes. Apologies, Jonathan Tillman! This is a very important concept. When a new nation or power is declared through a sovereign crystal, Nephesh itself changes. It is a land that always maintains balance. Nations aligned with the light balance out those allied with darkness. The Isle of Light and headquarters of the temple of Light is far to the east, just off the coast of the Azure Vasthold. To balance this, the seat of dark influence on the plane is as far west as you can go. There, the sun ends its journey and light never touches the soil. Past the Blasted Lands are the Pits of Despair, where demonic Princes rise and fall with the tides of power. ¡°The rest of the nations on the endless continent fall in the middle of these two seats of power. They form a complex pattern of checks and balances over the whole, constantly changing, yet remaining more or less equal. None but the Cartographers know how to follow the endless shifting of the Land. Most nations just concern themselves with their immediate neighbors and those they have access to through a teleportation network.¡± Shuji had fully turned back to Tilly now in his lecture mode. Then a bird called from up the path and he jumped, before turning to look up the mountain path again. ¡°I am sorry Mr. Tillman. There is more to say on the subject, but in short, every time there is a great shift in power, or a new nation emerges, Nephesh itself moves. Rearranging borders and topography at the edges of established nations'' territories. So while we are far in the frontier now, we will undoubtedly be moved once we declare ourselves a nation.¡± He concluded breathless in his rapid exposition. ¡°So this whole area is going to be teleported somewhere else, and we will be bordering completely new neighbors?¡° Tilly asked, pulling the most immediately important piece of information out of the lecture. ¡°Yes! That is correct, although it is highly unlikely that we will be near the center of things. Typically, the more powerful you are, the deeper into the heart of conflict you are thrust. Those are the lands of eternal contestation, and at their heart are the unclaimed peaks. It is said that if those peaks are ever taken, the balance will shift one way or another and Nephesh will either ascend or descend fully into the hands of its new rulers.¡± He said, turning back and forth from the trail distractedly like a little boy having to go pee. ¡°Alright, let''s get moving!¡± Tilly relented, having plenty to chew on after that exchange. Then softening his tone, he followed up with an apology, ¡°Also, I¡¯m sorry Shuji, I wouldn¡¯t have teased so much if I had understood the timeline you were under. I promise we will make it, even if I have to carry you!¡± Shuji chuckled, his good-natured smile returning as he shifted his robes around his corpulent belly and gave Tilly a sharp nod in response, ¡°I¡¯m ready!¡± Tilly led the way up the path, setting a ground-eating pace that he estimated was right on the edge of Shuji¡¯s ability. He kept a close watch on both Shuji¡¯s physical state and the position of the sun trying his best to keep them on track. They marched that way for an hour before Tilly recognized a certain clearing off to the right and did a double take. Shuji was still faithfully puffing behind him with sweat soaking the armpits and collar of his robe. He probably had time for a quick detour. He moved off the path and called over to his companion, ¡°Shuji, keep it up! There is something I need to grab, but I''ll meet you nearer to the top, I promise.¡± The lapin just nodded in response, keeping his eyes straight as he continued to march onward at the steady cadence they had set for the hike. Tilly gave a quick wave before jogging off through the clearing where he had met the Crononos, attempting to backtrack his way to the Charmin Tree for the third time.Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. After a few minutes of tramping through the woods he found the small tree missing two clumps of leaves, but still looking healthy despite the loss, ¡°Sorry buddy, last time for a while, I promise,¡± Tilly muttered, as he riffled through his fantasy fanny pack and got rid of a few herb bundles that he had forgotten the use of. He did keep the last of the bandages and a metal tin that was filled with something that smelled like Vicks. Once the enchanted pack had enough room for like thirty or forty leaves¡­ supple, pliable leaves. He gathered them as quickly as possible from a variety of low-hanging branches and stuffed them in the pack. ¡°Until next time.¡± Tilly nodded to the tree while attaching his fanny pack back under his jacket, then turned to go. But after a few steps, he hesitated and called back to the tree over his shoulder, ¡°And thanks. You probably don¡¯t understand this, but you have been a small but needed comfort in a world of constant change...¡± Nodding to himself, Tilly continued hurrying off to catch up to Shuji who was still doggedly pushing himself to keep the pace. Unnoticed, the small tree¡¯s leaves rustled, as if blown by a windless breeze. Tilly caught up with Shuji after about five minutes of jogging and couldn''t help but notice pocks and vein-like patterns in the rock and plants around him. They were beginning to reach the area that had been riddled with Corruption¡¯s influence. Except every sign they passed now had been scoured clean by purifying fire. Now all the plants that had once been infected seemed to be thriving, and Tilly¡¯s hand unconsciously went to his side which had an annoying habit of itching every time he thought of it. He hoped that getting rid of it would be that simple... Once he learned to ¡°Lay it down¡± as Thunder had said. Aside from Herblore sending him notifications that he only bothered to skim, he spent the rest of the hike deep in thought. The implications of helping to start a new country in this world and the journey he would inevitably have to set out on to get rid of his own Corruption. Before he knew it, the trees cleared and he was stepping through the tree line into the eerily perfect semi-circle clearing marking the opening of the temple. The roots that had once choked the entrance and fanned out into the surrounding forest were gone, leaving a faint dark gray ash that covered everything. Standing at the entrance was the small group they were supposed to meet. The whole group was locked in a discussion, furiously arguing some important point. Well, not the whole group. Two familiar lapins with axes strapped to their backs kept watch on the forest, guarding the council. Nyuk and Kuro both twitched their ears at his arrival, and Kuro shouted, ¡°Human! Welcome back from your week-long nap!¡± Followed by an enthusiastic wave of his hand. ''Typical.'' Tilly sighed internally. At his greeting, the others looked up. The group was made up of two elderly Honu that Tilly vaguely recognized, Linus, now looking a lot older and wearing a lemon-puckering scowl. Next to him was another shorter satyr with spectacles and a very well-groomed beard. Making up the last pair of the council was Hiro and Ichiro. Hiro gave him a formal nod, while Ichiro smiled brightly as if seeing an old friend. They all moved forward to meet the approaching pair, one looking apprehensive and the other breathing heavily. ¡°It is well you have arrived! We are very eager to begin Mr. Tillman.¡± said the spectacled Satyr. ¡°Yes¡­ welcome¡­ Have you been¡­ briefed?¡± One of the two Honu Elders asked. As she spoke, Identify began to ping over their heads showing Tilly just how far some of them had come. Level 46 & 50 Tidecallers Level 65 Empire¡¯s Bastion Level 43 Bureaucrat Level 58 Samurai Lord Level 42 (25) Samurai Hatamoto ¡°I''m pretty sure I have a handle on what we are about to do and why, but I don''t understand what my place in it will be,¡± Tilly replied, then he turned to the three he didn¡¯t know, ¡°Also, my name is Jonathan Tillman, nice to meet you. It''s an honor to meet the council members elected by the people! Sorry that I don''t yet know your names." ¡°Ah¡­ Yes, that is my fault!¡± Shuji broke in, putting on his best diplomatic smile which was more or less ruined by the sweat soaking his robes and face. ¡°These are Elders Kira and Kalea. They are the next oldest in line to survive our escape from the city.¡± He said gesturing to the female Honu, who nodded along with their names. ¡°This is Pupienus, he was elected along with Linus as the two most capable leaders for the refugee contingent.¡± Linus only scowled in response, and Pupienus gave a haughty yet wary nod. ¡°The other two, you know well. Each faction has the right to appoint two leaders in the manner they choose. The Council leader, currently Lord Hiro, has tie-breaking power. We have a charter that outlines a course of growth that has been ratified by all present members.¡± Tilly shivered at the political undertones that he could easily hear in the subtext of that explanation. Pupienus'' nose drifted higher in the air at the mention of ratification, while Linus¡¯s scowl deepened into a full-on ¡°Get off my lawn!¡± old man frown at Shuji''s words. The others remained more or less impassive, except for Ichiro who seemed to be looking off into the distance, his milky white eyes following something. Afraid that they were going to get any deeper into the explanation of the current politics, Tilly quickly moved on, ¡°Got it, sounds like you guys are doing a fantastic job! So what do you need from me here?¡± Hiro humphed, and Tilly might have imagined a slight twinkle in his eye as he turned back towards the temple and answered as he went, ¡°Temples and their effect on surroundings vary greatly and are entirely dependant on the Deity. We hope that establishing the nexus of our nation''s power here will trigger some sort of boon from your ¡°Origin¡±, and impact the classes we are offered, amongst other things. As the chosen Champion of this deity, we hope you being here to intercede will offer us some agency in this process.¡± With that, he started walking towards the entrance. ¡°Lord Hiro! Are we sure we have come to a proper agreement on priorities?¡± The spectacled satyr called after him. Hiro didn¡¯t bother to respond, just waving off the question as he walked. Shuji and then the rest of the group except Nyuk and Kuro moved to follow. ¡°You guys aren¡¯t coming?¡± Tilly asked as he passed them. ¡°We will stand watch out here¡­ Typically being near you when something big is going to happen can be dangerous,¡± Nyuk said drily. Kuro nodded along solemnly at the words. ¡°Suit yourselves. I hear this is going to be pretty cool.¡± Tilly said, moving past the two and joining the group as they entered the simple stone opening to the temple. B2 Ch. 4 Big Crystal Energy Tilly hurried to catch up with the others, moving through the front entrance of the temple carved into the side of the mountain with hardly a thought for the things he had faced here on his two previous visits¡­ Well, that wasn¡¯t exactly true. Some of those grizzly memories tried to surface as they moved down the front passageway and assembled in the anteroom of the temple. But Tilly kept them tamped down, continually singing ¡°the final countdown¡± under his breath in a semi-successful attempt to distract himself. The group formed in a half circle in the central chamber, which had become a cafeteria-sized room with a high ceiling and softly glowing walls. Hiro turned away from the center of the room and addressed Tilly in a formal tone. ¡°Jonathan Tillman, Champion of the God Origin. We plan to activate our nation''s Sovereign Crystal in this first room. Will this displease the patron of this temple in any way? Do you not have the ability to speak for your God in this?¡± Tilly took in the stares of everyone present who turned to see his answer. He wasn¡¯t sure how formal this was or if there was a right answer, but he went with his gut, which hadn¡¯t killed him so far. Then again, it had come pretty close... ¡°Honestly, I think He will be fine with this. I''m not sure about other Gods but He doesn¡¯t seem to think about this stuff in the same way as the other deities I''ve heard of. It''s not that He doesn''t care... I think He does, but more like he... is looking to do good by us. Well, the honest answer is I don''t know. But I do have a good feeling about this." He finished lamely, not really prepared to represent a being that he hardly understood himself. Hiro bowed formally, acknowledging his answer, and then turned to look deeper into the temple. After a moment he declared, ¡°It is with open intentions we seek to tie this nation''s fate with Yours and enact a covenant. We will align ourselves with your cause and in turn, we ask for your blessing and protection in the face of the coming threat. You are unknown to us, but the darkness we face is known well enough. No deity has done as much for our people since our own patron gave up her power to grant us this legacy. We share enemies and allies alike, let us be bound together in the eyes of Nephesh and all who dwell within it.¡± He intoned formally, before bowing again. His words echoed through the glowing chamber, and nothing seemed to happen. This did not ruffle Hiro, who nodded to Ichiro and stepped aside. His son stepped forward and pulled out a cloth bundle from under the banded sash holding his sword against his robe. He unwrapped the bundle carefully and revealed a golf ball-sized crystal faceted with hundreds of flat planes. The shape was difficult to pin down and seemed to change as light danced within. Ichiro held it up and a small stream of white energy flowed from the center of his forehead to the crystal, which took it in and then began to hum. Ichiro slowly pulled his hand away and left the crystal floating in the center of the room, rotating slowly. The humming intensified and the glow became brighter as the crystal began to spin faster. Tilly couldn¡¯t help but look over at the others especially the Lapins who had been planning for this moment for generations. He couldn''t imagine what this moment would mean to them, but as he turned his head, he was struck by a sudden deafening silence. The humming had cut off completely. He whipped his head back to the crystal and found it still shining brightly but completely frozen in place, hovering a few feet off the stone floor. He turned to the others and found them all frozen in place wearing some mix of awe and trepidation on their unmoving faces. Looks like Time was getting weird around him again... but at least he wasn''t stuck in it like his second visit to the temple. Tilly looked around in confusion, trying to figure out what had gone wrong. Maybe something had tripped the temple¡¯s time-dilation defense? Perhaps he had been wrong about how the magic of the crystal and Origin¡¯s power would interact. He walked through the group and around the crystal but found them to be completely frozen in the grip of time, but otherwise unharmed. Tilly sighed deeply and moved towards the entrance of the lower hallway. If there was an answer as to why this was happening, he would probably find it in the altar room. He moved slowly this time, not quite able to summon back the ability to block out the terrifying memories of his first two trips down this hall. Something about time being frozen robbed him of his earlier defense mechanism. No song came easily to mind and he was once again left alone in this place to face his thoughts. The farther he walked, the more his pace slowed as he found himself strangely reluctant to discover whatever waited for him in the center chamber. The fine dark gray dust, or more specifically ash did not stir as he stepped slowly into the light of the much larger central chamber. There, silently burning, was the deep blue, almost white flame. It rested on the rough-hewn stone altar and had tripled in size since he had left it, and it seemed to still be growing. Tilly hesitantly approached closer as the flame continued to burn higher, its light fierce and everchanging. There was a palpable sense of eagerness emanating from it, as if it was ready to spread, or¡­ consume, no that wasn¡¯t it either¡­ destroy? That was closer but still not quite the word for the desire that was vibrating off the altar¡­ Purify.Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. That was it. It was kindled, and ready, longing to be unleashed on the world and do its work. The warmth in Tilly¡¯s chest bloomed to a full and intense heat in response to his recognition of the feeling radiating off the Flame. Except as soon as he recognized the Flame''s desire, he found a mirror of that desire igniting within himself. He wanted to vent this energy, to consume and destroy that which had poisoned his days so far on the plane. He needed to Burn This INFECTION OUT. The Corruption in his side started to writhe painfully, and Tilly coughed down a groan as its tendrils raked disturbingly against the interior of his torso. Tears flooded his eyes from the sudden onslaught of pain. It knew what he was considering, and suddenly, he found it difficult to care about the consequences. He hated this thing. The anger that was rising in him wasn¡¯t the mind-numbing rage that Corruption¡¯s influence had fed him to incite violence on the streets of the capital. Instead, the discontent that was kindling in his chest wiped away the doubt and fears that constantly buzzed around him like flies. Even in the face of this literal gut-wrenching pain, he knew he was ready to do whatever he had to, to get rid of this invader. The flame inside him howled hungrily at the thought of its wrathful judgement. He would purge it from his members then move out into the world, wiping its taint from the plane. These thoughts cut through the pain wracking his body with a burning clarity. He couldn¡¯t help but laugh, his abs contracting around the sickening contortions writing under his skin. It was all so clear now. The Seed was scared. It was scared of Him and what he was becoming. He almost vibrated with a need to try cutting himself open again with enflamed strikes from his hatchets. He knew he could do it, and he suddenly didn''t care what happened to him. He was tired of letting this thing hide in his body, and he knew he would burn it alive, no matter what it cost. His hands shook as he reached down to his belt loops allowing the flame from his chest to flow down his extremities. ¡°You will destroy it that way¡­ But you will die in the process.¡± A voice spoke quietly from behind him, and in shock, he spun as it continued unconcerned, ¡°A different way has been revealed to you for a reason.¡± Tilly finished grabbing for one of his hatchets as a handsome woman wearing dark robes came into view. She was standing in the shadow of the arched entrance with her eyes focused on the altar. The shifting light of the flames highlighted faint reflective motes of white on her otherwise night-black voluminous clothing. ¡°Who are you?¡± Tilly asked, slowly lowering his weapon. The flame in his chest remained steady, not at all reacting to her presence. Her eyes hadn¡¯t left the flame as she had spoken, and for a moment she seemed to have forgotten he had even asked her a question. Then she spoke again, but this time her words emerged along with a disturbingly deep harmony causing Tilly¡¯s chest to vibrate along with the syllables of her non-answer, ¡°The first lost, buried in time. The second kept safe in memory''s embrace and the third perched as a jewel on the crown of the world.¡± Then her eyes cleared and she finally looked away from the flame and took in Tilly, looking him up and down as if considering him for the first time. ¡°When the Flame reemerged from the Weave, the enemy twisted much to gain a foothold in this area first, mangling its plans in some places to marshal a presence here. I thought I was too late to stop it, and yet here it stands, free of its captor and with a new champion! The changes allowing you to intervene were so subtle and minute that I missed them at first. Even I forget sometimes who first taught me how to read the threads,¡± she said with a rueful shake of her head and a small self-deprecating smile that made her sharp distinctive features less severe. ''Great, another mystery power that seemed to know exactly what was going on, but only speaks in riddles.'' ¡°Hello, I¡¯m Jonathan Tillman, nice to meet you.¡± He said, putting on his most congenial smile. An itch was developing between his shoulder blades and he felt sure that some sort of calamitous event was going to interrupt the conversation before he could learn anything useful. Whoever she was, she also didn''t seem to be affected by the Flame¡¯s time dilation. ¡°Of course.¡± She said with a smile, ¡°Wonderful to meet you, Jonathan Tillman. It has been quite some time since He has had a champion for this particular Facet. But my counsel stands. Despite its nature, I highly doubt you are meant to consume yourself in fire in order to destroy your infection. There is another way I believe, although its path is unclear to me.¡± She watched him as she spoke, seeming to weigh his reactions as if they could tell her something that he himself didn''t know. ¡°The Flower¡­¡± He said with a sigh sliding the hatchet back into its loop. ¡°Yes¡­ I can see how the bloom would work. But why are you being sent there?¡± She asked, her eyes drifting off away from Tilly as if following some sort of pattern. Then she suddenly winced and her eyes snapped back to Tilly¡¯s face, ¡°It has been a long time since I last saw Thunder. Send him my regards.¡± She said, suddenly ready to leave. The shadows around her began to deepen alarmingly as they mingled with her robes. ¡°Wait! Who are you and can you do anything to help us? We are about to get teleported or attacked or something! We could use the help!¡± He shouted, after her fading form. In response, the shadows stopped moving around her, leaving the impression of a floating head, the only part of her body not swathed in the dark robes. ¡°I am called Wisdom and you must not fear. Your people have chosen rightly in seeking His aid. He seldom gives what you expect, but it is always what you need. I have already done my part, and after an unexpected detour, I was able to retrieve my gift for your new nation. It will be waiting outside the temple.¡± Then with a nod of farewell, the shadows completely enveloped her and he was alone in the room. A thunderous crack broke the silence behind him, and he whirled to see words forming out of the Flame on the altar. HIDDEN QUEST COMPLETE. RESTORE A NATION TO THE PATRONAGE OF ORIGIN¡¯S FLAME COMPLETION REWARDS DISTRIBUTED ACCORDING TO CONTRIBUTION B2 Ch. 5 Glow Up. Just as Tilly finished reading the fiery text, something snapped the strange stillness of his surrounding environment, and he felt the passage of time reassert itself. He took a deep breath, trying to push down the surprising amount of nausea that shifting in and out of time seemed to always bring. Swallowing down a wet burp, he looked back up to find the words above the altar collapsing in on themselves. Their forms shivered and devolved back into a floating vortex of fire that was sucked into a central point above the main Flame of the altar. Tilly watched as they compacted into a fist-sized ball of brilliant flame, which continued to pull in on itself. The smaller the point of energy compressed, the higher the pressure rose in the chamber and Tilly winced in anticipation as he realized what was happening. Whatever ''Facet'' of Origin this was, it seemed to have a fondness for explosions. Instead of continuing to watch it compress to an increasingly small point, he glanced back at the entrance trying to decide if a warning would help anything... Nope, no point in trying to outrun this thing. ''It had said rewards right?'' he thought to himself as he crouched down and covered his face with his arms. Some part of his brain noted with fascination that his armor was already shifting to its yellow salamander form. He wondered idly if that was in reaction to a real environmental danger, or his internal anticipation of a coming fire-based threat. After only a few seconds in the international ¡°brace yourself¡± position, a huge ¡°WUUMMPPHH¡± blew past him. The air around him hiccupping inward, before exploding back outward preceding a wall of immense heat. Tilly winced as it hit him, but similar to his inflamed state, he comprehended the heat on a sensational level but found the expected pain absent. He hesitantly lifted his head from between his knees and found himself facing a small hovering blue flame, with an object floating in its center. He stared at it dumbly, until Identify pinged above it, marking it unhelpfully as: Hidden Quest Reward. His notification log had started blinking, so he pulled it up and found the most recent entry.
Congratulations! You have unlocked and completed a Hidden Quest. Your contribution is graded as A-tier. You have received a Mythic-grade quest reward.
That was it, nothing else in the description. Tilly closed down the log and considered the thing hovering in the flame before him. As he watched, the flames began to dissipate making the object easier to discern. Then as he watched, the flames winked out and Tilly had to snatch the object as it fell to the floor. Opening his hand, he looked down in wonder at a baseball-sized oblong object, etched with strange moving symbols that formed patterns reminiscent of flames. As Tilly watched the symbols faded until all that was left was a light blue ovular shape with hard ridges and planes making up its surface. It looked like a many-faceted jewel, but for some reason, Tilly couldn¡¯t shake the impression that it was an egg. A slight tingle started in the back of his mind as he considered it, but he would have to save figuring this thing out for later. Right now he needed to check on the others. The flame hadn¡¯t harmed him, but it was a core part of his power. Worry shot through his system as he stuffed the egg/rock into his fantasy fanny pack and considered the Flame on the altar one last time. It crackled merrily, as if satisfied with its work. Tilly gave it a quick glare, wondering how he had been stuck with the explodey part of Origin¡¯s nature before turning to jog back toward the antechamber. As he moved through the passageway, he noted that the stone fittings making up the walls and ceiling were even brighter and more well-made than they had been minutes before. He sighed in relief as he arrived back at the antechamber, which had become so bright that it was almost like emerging back into the light of day. None of the occupants seemed to be harmed and the large room was now dominated by a crystal pillar, whose top and bottom were rooted into the floor and ceiling like a strange tree. The temple itself seemed to be feeding its blue-hued energy into the pillar, while the central portion of the pillar was constantly pushing out a bright white light back into the structure. The energies seemed to be feeding off each other in a mutually beneficial cycle. But that wasn''t the only thing that had changed in the room. Identify pinged new information over almost all the members of the council! Hiro¡¯s dark samurai armor with yellow stitching and highlights remained the same, but his previously unadorned head now held an absolutely badass new helmet. On its crest was a yellow sickle image of a moon and above his head hung his new class. Level 58 Daimyo Both the Honu elders wore the same robes but they each had new staffs topped with what looked like sextants formed from shells. Level 46 & 50 Way Finders Linus¡¯s face while still wrinkled had taken on some indefinable element of dignity and his class had been changed as well. His armor was unchanged, but instead of looking like an elderly veteran reliving his glory days, he now radiated a feeling of earned glory and competence on the field. On his head, instead of a helmet was a metal laurel. Level 65 Consul Even Ichiro had gotten a new piece of gear. He was seated across the room in a meditative kneeling position, with his eyes wide in wonder. They continually wove through the room, following some sort of pattern that Tilly could not understand. His light armor had been completely replaced with layered samurai robes that were covered in a many-hued maze that seemed to move even as Tilly watched. His class was the same, but the level discrepancy was gone, leaving him at the lower level. Level 25 Samurai Hatamoto Of all the chamber''s occupants, Shuji reacted to his reward with the most emotion. He held a large tome in his shaking hands, looking down at it with tears in his eyes. It was wrapped in dark leather with a glowing blue symbol that Tilly could not make out on its cover. His class was the same, but judging by the look in his shining eyes, Tilly doubted he cared very much.You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author. Pupienus stood almost as a counterpoint to Shuji''s awestruck reaction. He held up a new pair of glasses and eyed them critically as if he were trying to decide if he should even put them on. The first one to notice Tilly''s entrance was Hiro, his eyes looking up from what had to be his character screen and narrowing. He looked back at the position where Tilly had been standing before the time-stop and then back at Tilly, who was now fifty feet away without having moved to get there. Finding everyone unharmed with a power-up had Tilly feeling giddy and he couldn¡¯t help but wink at the newly appointed Daimyo. Who cares if all he got was a mystery box award? It looked like everyone around him had come out pretty well, especially the ones who had seriously contributed to the hidden quest at some point. Aside from Hiro¡¯s puzzled frown at Tilly¡¯s strange human eye twitch, everyone else was busy looking at their own notification logs and character sheets. The spectacled satyr jumped as he looked around with his new glasses and found Tilly standing in the entryway on the other side of the anti-chamber. ¡°Hum- ah, I mean, Jonathan Tillman, how did you-¡± He trailed off and then cleared his throat. ¡°It seems you were right about the benefits of this alignment¡­ But I still do not have access to our city interface. Lord Hiro, if you would be so kind, can you inform us of our position and if these¡­ uh boons have extended to our whole populace.¡± He asked in a tone that bordered on patronizing. Lord Hiro nodded fractionally, before turning to the crystal and lifting his hand, as if interacting with another larger screen. The others watched him, waiting patiently, except for Linus, who seemed to be able to see what was happening in front of Hiro even though it was just empty air to Tilly¡¯s eyes. Looking up from what Hiro was doing, Linus explained, ¡°Well, it seems like Hiro, and I have received class upgrades that allow us direct access to the interface. Hiro I¡¯m sure would have had this with his last class, but faction management is one of the purposes of my new class.¡± As he said ''management'' his voice stumbled over a growling hitch. He looked like he was trying to swallow a lemon, and Tilly could only imagine what a class that specifically gave him management abilities would do to his outlook on life. Some people were made for admin work and it made others sick. Tilly gave Linus a nod of solidarity. He was a fighter and would adjust to his new fate with the same grim determination that he had used to face death in the past. Hiro swiped his hand and dismissed his screen before looking up at the rest of the group, ¡°The system has awarded our new Faction a name, something we have not been able to do ourselves¡­¡± He said, shooting a hard look in the direction of the Bureaucrat. ¡°It refers to us as the Three-Fold Alliance. I am not yet sure of the full significance of this Title, but it is certainly related to our new patron deity. There are two points of immediate interest in the establishment section of the City Interface. I believe I can share them with you¡­¡± He said, his eyes flickering as he delivered some mental commands to his HUD. A green screen appeared in front of Tilly and from the expressions of the others, they each had one of their own as well,
Establishment Congratulations, Three-Fold Alliance! In conjunction with your starting position and in acknowledgment of the considerable forces arrayed against your existence, you have been awarded two city-wide Boons. Origin¡¯s Aegis: extends out in a 5-mile area of effect, Origin¡¯s Flame will release a reverse time dilation. For every hour outside the area of effect, 24 hours will pass inside the affected area. This effect will last the equivalent of one day on the outside. Fires Of Creation: For the duration of the Aegis¡¯ effect all skills will experience a 50% increase in efficiency for gaining levels.
Then, at the bottom of the screen, in a completely different script than the notification, was a personal note from Origin.
A Bond has Been Struck. Nothing that comes against you will triumph as long as the covenant holds.
¡°Much better than we hoped¡­ and much worse.¡± One of the Honu elders said, looking up from the screen with a hard glint in her eye. ¡°It seems¡­ we will be in¡­ conflict¡­ almost immediately.¡± The other said, agreeing with her assessment. Their words drew Ichiro from his consideration of the words before him, ¡°We have been given what we did not think to ask for, time. Let us use it to its full effect. Our food and shelter challenges are not solved, but with new classes available, and skill leveling bonus, we should be able to integrate our increased population.¡± Ichiro said thoughtfully, his strange white eyes having no problem reading the notification screen in front of him. ¡°We will have to see what changes have already been wrought on our populace and what opportunities they provide before we form a plan of action. But near the top of the list should be scouting our 5-mile allotted area and finding out who our new neighbors are as soon as possible.¡± Linus added while Pupienus began to mumble about figures and estimates to himself. Shuji hadn¡¯t even looked up from his large book, and Tilly found himself wondering if he had heard any of it, ¡°Shuji. What have you got there?¡± He looked up with puffy red eyes blinking rapidly as he looked around the room in confusion before focusing on Tilly. Yep, he had definitely been crying. ¡°Jonathan Tillman¡­ This is an Enchanted Librarian¡¯s Codex linked to me. It stores all the information I gather through any means and indexes it. It does so perfectly, without error, essentially allowing me to copy any book just by reading it. It is a library in itself and will record all that I have ever learned and all that I ever will learn within its pages. The implications are staggering.¡± He said, hiccuping back a sob. ¡°There is one more thing here,¡± Hiro said, interrupting, ¡°Under the advancement tab.¡± He followed the statement by sending them another screen.
Advancement Current Status of Three-Fold Alliance: City. Next stage of Advancement: City State, [25 miles of influence, wall advancements, access to Auction house, and establishment of a standing army.] Requirements Population: 110000 / 50000 Subdue Surrounding Area: Cleared Obtain the Patronage of another Origin Facet: 1/2
¡°Jonathan Tillman, what is an ¡®Origin Facet¡¯?¡± B2 Ch. 6 Wisdom鈥檚 Gift Hiro¡¯s questions lingered in the air, but Tilly didn''t answer right away. He took another minute to process the implications of the advancement tab on the screen in front of him while the rest waited on his answer or re-read their own screens. The Three-Fold Alliance had everything they needed to advance to a ¡®City-State¡¯ which would give them the ability to field an army and strengthen the walls. Not to mention the twenty additional miles of buffer between them and the ¡°neighbors¡± whoever they were. Tilly didn''t know what the auction house was, but he had no doubt it would probably be just as important an opportunity for the burgeoning nation as the other upgrades¡­ But of course, all of them were dependent on if they could find and obtain the ¡®Patronage¡¯ of another Origin Facet. His mind whirled as he went back over the words that Wisdom had spoken in that strange voice in the central chamber¡­ Something about memories and jewels... He needed to get his Intelligence up. ¡°Look, I¡¯m only working with bits of information myself, but as far as I understand it, what lies at the center of this temple is just a piece of Origin¡¯s nature, hence the name Facet. Honestly, it hasn¡¯t once been explained to me, but I am pretty sure I have seen another of these. There is a Flower somewhere that I am being encouraged to find. I saw this other Facet in a... vision after the fight in front of the city. I know that it is surrounded by mountains, hiding in a small valley, not unlike us. The more I interact with both of these things, the more I feel like they are more than just objects of power. They feel... foundational somehow.¡± Hiro looked as if he was about to reply when Tilly realized what was behind him leaving out his number one reason for searching out the facet... He had now heard from three sources that the only real way to get rid of his Corruption was to find the flower. As soon as he identified it, the subtle whispers that had been playing at the back of his thoughts surfaced, Leave it out You don¡¯t know some of these people It''s not important Tilly¡¯s face screwed up in anger and shame as he realized he was going to do it all over again. Hiding his problems, and sticking to being a lighthearted hero, not a liability. If he told them about this, would they think he orchestrated this somehow? The implications and possibilities were like sludge, slowing down the pace of his thoughts and causing him to retreat into himself instead of revealing any sort of need. Hiro was about to follow up with another question, when the truth came rushing up out of Tilly''s core, spilling out in a blitz of desperation. ¡°When I saw the Flower, I met its guardian. He told me that if I wanted to be free of the Corruption infecting my own body, I would have to find them again. So however we choose to pursue this Advancement requirement, I have to be involved!¡± The words came out hot and angry having narrowly won the inner conflict playing out in his soul. Hiro took the almost shouted follow-up statement in stride. The others had a wide range of reactions to the news. The Honu elders'' eyes hardened, while next to them, Linus might as well have been told it was going to rain for all the change that came over his expression. Pupienus however, took the cake. He audibly gasped and took a step back from Tilly as if the infection could be caught by breathing they same air. ¡°How could this be? I was told you represented the Deity at odds with this horrendous substance! They assured me that you can even cure most cases of infection. Explain yourself!¡± He sputtered, looking around the room as if he had been tricked by all parties present. ¡°Silence!¡± Hiro growled, unleashing his aura and causing everyone in the room to flinch besides Linus and Ichiro. Hiro turning the full weight of his flat stare on the Bureaucrat, ¡°He was infected saving the life of my son and is much more an ally to this ¡®Alliance¡¯ than you are. Our goals align, which I doubt is a coincidence, but even if they did not, we would still support him.¡± He declared sternly before turning to the Honu elders. ¡°I believe your predecessor was aware of Jonathan¡¯s state and decided to trust him, I ask you to do the same. He is not an agent of our enemy, he is simply fighting it internally as we all are externally.¡± Hiro interceded, letting his aural pressure slacken. The elders gave him a long considering look, before turning their gaze back to Tilly, ¡°Be that as it may¡­ We still should¡­ Have been informed¡­ It could have¡­ Impacted our votes¡­¡± One of them said Tilly had honestly already forgotten which was which, and at this point, he was too afraid to ask. Ichiro chose this moment to gently break into the conversation, ¡°Look at what we have gained! We could have remained undeclared and not built up these gains over decades. On Nephesh stagnancy is Death. Knowing what you know now, would you have chosen any differently?¡±This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. ¡°Yes-¡± Squeaked the Bureaucrat, but everyone ignored him and Ichiro watched the elders with an expression of relaxed curiosity. ¡°Our people have forgotten¡­ the Dream.¡± Replied the second elder slowly, ¡°That is what¡­ my father said¡­ when he met with you¡­ That you would help us to¡­ remember¡­ What we have forgotten¡­We remain committed.¡± She continued her voice strengthening as if speaking the words aloud settled it in her mind. Then everyone turned to Pupienus and he shrank back under their combined stares, ¡°Yes, well. We all agreed on this manner of governance, and I am not fool enough to try and violate it right from the beginning. It is decided! We continue.¡± He admitted spitefully. ¡°WONDERFUL!¡± Shuji shouted, startling half the room as he slammed his giant book shut. Tilly wasn¡¯t sure if he was reacting to what had just transpired, or something he had just read from the supernatural backup of his knowledge. Either seemed possible. ¡°I am sure there is much to catalog and record! These rewards offered to our people seem to be almost unprecedented. There will probably even be new classes!¡± He said, tucking the book away god knows where and moving back towards the entrance as if everything had been decided. Ichiro shrugged happily and got to his feet turning to follow and all the others except for Linus and Hiro moved along with him. They both looked at each other and moved over toward Tilly. ¡°However unwilling I was at the time¡­ you saved my life,¡± Linus said solemnly, ¡°And most probably the Bastions would just be a memory if not for you. So know this, as long as I am alive, our armed forces will be there for you. You have stepped in for us several times now, and we will do the same for you at a call.¡± He finished formally, before knocking a hard military salute against his chest. Hiro regarded his actions with a ghost of a smile on his face, which disappeared as soon as he noticed Tilly¡¯s glance, ¡°Just let us know when you have any more idea where this Facet is. We cannot lose you as a resource, or a friend¡­ And depending on how hard the fighting will become, we very well could need those advancements as soon as possible, so let me know as soon as you find anything else.¡± He added gruffly. Then he clapped his hand on Tilly¡¯s shoulder. Their earnest attempts at reassuring him struck something deep in Tilly. Another blow landed against the stony distance that had insulated him from the opinions and at times the caring of others. In the face of their support, he decided to take things one step further, voicing his fears along with the challenges he faced. ¡°That¡­ means a lot. You are both extraordinary leaders, and I am glad my journey has brought me alongside you and your people. But I have one other favor to ask¡­¡± He said, taking a deep breath, ¡°I wish I could say corruption was forcing me to do things, but it isn¡¯t like that. It takes whatever darker desires were already inside me and strengthens them, making my decisions seem reasonable in the moment. It is... becoming more and more difficult for me to recognize its influence on my mind.¡± He trailed off, trying to find out exactly how to word his request. They both gave him space, not interrupting as he tried to express what he needed. ¡°I guess what I am asking is, watch out for me. There will probably be a few times when I start acting erratically, and I need you to step in and stop me. If I can¡¯t get back in control, I need you to do whatever you have to¡­ Don¡¯t let me become one of those things. Do you understand?¡± He finished, gasping out the final lines of his request as the Corruption within him began to writhe angrily. ¡°Worry not Jonathan Tillman, we will do everything we can to help you. But if we fail, I will not hesitate to end you before you become something else.¡± Hiro replied in a hard voice, before clapping him on the shoulder again and turning to go after the others, with Linus nodding along in total agreement. Tilly felt no sense of hesitance or regret in those words as he stood there in momentary stunned silence. He didn¡¯t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed with how quickly and confidently Hiro had agreed to kill him if necessary. But an ask was an ask, and it just meant that he really needed to find out where this next Facet was, one way or another. He looked over at the crystal and it flashed before presenting a green screen in front of him, Welcome to the Three-Fold Alliance Sovereign Crystal. Would you like to view available class change options? Y/N Out of curiosity, Tilly selected ¡°Yes¡± Scanning current cla- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Error Son of Flame class incompatible with the current system. Would you like to begin again at Level 1 with a compatible class? Y/N Tilly sighed as he selected no. It was not like he would choose something else anyway, with his titles and skills synergizing so well with his current class, it would be foolish at this point. But that didn¡¯t change the fact that it felt damn annoying to be railroaded this way. He left the crystal behind hoping that it would be more useful for refugees than it was for him. His walk turned into a run as he heard shouts coming from outside. ¡°Look, Miss! I don''t know where you came from, but I don''t like being snuck up on!¡± An outraged Kuro yelled. ¡°For the last time you Box of Rocks, I didn¡¯t choose to be here either, now if you will just point me towards the nearest working teleport hub, I can find my way back on my own!¡± A melodic female voice shot out in reply, stringing her words together in a rapid but musical cadence. Tilly emerged out into the front of the temple, to find the entire council standing off to the side wearing various expressions of concern or suspicion. Apart from them stood a stunning young woman, wearing exquisitely tailored clothing in different shades of green and jewel tones. The layers were cut to form a strange mix between a ball gown and a formal three-piece suit. Level 86 Ward of the Summer Court She stood almost butting heads with Kuro, while Nyuk stood just to the side holding a new smaller axe at the ready. Above both of their heads was a brand new class. Level 25 and 29 Forest Wardens. B2 Ch. 7 Another Explosion The whole scene made for an odd standoff, with the leaders of the Alliance on one side and this new lady on the other. Yet despite the numbers imbalance, both parties seemed somewhat equal. ¡°Madam! Are you from one of our new nearby nations!¡± Pupienus shouted from behind Linus and Hiro, who wore equally guarded expressions as they considered another new variable in the already complex situation. ¡°No, you sniveling idiot, my people live nowhere near here!¡± She shouted, before groaning in frustration and asking in a lower, but just as exacerbated tone, ¡°Now please tell me you have a working teleport platform in this Gods forsaken hick town¡­¡± Tilly was surprised to see flowering vines springing up from the ground and spiraling around the woman''s legs as her expression grew more desperate. Shuji cleared his throat and stepped forward offering up a theatrical bow, ¡°My Lady, welcome to the newly christened Three-Fold Alliance. We regret to-¡± At the word regret, Tilly watched the lady¡¯s razor-thin hope of escape snap, along with her composure. ¡°THAT HAG!¡± she shouted, interrupting Shuji and stomping one of her feet as the vines around her suddenly sprouted sickle-like thorns. At this display, Nuyk and Kuro started to back away, holding their weapons in a guard position. ¡°I knew I felt a ripple in the Land! And now you tell me there is no platform here¡­ She tricke-UUGGHH! That sneaky Windbag! She all but told me and I was too happy to be away to realize the implications! Winter¡¯s Night, this is infur-¡± ¡°Hey!" Tilly shouted, happy to interrupt the spoiled woman''s tirade. "Did somebody named Wisdom drop you off?¡± As novel as it was, he wasn¡¯t going to stand by while some noble lady threw a tantrum. They had too much to do. Her jaw snapped shut like a sprung bear trap and before he could register it, she flashed in front of him, moving at a speed completely unreconciled with her put-upon impression. Now, only inches from Tilly''s face, her slightly shorter form seeming to tower over him as she leaned in, exuding something not dissimilar to Hiro¡¯s killing intent aura, ¡°Do you know her?¡± She chewed out through grinding teeth. ¡°Met her just before she left. She said you would help us... and between you and I, she didn''t strike me as the kind that would lie.¡± Tilly grunted back, standing upright and drawling out his response in a bored tone out of sheer force of will. Her presence had a certain command to it, pulling on him to obey, to give in, but he staunchly refused. He leaned hard into the seen-it-all expression every firefighter develops after enough time in the field. Her aura of command washed over him like waves against the breakers, and he showed none of it in his vague return stare. He didn''t like his friends being insulted in front of him and he really didn''t like that she believed they owed her something. His challenge caught her off guard, and she stepped back, considering him again as if she had only just noticed he was there. ¡°A Human? Out in the backside of nowhere? Perhaps something is happening here worthy of my time¡­¡± She said, curiosity shifting her previously commanding tone to something that might have been considered playful in other circumstances. Her eyes flashed green for a moment, and a frown broke her small smile. ¡°And a Champion? Of a deity I have never heard of, no less... ¡° She grumbled, suddenly looking at him like an annoying crossword puzzle with too many blanks and not enough clues. ¡°That is quite impossible!¡± She declared with finality. Tilly was about to tell her otherwise when she continued, talking over his inhale to interject as if he had ceased to exist. ¡°I know the names of every living Divine and only the current Paragons can anoint a new Champion on Nephesh.¡± She said as a small crease appeared between her perfect eyebrows. Then she shifted her attention to the temple Tilly had just exited, and her eyes flashed green again, before widening as she took a step back in shock. ¡°This is old¡­ Older perhaps than my Mot- Just who are you?¡± She whispered, turning her gaze back towards Tilly with something other than conceit coloring her tone. ¡°My name is Jonathan Tillman. My friends call me Tilly¡­ Well not yet, but they will get it eventually, and I just got here a few weeks ago. From day one I have been getting my ass kicked in this lovely plane of yours and I have done a fair bit of ass-kicking myself. Which I understand is fairly normal, what is not normal is what I have been fighting¡­ something called Corruption.¡± As soon as the word left his mouth, the skin around her eyes tightened slightly, before her expression returned to one of neutral curiosity. Over her shoulder, Tilly caught a small nod from Hiro to Shuji, who quickly moved forward, ¡°Madam,¡± Shuji added stepping into her view again with an even more theatrical bow. Tilly swore that Shuji sometimes had more in common with the ringleader of a circus than a scholar. ¡°If you are here to offer us some aid, we would be most grateful to accept. While we do not have a working teleport platform right now¡­ We do have the ability to repair what we have. We simply lack the resources.¡± Small budding grasses were springing up around her perfectly pressed pant legs and they seemed to lean in and support her as, all of a sudden, her imperious air deflated. Her haughty features softened into something much younger and out of place. She considered the still bowing lapin and the faces of those in the group standing outside the temple. ¡°My name is Erash and I was brought here on the promise of access to an A-political Sovereign Crystal. I was told that this Crystal would have a class appropriate to my¡­ stature. My current abilities and stat build are unique and something of a secret, and I had thought that my only chance at advancement would be in my home, but she assured me there was another way forward¡­¡± She finished trailing off as if looking for something more to add.Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings. At her words Hiro stepped forward, speaking in a respectful but confident tone, ¡°If you promise no harm to my people or our Alliance, we will happily grant you access to our Crystal. Consider it a Home Gift, and if I am not mistaken, your promise and this gift are better than any binding treaty.¡± He said, his eyes watching her carefully. Her young demeanor vanished at the mention of promises, and gifts. Tilly¡¯s jaw almost dropped as she seemed to age twenty years into a lady in the prime of her beauty and strength. Her expression firmed into something cold and calculating as she eyed the group imperiously, ¡°A bargain offered¡­¡± She said, a sultry smile playing around the edges of full lips. ¡°Very well. In exchange for free access to your crystal and your teleport platform once it becomes available. I will shed this class and its inherent obligations for one that is beneficial to both parties. In this new role, I will serve you for a year and a day to the best of my abilities. At the completion of my obligation, I will have the right to change classes again or keep the new class as I see fit.¡± ¡°Done. Agreed and accepted.¡± Hiro¡¯s voice rang out in a strong clear baritone. A strong wind danced through the nearby trees, and Tilly thought he heard a thrum resounding in the air around them. ¡°Thrice struck¡­ perhaps we are not so far from civilization after all.¡± She purred, looking like a cat who had just been offered warm cream. ¡°Now wai- UH¡± Pupienus tried to cry out before the air was suddenly knocked from his lungs. Tilly looked over to see Linus¡¯ ever-present frown softening for just a moment as the bureaucrat wheezed next to him. Erash turned towards the entrance of the temple, and some of her predatory confidence drained from her expression, ¡°Best start now, before¡­ Well best to get started.¡± She corrected before carefully lifting her feet free of the patch of wildflowers that had burst into being around her and moving through the large stone opening. ¡°I''ll find my own way thank you!¡± She called back over her shoulder, having moved past Tilly and partially down the hall before anyone even thought to go with her. As soon as she was gone Pupienus¡¯ reedy voice broke the silence sounding strained, ¡°Now hold on a minute! You cannot just make commitments for us without a vote!¡± he complained stepping away from the Consul while clutching at his midsection. ¡°I was elected to represent my constituency and I will not be bullied into a Dictatorship!¡± he spat, some fire returning to his eyes. He seemed like the kind of guy who would rub Tilly the wrong way no matter what plane he was on, but at that moment, watching him square off against the rest of the council, Tilly couldn¡¯t help but feel a little respect. One of the Honu elders turned to him and caught his eye, ¡°She was more¡­ than she seemed.¡± letting the implication of her words hang in the air for a moment. As a look of confusion settled on the satyr''s face, Hiro turned to explain, ¡°I waited until I was sure, but once I knew what she was, it was imperative that I offer her a gift and a bargain. If I had not, she would have offered us something far less beneficial, and we would have started negotiations from her point, not ours. Their kind is bound completely by a certain set of rules, and at the same time, utterly unpredictable.¡± A bargain struck¡­ Oh Shit! Tilly knew this one!! ¡°She''s a Fey isn¡¯t she?¡± Tilly called out, excited to finally not have to ask for once. Hiro and Linus both shot him looks before Linus gestured sharply toward the temple, ¡°She is obviously running from something.¡± He whispered at Tilly harshly. ¡°Otherwise she never would have offered terms that were so generous. We do not want whoever would look for someone like her to find her here. Even speaking of their kind can create ties to them. So from now on we will keep this to ourselves!¡± Linus rebuked, handing out orders to all present as if he were back on the front lines. The other satyr¡¯s eyes widened in understanding, and the honu nodded. Tilly bit back his chagrin at having his moment ruined. ''The one time I actually know something...'' he huffed internally. ¡°Told you we should have left as soon as we dropped them off,¡± Nyuk muttered to Kuro a few feet away from Tilly. Hearing their soft exchange, Tilly turned to them, ¡°How did she even get here, and when?¡± He asked the pair. ¡°We were standing out here keeping watch when Nyuk here swears he hears a cart coming¡­ I tell him to stop being an idiot, cause no cart can come up this little mountain path we cleared to the temple, and before we can resolve our dispute, the whole temple explodes.¡± Kuro said, leveling a flat look at Tilly, ¡°So first, we make sure we aren¡¯t burning alive. Then, we accept the strangest notification screen I have ever seen, which offers us this new rare class, which my lady will love by the way, and then Bam! There she is, standing right on top of us muttering to herself like a mad woman.¡± He finished, leaning into the story with all the passion of the old drunk at a bar. ¡°That is enough! We will offer no insults to our guest! She will keep this agreement to the letter, and we will accept her help in whatever form it comes.¡± Hiro declared to the group, his tone broking no response. Then he turned to Tilly, ¡°Now who is this Wisdom you met and when did it happen?¡± Hiro inquired with Shuji''s ears twitching in interest at the posed question. Before Tilly could answer, a green flash erupted from the mouth of the temple, followed by a forced opening of his Notification log. Rejoice, Three-Fold Alliance! Your abandoned Temple to Origin¡¯s Flame has received a new High-Priestess. An order of clergy may be established and full temple function restored as requirements are met. Congratulations! Due to the overwhelming qualifications of your new High-Priestess the Three-Fold Alliance will receive an additional Boon! Now all crops, livestock, and wild game will be 20% more productive while under your city¡¯s influence. Tilly cleared away the forced notification screen to see the statues in front of the temple reforming into large imposing forms of primitive warriors. That wasn¡¯t all, the large stone opening to the temple started to grow elaborate doors set on hinges of stone that depicted a frieze of a burning Flame. The others around him looked up from their screens in shock as the newly formed doors opened, and Erash strode out, holding a staff with a living blue flame at its top. Level 86 High-Priestess of the Living Flame ¡°Now, I need someone to tell me who Origin is and what are his Facets. We must gather more of them as quickly as possible so my- Rather, this temple¡¯s influence may expand.¡± Tilly was the first to recover from his shock, probably because every day in this world brought new and crazier things than the last for him, ¡°Wait, you chose to become a Priestess for a God you have never heard of? Why?¡± Tilly demanded. B2 Ch. 8 Marching Orders She paused there, enjoying her moment, framed in the entryway of the newly regenerated temple. No doubt she had received the same update they all had about the new ¡°overqualified High-Priestess¡±. ¡°This class was the only one available that was an increase in rarity from my last class. According to the system, this deity hasn¡¯t had a high priest in three Epochs¡­ The requirements didn¡¯t seem too difficult and the gains provided are more than acceptable.¡± She said, turning her nose up slightly, not at all attempting to cover an almost palpable level of satisfaction. Tilly''s fading shock was quickly overtaken by exasperation. Seems like anyone can walk in and get a job these days! He let out a self-deprecating laugh, ¡°What a pair of representatives we will make¡­ "Please sir, What does it mean to follow Origin?" "Sorry lad, we just met the guy, we¡¯ll let you know when we find out." "Although I will warn you, so far it''s been mostly explosions¡¯.¡± He finished his little monologue and looked around at the others, hoping to lighten the mood. Unblinking eyes stared back at him, ranging from confusion in the honu to disappointment in Hiro¡¯s eyes. Tilly coughed awkwardly at the silence and Erash stepped forward into the silence confidently, ¡°Speak for yourself human. The temple has made abundantly clear what it needs to advance its influence and I can commune for direction once a month as an intermediary for the nation I am representing. You may be lost in your role, but I am clear in mine.¡± She finished in a huff, before sweeping past him and moving to the council to begin discussing how the temple could partner with their future efforts. The embarrassment he felt in the wake of his stupid joke and the haughty reply from the new High Priestess set Tilly¡¯s ears buzzing. Her conversation with the council fell into the background and as a potent anger attempted to flood his internal levies of emotional control. Who does she think she is? It was just a stupid joke¡­ Ungrateful Bit- No. His right arm jerked, throwing a vicious punch into his side. His clenched fist pounded into the site of the infection releasing waves of agony from his abdomen. Something about the sudden pain shattered the syrupy sweet spiral of bitterness that had been building. He refused to be the kind of guy who went into a tantrum at every little insult, no matter what this bullshit trying to take his body wanted. The buzzing subsided, and a deep angry ache settled in its place. ¡°So, what did you get?¡± Nyuk asked, breaking Tilly¡¯s thoughts away from his unnoticed internal conflict, giving him the point of distraction he needed to steer his thoughts towards safer waters. He turned and shrugged in response to the new Forest Warden, reaching behind his back and fishing out the crystal egg, ¡°I don''t know what this thing is,¡± he said before tossing it to the inquiring lapin. ¡°Hey!¡± The lapin said in a sudden panic, handling the caught stone like he was playing hot potato. He bounced it between his hands two times before tossing it at Kuro with a wicked grin. ¡°Watch it, Buckteeth!¡± The other warden shouted back as he caught it in his leather vest avoiding touching it with his bare hands. He walked carefully back over to a bewildered Tilly who plucked it from the leather cradle, ¡°Seriously guys, right now I don¡¯t think it does anything. I''ll have to mess with it and figure it out later.¡± He said, holding up the oblong mystery object and handling it with impunity. Both the lapins winced at his cavalier manner, ¡°I am no master Identifier, but even I can see it is rated Mythic,¡± Kuro said keeping a wary eye on the object in Tilly¡¯s hand. ¡°Knowing you, human, that is a locked-ancient-gnomish-explosive enchantment that could level this mountain,¡± Nyuk said gravely, stepping back even further. This kind of ribbing was all too familiar and reminded him warmly of the firehouse. In fact, he almost told them about some of the guys he used to work with when he felt a pulse of satisfaction emerge from the egg. It seemed to have understood the gravity those two were giving it¡­ and it felt satisfied. It wanted to be thought of as dangerous. The chuckle and story died together on Tilly¡¯s lips as he slowly turned his head toward what he was holding. Both lapins shared a knowing look and took another generous few steps back, well away from the entrance of the Temple. Before Tilly could really consider the object in his hands, the others finished their short conference and Hiro began issuing out orders to the group one by one, ¡°It is decided! We have been given a short window of time to prepare for what is coming and we will not waste a moment of it. Shuji, you are to immediately partner with all scholar-adjacent classes to order and categorize our population. We need to know what classes we have, and what they can do. Send any who still desire to pursue a class change up here with advice where appropriate. Knowledge is the resource we need most right now.¡±The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. Shuji nodded enthusiastically, jiggling several chins, ¡°I''ll coordinate with Pupienus to make sure all are employed appropriately in our coordinated efforts, as well as continue to build out our merit system for temporary compensation.¡± He said, gathering up the much smaller satyr in an uncomfortably brotherly side embrace and moving back toward the mountain path. ¡°Yes, yes.¡± The satyr said disengaging himself from the large lapin¡¯s embrace. ¡° I will see that the work in the city expansion continues and issue regular reports to the rest of you, I would appreciate the same.¡± He called over his shoulder with a level look, as he dodged another pawing tug by the enthusiastic Librarian. ¡°Linus, you are still in charge of organizing and training our armed forces, hopefully, our combat effectiveness has been augmented greatly by whatever changes were affected by the completion of the hidden quest-¡± ¡°Ah! So that is what that was! I felt the magic flow down the mountain from this point. I have only read a few accounts of such things. To think that one such occurrence has unfolded before my eyes here only confirms my decision to remain.¡± Erash interjected, gesturing with her new staff unconsciously as if she had held it for years instead of minutes. ¡°High Priestess,¡± Hiro shifted, rolling with the interruption smoothly, ¡°If you would, there will be a steady stream of those seeking the crystal and possibly purification from any lingering instances of infection. Please let us know if you need anything else to perform your duties. The honu will be sending all of our agricultural workers this way to receive your Spring¡¯s Blessing, which as we discussed, we hope will stack with the boons. This will see our people fed and hopefully, stores built up before the boon is exhausted.¡± She nodded graciously at his softly put request along with small bows of acknowledgment from the elders. The elders started down toward the path as well, nodding respectfully to Tilly and the lapins as they passed, and the High-Priestess turned back towards the newly wrought doors. For all her bravado, from his point close to the entryway, Tilly thought he saw her eyeing the gaping entrance with caution until she noticed his attention and sniffed, re-entering the temple with her confident mask fully in place. ¡°Nyuk, Kuro, It seems you have been gifted a combat class. One that looks suited towards scouting and patrols. Am I correct?¡± Hiro asked, turning to the two standing apart from the rest of the group. ¡°Yes Lord,¡± they replied in unison, with respectful bows. ¡°Good, it is well deserved. You are no longer in charge of our timber harvesting. I am appointing you as the first of our ranging forces. Nyuk, you will lead with Kuro as your second. Requisition bows from our depot and meet me at the front gates in an hour, we will scout the limit of our area¡¯s influence and see what we find in our new surroundings. Shuji will send others your way when we get back, and you can report to Linus for the next steps.¡± . At the news, both Lapins prostrated themselves on the ground, and Nyuk spoke in a loud voice, ¡°You honor us! We will not fail our people.¡± Then they both rose smoothly to their feet Nyuk wearing a formal and diffident expression and Kuro looking a little dazed. Hiro said nothing further and Nyuk realized he had to be back in the town and ready to go in an hour. He tugged the slightly dazed Kuro into a loping jog down the mountain. In the distance, Tilly could have sworn he heard Kuro come to and complain loudly, ¡°Bows! UGH! Nyuk, you know how I feel about bows!¡± A slight twitch in the remaining lapin''s ears let him know he wasn¡¯t the only one to have heard. ¡°That just leaves me and Ichiro, are you sure you don''t want me to come on the scouting trip? I have a feeling that whatever faction we have been dropped near is probably not Corruption free.¡± Tilly asked. ¡°No Jonathan Tillman, you will be risking yourself soon enough, but until then, we are going to do what we can to make sure you live through the next year. With this skill bonus we just received every one of us not urgently needed must commit themselves to training. You will spar with and learn from Ichiro every morning. Before his change, he was one of the best swordsmen in the empire, whether those old goats wanted to admit it or not.¡± At that, Ichiro nodded serenely. ¡°Now, however, he still has much work to do if he is to reclaim the full use of his skill levels. You will spend your mornings in routines that he devises, and then rotate through different members of the populace in the afternoons and evenings, training what you think will be most valuable going forward. Consult with Ichiro or Shuji on what those skills should be." "Mr. Tillman, Boons like this do not come often, and you must take this chance to advance your skills. I am sure we will be needing you before our 24 days are up, but until we do, you must invest this time wisely.¡± All of this struck a deep chord in Tilly. He had been on his back foot in almost every combat encounter he had. This was his chance to prepare for what was coming next instead of just reacting to one emergency after another. Not that he knew exactly how he needed to prepare¡­ Lost in thought, Tilly looked out into the mountain range for the first time since emerging from the temple. From their vantage point near the top of the mountain, he remembered being able to see the range go on as far as the eye could see. That had completely changed. Now the range ended just a few miles past the village and the river snaked past the burgeoning city between several more peaks before pouring out into open rolling hills, tinged a coppery red. When he turned back to Hiro and Ichiro, the elder lapin was already gone, his departure marked by a gust of wind. He had moved so quickly and smoothly that Tilly had completely missed it¡­ Reminding him just how far he had to go if he wanted to stay alive in these increasingly high-stakes scenarios. ''Well, nothing to it but to get started.'' he thought wryly. He sighed and met eyes with the last member of the group, ¡°Honestly, it will be my honor to receive your instruction.¡± Tilly opened seriously, ¡°I have heard several times how low my martial skills are and I''m tired of it. It will be great to have you to point me in the right direction!¡± Tilly said enthusiastically, his mind wandering through some of his favorite movie montages. Rocky¡­ Karate Kid¡­ Kickboxer. Ichiro¡¯s serene expression turned slightly more focused as his eyes moved to watch something playing out off in the distance. Tilly turned to try and catch it but saw only trees and distant peaks. ¡°It is fraying out there...¡± Ichiro whispered to himself. But as Tilly turned back towards him, his eyes refocused on the human, and he offered a sad smile. ¡°Perhaps you can tell me more of what you can do as of now, and where you feel your greatest weaknesses are,¡± Ichiro stated calmly, acting as if he hadn¡¯t said anything foreboding at all. B2 Ch. 9 Wax On Mulling over Ichiro¡¯s question, Tilly found himself caught between sharing a list of his abilities and their effects or a higher-level summary of how he thought of himself as a combatant. Ichiro registered his hesitation and gestured to a nearby log with a smile. Tilly nodded in appreciation and they walked over together and settled down facing each other. Tilly started with a simple run-down of his Abilities, but the conversation very quickly hopped the rails of his expectations as Ichiro stopped him at each Ability and asked him how and when the Abilities first emerged. Very quickly, this turned into Tilly giving a full summary of his journey through Nephesh, stopping where Ichiro asked for clarification or more details. Through it all, Ichiro''s face never wavered from its serene cast. Whether this was due to his meditative state or a genuine unruffled interest, didn''t really bother Tilly. Something about just getting it all out put him at ease. As time went on, he found himself sharing much more of the internal conflict he had faced at each crossroads of his journey so far. It''s not that he had left this part out in previous explanations. Rather, it was more that Ichiro seemed to be primarily interested in the internal environments that made up the context for each of his Ability advancements and failures. He seemed to care very little for the number side of things, instead showing a focused and consistent curiosity around Tilly¡¯s internal state and motivations as he navigated the challenges he had faced so far in his time on Nephesh. It was unlike any conversation Tilly had ever had, and despite Ichiro¡¯s blank, pupilless stare, he felt seen in a way that lifted a burden he did not know he was carrying... He was sure he had made many mistakes, but Ichiro didn''t flinch or react as Tilly navigated his choices leading up to this moment, ¡°-When I saw the tree and what it was doing to you and the Flame, I just lost it. I went all out in an attack I didn''t even fully comprehend, and that was when I first manifested the flames.¡± ¡°Ah, interesting¡­ I wonder, could you tell me more about what you were feeling at that moment when you charged the altar? What do you mean by ''lost it'' and I find myself wondering what exactly you gained in exchange?¡± ¡­ ¡°-This time he had one of the little kids and was threatening to kill him. I was already furious, but when he shouted out that I was corrupted in front of Amelia and the kid¡­ something snapped.--¡± ¡°One moment, do you mind telling me the physical sensations that accompanied this shift, and if you could, any thoughts you remember in the moments leading up to your loss of full conscious control?¡± ¡­ They talked for hours. At one point Ichiro even pulled out rice balls stuffed with some sort of meat for a late lunch and they both ate as they continued the discussion. Ichiro was especially fascinated by Tilly¡¯s description of the pattern reaching into eternity, and what he saw at the beginning and the end. He asked Tilly to repeat the story several times, pulling out every detail Tilly could remember and even some descriptions that only occurred to him in retrospect. Finally, they arrived at Tilly¡¯s description of his recent encounter in the inner room of the temple outside of time. ¡°Hmm¡­ This Facet of our Patron we host in the temple continues to display a penchant for affecting time. A very rare power-¡± There he paused, his look taking on a momentarily heavy cast as he continued, ¡°- and very dangerous. Perhaps, more powerful than the flame abilities you have demonstrated so far by an order of magnitude.¡± He mused, his expression softening as his gaze drifted from Tilly, back to the temple. ¡°Ichiro, can you tell me a little more about your eyes?¡± Tilly asked, his curiosity getting the better of him as he once again tried to understand what exactly the lapin was seeing that others couldn''t. ¡°Ah, of course,¡± He said, dragging his attention back to Tilly. He took a deep breath and explained. ¡°The cleansing you released when you ended Corruption¡¯s incursion into the temple hit me while my gaze was frozen open in a captive state.¡± he started, an almost imperceptible shiver running up his body. ¡°The clash of forces along with direct contact with the blast resulted in a new title and an accompanying skill that allows me to see not just the physical world, but whatever forces move beneath it. Right now my vision is filled with a sea of interwoven strands of past, present, and future possibilities, along with all the forces acting on the environment around me. It is so complex that I am at a very real risk of losing my mind if not for my ability to maintain a near-constant meditative state. Even when I am blindfolded, and lose all input from the physical world, I am still bombarded with an overwhelming amount of information attempting to convey to me the interwoven nature of space, time, and energy.¡± He said, some of the gravity of what he was enduring leaking into his voice, ¡°I am learning to limit my focus and filter out the majority of what I am seeing, but it is¡­ very difficult. Especially around many people or strong emotions, which both agitate the already incomprehensibly intricate pattern. I am sure I will grow used to it in time, but it has been a great challenge for me to even achieve the ability to walk and talk normally, and our sparring will be as important for me as it will be for you." ¡°Wait, Ichiro, can you see things before they happen?¡± Tilly asked, thinking back to a few of the more clairvoyant moments he had experienced with the lapin. At his question, Ichiro¡¯s face scrunched up thoughtfully, and he seemed to roll the questions around in his head several times before answering slowly. ¡°...I do not believe so. Perhaps one day, something like being able to read the pattern to that extent will emerge, but as of now, I can not understand the vast majority of what I am seeing. What I do know is that every action is preceded by thoughts and emotions. The stronger the instigating internal emotion is, the more affected the pattern around you, even before you physically move to change it. At times I can pick up on that disturbance in the pattern before the physical action is produced, but this has been a rarity so far. Although I believe our Origin wishes me to make progress in this area, and so he has gifted me an item unique to me.¡± He finished looking down at his new robe and pulling at the lapel absently. Under his gaze, the pattern on the robe actually started to shift, and Tilly suddenly felt himself falling, he blinked a few times and tore his eyes away, meeting Ichiro''s suddenly tired expression.The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement. ¡°You might go insane before you get a handle on this, and I might become a monster that will hopefully be consumed in my own flames before I kill a bunch of people¡­ Hell of a pair we make, huh?¡± Tilly asked smiling. Nothing to it but to grin and move through it. Ichiro¡¯s face screwed up in confusion for just a moment before completely releasing its tension into a simple, easy smile, ¡°Yes, I believe it is this very adversity that destines us for greatness¡­ I am sure this time together will be beneficial for both of us. Even in my Battle Trance, it is still difficult to focus on my immediate surroundings and emotions. The flow of the strands around me is incredibly difficult to resist.¡± he said, looking down at his lightly-furred hands for a moment as if they held some answers he had not yet found. Then he clapped them together and rubbed them vigorously before looking up at Tilly his face displaying a small level of excitement. ¡°But, if I may, I believe there is something more than leveling martial skills that I can teach you¡­ something that will possibly be much more useful in the long run.¡± He said, moving from the log to a place ten feet away and pulling his sword and scabbard out of its band and onto his lap. He gestured for Tilly to come join him in a more meditative posture. This is it! The full Karate Kid Myagi montage begins¡­ ¡°I''ll take anything I can get!¡± Tilly exclaimed, moving to settle down opposite the lapin. As soon as he had crossed his legs, the lapin began his instruction, in an easy droning voice. ¡°One of several benefits of my condition is the forced meditative state I must maintain if I want to stay in the present. This has increased my already considerable skill level to something I believe may be unique, especially at my reduced level. I want to pass on as much of what I know as I can to you in this short time, and I believe these techniques will do two things for you,¡± He said, raising a single finger, ¡°First, it will help fortify your mind against Corruption''s influence without walling yourself off from your emotions. It is essential that you not drift away from the awareness of your emotions, for they will bear fruit whether you are vigilant or not. Better to know yourself and move from a place of honesty, than try and outrun what is inevitable.¡± ¡°Okay, meditation sounds pretty good and I can definitely use the help in the self-control department, but my understanding of meditation was that it is all about getting rid of your emotions?¡± Tilly asked ¡°In truth, there are many techniques that do just that. However, the one I will teach you was given to me by my mother. She came from a long line of servants of the Moon Goddess and they believed that meditation is about taking time to truly experience the full breadth of thought and emotion, integrating them at every level of your soul. If you do this often enough, they will flow through you like a spring instead of damming up due to a series of blockages that will cause you to act in ways you do not control or understand.¡± That one hit a little closer to home than Tilly was comfortable admitting. ¡°The second thing leveling this technique will do is allow you to develop the ability to experience the deeper longings of your soul. All emotion is built on a foundation of desire and it is the strength of your desire that determines how much Will you leverage in any given action. But this benefit of this technique is not available unless you understand yourself and on some level, accept who you are.¡± Tilly winced internally at how much this was beginning to sound like therapy... Even worse, it seemed like this kind of therapy involved him talking to himself... about his emotions. For decades he had survived on his ability to stop thinking and just move, and what Ichiro was suggesting was an anathema to that. ¡°Do the job and get out.¡± He had advised rookie after rookie, teaching them the ways to the Job. Yet here Ichiro was challenging his entire way of facing obstacles. Tilly had always prided himself on his ability to shut out the noise and get shit done¡­ but he could not deny that outside of many of those high-stress environments, he always felt more like a passenger than the driver of his own life. ¡°Is that what Battle Trance is? You, doing all of that thinking and feeling while fighting¡­ or I guess at this point, moving? It sounds disorienting.¡± Ichiro smiled at the question while shaking his head in a slight ¡®no¡¯ motion, ¡°Battle Trance is something else entirely, the skill is locked until you get a meditation and combat skill past a certain level. Then at some point in true combat, you achieve a moment of clarity, and the two skills birth a new one. However, due to the power of my Will and my struggle to stay present, I am slowly adapting it to a kind of constant integrated meditation.¡± As the lapin spoke, his smile slipped momentarily, as if explaining the process of his continued struggle intensified it momentarily. ¡°As great as this all sounds, it feels like something that will take years to truly see results. Are you sure it''s going to make enough of a difference for me in the next 24 days to survive whatever is coming? ¡± ¡°That entirely depends on how much you trust me.¡± The lapin responded, open-faced without a hint of guile or ulterior motive. Tilly thought hard, running through the events of the last couple of weeks in his head as he had shared them with Ichiro. So much of it had felt like he had no choices and just kept getting pulled along, often by his own knee-jerk reactions. If he was being honest with himself, he hardly ever thought about those reactions or what they could be covering... Maybe this wouldn''t make a huge difference in his next fight, but if it could somehow help him get a handle on life here on this plane, it had to be worth it. ¡°Alright, I''m in,¡± Tilly answered, leaning forward with the same roguish grin that had been plastered on his face on the way to many a fire. If he was going to go for this, he would do it all in. ¡°Wonderful!¡± Ichiro exclaimed, clapping his hands together and creating a surprisingly loud sound with the impact. ¡°We will begin by unlocking the meditation skill. Afterward, we will return to the valley, eat, and then I will test your blades. This cycle of meditation, eating, and combat will continue every morning we are able. Then before lunch, you will meditate again, processing your experiences and solidifying them in your soul. It is my goal to set you up to achieve Battle Trance in the coming months, which should help you immensely in resisting Corruption¡¯s growth in the heat of combat. It will also have the added effect of making you far more deadly than your stats suggest.¡± He declared authoritatively before smoothly standing from his seated position, ¡°But first, you must understand the power of a truly hardened Will. You have felt a small amount of what my father can do when he focuses his Will into a palpable killing intent. This is not all Will can do. It can empower almost any action to a degree few know possible.¡± B2 Ch. 10 Heart Power Ichiro left those words hanging in the air as he walked smoothly to a nearby boulder. Tilly leaned forward, unable to keep himself from being drawn in by whatever Ichiro was about to demonstrate. The lapin samurai smoothly drew his sword, his face taking on an almost reverent expression. Tilly realized he had never seen the blade before and noted that where Hiro¡¯s blade was made of an onyx metal, Ichiro¡¯s blade shone with a silvery light, visible even under the bright sun. Ichiro extended his sword arm, and tapped the edge of the blade against the stone, producing a predictable clang. ¡°What you are about to see is not due to a high strength stat, or an empowering Ability. It is the power of my heart alone that I will demonstrate to you. Attend!¡± He shouted, breaking the soft explanatory tone of his speech and drawing back his sword. The motion was slow, almost glacial, and Tilly found his eyes focusing on the blade as the Samurai drew it back. It suddenly felt¡­ weighty. Ichiro drew the blade back until it was pointed completely away from the boulder. He slowly bent both legs crouching slightly as his eyes hardened. Then moving even slower he swung the blade forward from his crouched position. His back foot pivoted and his legs pushed up from the ground perfectly in sync with the diagonal strike. The strike played out slowly, arduously over long moments pregnant with some unknown promise. It almost reminded Tilly of Tai Chi, except for the terrible inevitability beginning to radiate from the strike. Halfway through the swing, something flashed on the edge of the blade, and the deeper places of Tilly¡¯s consciousness were impressed with the concept of sharpness. Amazingly, the swing slowed down even further as the sword gathered more of whatever it was building. Tilly could see veins standing out on Ichiro¡¯s neck as his look of concentration doubled down into the gritted snarl of extreme effort. The moment before the blade touched the boulder, it parted. It was almost like the boulder had lost some unseen contest and gave way before the blade even arrived, consigning its defeat. Ichiro¡¯s swing sped up and he followed through smoothly, before re-sheathing the blade in a flash, his eyes closed and his expression returned to complete serenity. Tilly watched in amazement as a third of the boulder slid off at an angle, crashing to the ground with a rumbling crack. Then, twenty feet away at the treeline beyond the boulder, the sound of snapping limbs popped off like gunshots as several enormous trees toppled, shaking the ground with their impact. Ichiro calmly turned and walked back to his place in front of Tilly settling back down on his knees with the sword resheathed and laid across his knees. Tilly felt almost like he had swallowed a frog. He had seen magic plenty of times at this point, but this was something more¡­ this felt like authority. ¡°Well then, shall we begin?¡± the lapin asked calmly, his eyes still closed. The shock seizing his thoughts finally cleared and Tilly exploded, ¡°HOLY SHIT, ICHIRO!¡± Before clearing his throat in embarrassment at his exclamation, ¡°Ahem¡­ I mean, if I¡¯m being honest, after the ¡®power of my heart¡¯ line I wasn¡¯t so sure about all this, but that was insane!¡± ¡°Mr. Tillman, please¡­¡± Ichiro responded lifting a hand and motioning in the international, ¡®calm down¡¯ motion. ¡°Will, partnered with a deep understanding of a concept can produce incredible power, but none of it is possible without the diligent training of meditation. May we begin?¡± He asked, his voice taking on the icy calm of a teacher wrangling a class of first graders. ¡°Yeah¡­ absolutely, where do we start?¡± Tilly answered pulling his eyes away from the tall angled tree stumps. Ichiro nodded and shifted into a lecturing tone, ¡°When I first started, I sat with my blade drawn for hours moving through the surface of my soul with the intention to navigate deeper by cutting through the barriers separating my actions, will, and emotion. Eventually, I did not need the blade anymore as the concept began to imprint itself on my being. This became my concept, my focus. You must start with a focus, something that you can pour yourself into endlessly that resonates with your whole being.¡± As he delivered the information his speech took on a strange cadence, one frequently interrupted by inhales and exhales that remained consistently rhythmic. Tilly found himself matching the breathing rhythm without consciously choosing to do so as he processed what Ichiro had said. ¡°I guess for me, Inhale, a flame makes the most sense, exhale,¡± Tilly responded, attempting to keep the rhythm even as he spoke. It was awkward, but Ichiro nodded in encouragement at his attempts. ¡°Good, can you call forth a flame in a position that you easily see?¡± Ichiro responded, smoothly fitting in his words between breaths so that his rhythm was hardly interrupted. Tilly thought for a moment¡­ he could enflame anything touching his body, but he didn''t want to look down at his hands for however long this would take. He wondered just what it would take to keep a flame going away from his body. In curiosity, he lifted his hand to his navel, feeling the heat there, and the flame he had started visualizing within his center. He closed his eyes and leaned into the image, doing his best to maintain his breathing. Magical crap was happening all around him, why couldn¡¯t there be an actual flame burning in the midst of his organs? Before he could think about what he was doing, he made a pulling motion with his hand and he felt a piece of the flame come free from his center. He opened his eyes in amazement and found a tiny, pure white flame dancing above his palm. Carefully, as if it would go out at any stray movement. He lifted his hand until it was a foot in front of his chest and then fixed that position in his mind, focusing on that point as the place he wanted the flame to keep burning. Amazingly the flickering flame stayed in place as he slowly removed his hand, not wanting to disturb whatever was happening. Once it was firmly in place, Tilly tore his eyes away from the flame to find the normally placid lapin with his mouth hanging open. As he caught Tilly¡¯s eyes, his features sharpened to an almost vulpine satisfaction. ¡°Will this work as a focus?¡± Tilly asked quietly, not sure what would or wouldn¡¯t break his connection with the little piece of his core fire floating in front of him.Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. ¡°This will more than work! The flame you hold before you is more concept than Mana, and it is already linked to your Will. After hearing more of your class and how you grew, I suspected you had already been harnessing this to some extent, but for you to produce something like this with no meditation skill yet activated¡­ ¡± He trailed off, a smugness suffusing his voice as his chosen path for Tilly was confirmed almost immediately. Those eyes and the expectations they had to represent hit Tilly in the abdomen like a brick. What was he doing that was so special? Could he keep doing it? What if he lost it? The flame snuffed out before their eyes, and he fought back a sudden surge of panic. As the flame snuffed out, a shiver wracked his body, and some sort of feedback hit his center, wracking his body with pain. ¡°Shit, sorry Ichiro!¡± Tilly growled out in frustration, bending over his middle. ¡°Peace Mr. Tillman¡­¡± Ichiro replied, his face schooling itself to its normal calm. He began to inhale and exhale loudly while giving Tilly a meaningful look, and Tilly responded, doing his best to imitate. Pushing back against the pain, he straightened his back and shoulders until he was sitting upright, and rode out the rest of the pain one intentional breath at a time. ¡°This is my fault¡­in my excitement, I departed from the breathing and threw off your inner balance. You are farther along than I could have imagined, and as such it is even more important that you train this aspect of your path of ascension. But without learning to walk, every step at a run is an invitation to calamity.¡± Tilly nodded and did his best to keep up the breathing cadence: deep inhale, hold, full exhale, hold, repeat. ¡°In time, we will bring back the flame, but for now, I want you to close your eyes and visualize it in the same place it was.¡± Ichiro invited softly, keeping the rhythm of his words between his breaths. Tilly closed his eyes obediently, trying to relax into the motions of his body pulling in and pushing out the environment around him. ¡°Good, now I want you to understand, that everything that you are, your mind, desire, and emotions can be fuel for your Will. So with each exhale, I want you to picture your flame gradually growing stronger. Thoughts and feelings will come, let them. Experience them, accept them, and in so doing, add them to the flame, where they will not be destroyed, but integrated with your whole self. Breath in¡­ hold¡­ exhale, and feed the flame.¡± As he spoke, Tilly let himself be carried along with the droning monotone of the lapin¡¯s voice, picturing the flame exactly as it had been. He took time to think about what Ichiro had said and connected his exhales with the oxygen any fire needed to continue combustion. He treated every exhale like he was blowing on embers at the bottom of a pile of leaves until a new flame sprang up to consume the dry material. As he watched his breaths slowly impact his visualized flame, he realized that each dead leaf was energy trapped in a prison of expended purpose. Then the flame would come, releasing the dead matter from its locked form and giving it new life as light and heat. With every inhale, the flame would flicker as if disturbed by the passage of air, but as he exhaled, the fire would grow slightly more intense taking in the conceptual fuel and becoming hotter and more intense. The noise of the forest faded away, as his whole sensory world became the sound of Ichiro and his breathing. The small flame slowly grew larger, every cycle of breathing feeding it as he slowly unlocked the doors of his heart. As the process grew easier, Tilly became aware of the tightness in his chest once again. This time, instead of trying to ignore it, he breathed through it, like you would a cramp in a run. He strained the auxiliary breathing muscles between his ribs against the tightness as it attempted once again to constrict his desire to succeed with the fear of failure. This internal tension imparted a feeling of claustrophobia, which in turn called to mind his inability to escape his present circumstances. The hopeful faces of everyone in the refugee camp came back to him, crowding in on the darkness of his contemplation. His breathing hitched and the flame flickered, suddenly unstable. He forced himself to stay in rhythm with Ichiro and instead of moving away from the feeling he dived deeper into it. Following the flow of his emotions, allowing them to intensify with every breath. ''So many people were depending on him. but he was just a grunt who broke everything he touched... What if he failed all over again?'' The thoughts rolled through him, accompanied by increasingly strong emotions. Dread and even animal-like panic came to the surface as he searched out his feelings on the new role he held amongst the people of the Alliance. His side squirmed in delight at the delicious brew now steeping in his mind. His chest tightened further, and it felt like he was breathing through a straw as he fought against the need to increase the pace of his breathing. In the past, seeing something like this hidden in his psyche would have caused him to slam the door on this trail of emotions and seal it with as much apathy as possible. This was the kind of stuff that caused you to hesitate¡­ to doubt. Something that he could not afford to do in the kinds of situations he had faced on a daily basis. ''He never froze in a burning building... But he was completely stuck now. Trapped in a cycle of his own making, the emotions he had finally let free were wrapping him in knots of panic and doubt. He wanted to stop, he needed to get more air than these slow breaths would allow. Yet the sound of Ichiros''s breath echoing his own. It imparted a feeling of vastness to the darkness behind his closed eyes. The space his flame floated in seemed incomprehensibly large, and yet at the same time intimate. The darkness covered him, hiding him and acting like a balm against his panic. He wasn¡¯t ok¡­ But he was safe. It was time to stop running from this part of himself. He opened himself further to the feelings that had lurked in the deep places of his mind for decades. They rushed into him, choking his internal environment. The dread of failing others who depended on him. His failure pushing the people around him away. The panic of being someone''s last chance. The expectation of the crowd once again surrounded him, watching him with misplaced hope, asking him to do something that he couldn''t... He scrutinized those faces, looking until they shifted from vague, conceptual entities, to real people. They were the children from Amelia¡¯s shop, the old couple that had slipped him an apple. One by one the faces became real, and that changed something¡­ It changed everything. The thought of failing them still filled him with panic, but to give up on them before trying was far more terrifying. The flickering flame steadied, tripling in size on his next exhale as he let go of outcomes and leaned into what he was. Their hopes and expectations no longer threatened to crush him¡­ they became his strength. He was their Champion. Truth crashed into him as some deep part of him identified with the role that he had thought an arbitrary title by the System. He had always wanted to be a hero, it was what had compelled him to join the Fire Department out of high school. They were the only figures he could think of that had existed on the edges of his shattered life as beacons of consistent good. But somewhere along the way, he had lost that. The toll of the job, shift after exhausting shift as life shoveled more and more shit onto him... It was a horrible responsibility to hold someone''s life in your hands, and under that weight, his cracked foundations had slowly crumbled until he had become a bitter shadow of himself. But Tilly was beginning to believe again, not just in himself, but the one who had chosen him¡­ The flame was roaring now, not consuming, but integrating his whole being into a state of purpose-filled oneness. ¡°Jonathan.¡± A steady strained voice interrupted. Tilly¡¯s eyes flickered open, and the flame winked out of existence. He looked around in sudden confusion to find the sun setting and Ichiro now sitting ten feet away, with sweat dripping down his face. This did nothing to dampen the fierce smile playing out over his features. A ring of scorched earth surrounded him and Tilly¡¯s eyes jumped to his notification log which was blinking with a new alert. B2 Ch. 11 Montage With a mental command, the most recent entry into his notification log burst into being,
Congratulations! You have learned a new skill, Meditation. Your Meditation level has increased. Adjusting for previous experience¡­ Meditation level 1. Meditation level 2¡­ Meditation level 7
Tilly stared at the notification screen dumbly for a moment, trying to comprehend what he was reading¡­. Why would the System have to adjust for previous experience? When had he ever practiced meditation? Unbidden, memories started to rise to the surface of his consciousness. Countless collective hours of exertion surrounded by smoke and flame. Early in their careers, firefighters become very disciplined in their breathing while using air from their packs, conservation being key. Inhale pause exhale, had been the formula that had seen him through more than one near miss on a low-air emergency for a fellow firefighter. He had always loved the breathing discipline, the strange peace he only seemed to be able to find when enmeshed in his gear, breathing through his facepiece and trusting it to protect him in hostile environments. In those moments, overcoming the dangers he had grown to love, he felt¡­ Whole. ''Huh.'' The Lapin stood across from him, wiping sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his robe. ¡°Ichiro, what just happened?¡± ¡°You began to embody your concept, no actual flame manifested this time, but the deeper you went, the more heat you put off. I can not imagine what a Battle Trance with such a concept will be able to do. But perhaps in the short term, you should meditate away from buildings and people.¡± The Lapin answered, smiling wryly. ¡°Haha,¡± Tilly mocked in turn, sure Ichiro was exaggerating. Then as he followed the lapin to his feet, he found the bottom of his pant legs covered with fresh black soot stains. As he wiped at them in vain, they slowly faded away due to his magical leathers. Below his moccasins was a charred imprint of his sitting position. Tilly looked up with a wince, ¡°Alright, I see your point. Where should I go to meditate if not my room?¡± He asked, ¡°Come, it''s getting late. I will show you.¡± Ichiro answered looking up at the evening sky before turning to consider the temple and frowning. Tilly followed his gaze and thought he saw one of the new doors moving out of the corner of his eye, but as he watched, nothing changed. The front of the temple remained still, in its primitive but restored state. ¡°Sounds good, let''s get going¡­¡± Tilly said distractedly as he pulled his eyes back from the temple entrance. ¡°Are we still going to spar tonight?¡± Ichiro¡¯s slight frown disappeared at Tilly¡¯s question, replaced by an eager grin. ¡°Jonathan Tillman, with the current blessing on our skill advancements, we will spar as often as possible.¡± He answered, tucking away his sword into the sash around his waist and continuing, ¡°First, we will test the full limit of your Endurance and then see where you stand with your martial Skills. We will start with weapons only, then integrate the rest of your Skills and Abilities.¡± That said, he turned and started jogging down the mountain. He seemed to be moving at an easy pace, but as he rapidly disappeared from view, Tilly realized his speed would have been an Olympic sprint back on Earth. Tilly scrambled after, surprised to find the pace only mildly challenging. In fact, with his Dexterity he wasn¡¯t even encumbered by the changes in terrain and footing that accompanied the forest trail back down the mountain. He was so focused on enjoying his new ability, that he didn¡¯t notice the small pulse of dissatisfaction from within his fantasy fanny pack as the heat fully dissipated from Tilly¡¯s body. The consciousness faded back to sleep, with only a minute crack in the gem-like surface to mark the change. ¡­ Ichiro led them down to the base of the mountain, passing by several groups of people making their way up to the temple. They didn''t stop to engage, just danced around the groups moving almost as easily off the path as they did on. They didn¡¯t slow until they broke through the tree line and caught a fresh look at the camp. If Tilly thought it was busy before, he was floored by the amount of industry displayed by the inhabitants this late into the day. Several more of the huge log buildings had been erected in the center of camp slowly replacing the tents. The road leading over to the river and the fields on the other side was just as choked with workers as it had been this morning, and Tilly even spotted a large bridge now spanning the stretch of water. The structure sparkled in the evening light as light refracted off and through it.This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. ¡°Is that ice?¡± Tilly exclaimed coming to a halt. Ichiro turned and considered the direction that Tilly was staring, ¡°I am not sure, but whoever made it, did so alone.¡± He said squinting towards the simple, but enchanting structure. Turning back to Tilly, he shrugged, ¡°I did not know the honu could affect the temperature of their waters¡­ Most likely this is one of many surprises we will find after the distribution of the Quest Rewards.¡± ¡°Awesome¡­¡± Tilly breathed, happy to see such gains for people who had lost so much. ¡°Come, we will move through camp and around what was the village. I believe they were setting up the training yards on the other side of the valley when I left this morning.¡± He said, gesturing with a come-along motion and then taking off, at an even faster pace. The crowds they passed became a blur as Tilly moved at what must be the edge of his body''s new capability. Ichiro loped ahead of him showing no strain at the increase, but Tilly started to feel his lungs burn. Unhelpfully his mind pointed out that this must be one of the consequences of such a low Strength stat. He would be able to keep up something moderate all day, but he quickly found his limits when pushing his boundaries. They sprinted through and around clumps of people, jumping over low tents as often as dodging. Before he knew it, they were at the entrance to the Lapin village, which was now only marked by two large ditches reaching out in either direction to enclose the buildings within. To Tilly''s chagrin, the lapin increased his pace again and started to pull away, turning right along the edge of the ditch. Tilly poured on everything he had as the burning in his lungs spread to his arms and legs as he kept pumping. They circled the perimeter in less than 100 seconds and Tilly rounded the final bend almost running into a stopped Ichiro. The lapin was standing calmly, drinking water from a trough set up against the perimeter line of the old village. It was one of many and served as the main water source for the thousands of people practicing rudimentary formations and drills. The land on this side of the village was especially flat and the recruits drilling there had already trampled it to dust forming a dirt square that could have covered several city blocks. ¡°-Woah¡­¡± Tilly said gasping for breath. ¡°Yes,¡± Ichiro replied looking over the assembly proudly. ¡°Many started training days ago, anticipating access to a class change. This is a huge opportunity for those who would have otherwise been forced into specific classes by means and resource.¡± Recruits had been divided up into twelve large groups and were being drilled by some of the Alliance''s few experienced soldiers. The nearest group of over two hundred was being harangued very loudly by a striking satyr woman in a form-fitting patchwork of leathers and armor. Flame¡¯s Watch Captain Level 38 ¡°You bunch of polished Aroch turds! I said LEFT! Form up and try again.¡± She shouted, after a particularly dismal attempted maneuver. In exasperation, she turned away from her charges and her eyes caught Ichiro and Tilly standing nearby. Something mischievous flashed in her eyes as she registered their presence, and she turned back toward her group and shouted, ¡°At Ease! Get some water. We will not sleep or eat until we can move as a unit. I told them I could get you all the Unit Movement Skill, and by the gods, I will do it!¡± Then she turned back to Tilly and Ichiro and jogged over. The loose formation behind her practically collapsed before moving as one towards the troughs. ¡°Greetings Captain Achillia!¡± Ichiro called as she approached. Her considering look burst into a smile at his acknowledgment and numerous gold teeth gleamed like beacons beside their natural counterparts. ¡°Well, Lord Ichiro! I¡¯ll be damned to the Pits if you aren¡¯t the first to recognize me right off!¡± She exclaimed. ¡°I must admit, it was the colorful language and your blade that gave it away,¡± Ichiro spoke smiling in satisfaction while simultaneously eyeing the invisible pattern unfolding all around her. She turned her intriguing smile on Tilly, and he had to admit, that despite the patchwork gear, and intermittent gold teeth, she was stunning. The only things that marked her as a satyr were hooved legs starting at the knees and thick curled horns turning back from her forehead, framing dark ringlets of hair. ¡°Rumor is, you caused all this.¡± She said gesturing vaguely along her body, smirking as he followed her gesture. ¡°Um, have we met?¡± Tilly asked hesitantly, feeling like he was missing something. ¡°Yeah! Back when I was an old Hag, you dolt!¡± She guffawed. That was enough to strike his memory, and a vague image of a female guard captain missing teeth came back to him. ¡°The quest reward made it down here?¡± Tilly asked astounded. ¡°Made it? God¡¯s damned wall of fire rolled down off the mountain like it was the End itself! Thought it was some old monster until we was hit and the notification popped up.¡± ¡°Fascinating¡­¡± Ichiro muttered, looking well past the Watch Captain to the group drinking from the other troughs, many of whom displayed the newly bestowed Flame''s Watch signifier above their heads. ¡°Any of us who stood against the Snakes and the rest got a class change. As for me, ¡®cause I made sure my whole town made it through that shit show of an invasion, the system said I had a ''Legendary contribution.'' Said I had earned me a ¡®Temporal Renewal¡¯¡± She said, emphasizing the syllables of each of the phrases, ¡°All that means is I got everything tightened back up to how it used to be, except the teeth of course¡­¡± she said, trailing off as she sucked at her gold teeth loudly. ¡°Excuse me, Captain,¡± Ichiro broke in, ¡°Would you speak to the others about reserving this corner for us in the mornings?¡± He asked, gesturing to the now open expanse of parade ground nearest to the group. ¡°Yes Sir,¡± She said sketching out a salute before turning to cast a baleful eye over her group. ¡°Almost everyone here was with me on the line. Most got the new class, the rest will head up in the morning, we was told the farmers get first priority¡­¡± ¡°Well it looks like you have this well in hand, do you mind if we use the space?¡± Ichiro asked politely. ¡°Fine by me, as long as you don''t mind us watching. They aren¡¯t gonna be worth two shits as soon as they realize who you are anyway. Might as well use it.¡± ¡°What do you mean, ¡®use it¡¯?¡± Tilly asked. But she was already gone turning towards the other troughs and bellowing in that impressively loud voice. ¡°Alright, you stumble-footed idiots. Eyes up! Time to see what a couple of our elites can do! This here is the Human who is responsible for getting you your fancy new classes and with him is Lord Hiro¡¯s son, who by all accounts might be the best swordsman in this Alliance of ours!¡± She announced, gesturing grandly at the now-empty section of the field. B2 Ch. 12 Thats not Sparring Tilly tripped over his own feet as he followed Ichiro out to the middle of the section of the parade ground. He couldn''t help but look back at the group excitedly talking amongst themselves as the Captain stood off to the side smiling. ¡°Are you ready?¡± Ichiro said, turning to face Tilly while resting an easy hand on the hilt of his sword. Tilly¡¯s eyes were drawn to the casual gesture like a magnet, ¡°Um, don¡¯t we need practice weapons or something?¡± ¡°No,¡± Ichiro responded simply, his expression open and honest as he rocked back on his heels in anticipation of the spar. ¡°Simply do your best to attack me. I believe I am more than skilled enough to handle anything you are currently capable of without your Abilities.¡± He said slowly, searching the human¡¯s face for the reason behind his hesitation. Tilly sighed and slowly pulled his hatchets out of their loops. Of course, these guys wouldn''t use practice weapons. It''s not like this is a HEMA convention. ¡°I guess live weapons make the most sense,¡± He grumbled to himself, stalking forward at a crouched walk trying not to let the natural fear of being stabbed show in his movements. Tilly had faced death and injury plenty of times. But charging in adrenalin pumping was one thing. Choosing to get stabbed for¡­ practice was something entirely different. He felt like a rookie all over again, nervously shifting his grip on his hatchets as he rushed forward, wanting to get the first exchange over with. Ichiro¡¯s face brightened once he saw Tilly move forward, but otherwise, his stance stayed completely relaxed. With a wince of anticipation, Tilly lunged forward swinging his hatchets from both directions in his signature close combat opener. He still felt like an imposter when it came to using the weapons, but he had developed a few internal rules over the last couple of weeks when it came to his weapons. Rule number one, if you have two weapons, try to swing them from two different directions. Ichiro stepped smoothly to the side and pulled his sword and scabbard out from his sash in one easy motion, knocking away the hatchet in Tilly¡¯s right hand and moving out of range of the other swing. Everything about his expression and seemingly effortless movement convinced Tilly that at least one of them knew what they were doing. Ichiro''s confidence loosened up Tilly¡¯s movements and he spun with the parry hoping to bring the struck hatchet back around toward Ichiro. But his plan was completely interrupted by an explosive blow across his back. The air burst from his lungs as he face-planted into the churned dirt. ¡°Shit, Ichiro! *Cough* Little harsh-¡± Tilly growled, pushing up from the ground, but he froze in his movement when Ichiro¡¯s blade whispered free and slid into the ground next to him, nicking the side of his neck. ¡°Very sorry, Jonathan Tillman, but your skills will only improve if you face bodily harm. I am afraid that each day, we will spar until you''re too injured to continue, and then break to allow you to regenerate.¡± He said, pulling the sword away slowly, finally having realized the reason for Tilly''s hesitance. He simply didn''t know what was required to raise a combat skill. Tilly could hear some of the men to the side sniggering, and he forced himself to drop into his meditative breathing as his blood began to boil at once again being caught off guard by the rules of this place. It would have been fucking nice to know he was signing up for a beatdown every day. But whatever¡­ better to learn lessons here where he would only be injured than out there where he would be killed for his ignorance. He groaned as he pushed back up to his feet and turned to face Ichiro who had once again sheathed his sword. ¡°OK. Does this sort of Skill leveling involve any pointers?¡± Tilly asked in a growl, touching his neck and looking at the blood that stained his hand. He was keeping his cool, and the slightly embarrassed look on Ichiro¡¯s face mollified him somewhat. ¡°Yes, but not tonight. Simply do everything you can to hit me, and you may use your weapons and Abilities to their full extent.¡± Ichiro replied, gesturing for them to continue. Tilly took a few rapid breaths, the anticipation of very real pain and injury spiking his chemical balance. He had thought he was pretty acclimated to how things were going to be here on Nephesh. But the juxtaposition of acceptable risk here versus back home was staggering. He had done endless live fire training evolutions where safety was king. Training in this world was more of a ¡®learn by doing¡¯ approach with only a modicum thought for safety. Then again, with most injuries able to heal up in an hour or two, it made sense in an unfortunate way. Well, time to nut up or shut up. If he was going to get his ass beaten, he might as well give it his all. His grip tightened on both the handles of his weapons before he whipped both hatchets at Ichiro as hard as he could, the close quarters only allowing them a single revolution before they each clanged against Ichiro¡¯s reflexively loosed sword. Tilly spun with the revolution of his second throw and called back the hatchets almost as soon as he heard the clanging parries. At this point, his axe-throwing skill was sufficient to allow him to immediately release again as he came around, no longer needing to consciously aim. Ichiro had not seen him do anything like this before and was kept momentarily busy deflecting the surprising follow-up throws. Hoping for this, Tilly was already diving forward after his fourth consecutive release, trying to squeeze his surprise opener for all it was worth. Ichiro¡¯s movements stayed smooth throughout, and his blade seemed to be in two places at once as he deflected both follow-up throws and brought his blade forward to ward off the charge. But it was just a fraction too slow as Tilly crashed into him. The blade bit into his shoulder, but through the pain, Tilly was already punching his right hand with his recalled hatchet into Ichiro¡¯s ribs.Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! The lapin folded over the thrust, dropping his elbow down on the blade and knocking it out of Tilly''s hand. Then the world rotated on its axis and Tilly was flying through the air, blood spraying from his shoulder. Ichiro had rolled back with the tackle lifting his leg simultaneously to kick Tilly''s chest in. He crashed to the ground and rolled over a few times, having lost his weapons in the maneuver. ¡°Uuugghhh,¡± Tilly moaned in pain, attempting to get back to his feet, while guarding both his chest and his actively bleeding shoulder. ¡°Very Good!¡± Ichiro exclaimed happily while wiping his blade clean of Tilly¡¯s blood and sheathing it. Even with his eyes hooded against the pain, Tilly spotted a small cut on the lapin¡¯s right elbow where he had knocked aside Tilly¡¯s weapon. A fierce smile slashed through the pain on Tilly¡¯s face. ¡°I aim to plea-Ugh!¡± Tilly winced, as he felt a vice squeeze down on his chest. ¡°Savage, with an uncanny feel for timing. With such little finesse and almost zero knowledge of the use of your weapons, you still managed to find some impressively effective combinations! You seem to favor throttling the initiative, forcing the conflict to go at your pace... This is good. It is no fluke that you have survived to this point.¡± Ichiro responded, ticking off the points on his lightly furred fingers as he considered Tilly''s downed form with a look of appreciation on his face. ¡°Looks like our Human knows how to take a lick or two boys!¡± Captain Achillia shouted goodnaturedly from the troughs. ¡°Careful Captain,¡± A new voice called from the other side of the section of the parade ground. ¡°I have seen him deliver a ''lick or two'' of his own. Most of us would probably fare the same against the Lord Ichiro here...¡± Tilly looked over to find Threstus approaching. His gait and posture remained unchanged, oozing feline grace and menace. His class however showed a surprising new feature Level 48 Three-Fold Bastion Commander. ¡°Oh, I was only joking Commander and you know it! I just want this lot to see that no matter how good you are, leveling Skills involves a beating or two!¡± The captain shouted back in mock outrage. Threstus nodded back at the reply and then waved the men at the troughs off, command evident in the gesture. Captian Achillia moved seamlessly with the implied command, ¡°Alright, Scum Sacks! Back on the field and in formation! You will never learn to fight if you can¡¯t even walk right!¡± She shouted, easily transitioning from spectator to officer. While she gathered up her group, Threstus finished approaching the pair, ¡°Just received word through Shuji from Lord Hiro. They have done a circuit and most of our boundary remains unchanged, except a new mouth at the other end of this valley where the river lets out.¡± He said, gesturing along the path of the river to the new break in the surrounding mountains. ¡°What does that change?¡± Tilly grunted through bruised ribs. ¡°They have spotted some combatants milling in the open landscape beyond the border of our protections. Currently, they seem to be moving very slowly toward our boundary to investigate. Hiro is going to leave the Boon area for as short a time as possible to collect intel on the probable enemy. In anticipation of his findings, we are directing 50% of our building efforts to the gap, it must be defensible as soon as possible.¡± He recited as if listing off what they were going to eat for dinner. ¡°Woah, I knew it would be happening fast, but a possible war so soon? This place is nuts.¡± Tilly sighed. ¡°Such is Nephesh. Stagnancy is death, and the system regulates the balance to make sure everything is always in flux. The whole Plane has evolved Epoch after Epoch, moving toward something. What that thing is¡­ not even the scholars know.¡± Ichiro added gravely, eyeing Tilly with consideration. ¡°Nonetheless, your mornings will remain unchanged, Tillman, although you will be sparring with others in addition to Ichiro as soon as we can get the Priestess down from the mountain. Perhaps in a few days. Not everyone can be as gentle as the young Lord and you will need her healing as sparring progresses¡­ as will others in this ragtag bunch soon.¡± Threstus said, eyeing Tilly¡¯s injuries critically, the barest hint of a smile playing around his eyes. ¡°Oh Fuck off!¡± Tilly growled swiping at the Commander with one of his hatchets. Threstus didn''t move as the blade cut the air half an inch in front of his face, only allowing his smile to burst forth unrestrained. ¡°Remember your spirit later this week, when I show you what true dual-wielding looks like.¡± He winked before turning and jogging off to catch another group commander and update them. ¡°He''s the new Bastion Commander huh? And I see the Bastions didn''t change much after the quest reward.¡± Tilly said, turning back to Ichiro, who was watching the new opening to the valley thoughtfully. ¡°When Linus appointed him earlier this week, they almost came to blows¡­ But it seems he is settling into the role. The Bastions will be essential as our flagship elite class. I am sure there are some significant internal changes, but it is good for our people that they will be able to keep the name.¡± He replied without turning his gaze away from the gap, his eyes roving all over the area tracing patterns no one else could see. While the lapin was still thinking, Tilly considered his Health and mana: Health: 76% Mana: 88% ¡°Ichiro, I have more in the tank if you are ready to keep going.¡± He ground out reluctantly, the bleeding from his shoulder already slowing. "Yes, I have a good feel for your initial style and I imagine not much changes when you include your powers. Range as you close distance and then inflict as much damage as you can while attempting to soak up any return damage¡­¡± He spoke, only giving Tilly half his attention. ¡°Uh¡­ yeah. That sounds like what I have been doing so far.¡± Tilly answered, his face screwed up at the brief description of all his ¡®tricks¡¯. At his tone, the lapin finally looked away from where his father had set off, offering a conciliatory smile at Tilly, ¡°Do not worry. Effective and complicated are rarely synonymous. We will begin again tomorrow, and I will help you refine what you have already begun to develop. Variation can come after you master your typical combinations. You are not a duelist, facing countless skilled opponents one on one. We will focus on keeping you alive, and then build out your combat role from there.¡± Ichiro eyed the sky, now colored in rich shades of pink and purple, while the surrounding mountains cast long dark shadows on the valley and its inhabitants. ¡°Come, we will meditate, then eat and you will rest again, even if you are not tired. Shuji has cited important studies time after time to me that even though we can endure tiredness and hunger much better with increased stats, there are still consequences. Returns begin to diminish past a certain point, especially when we are cultivating something like Will. Today has offered us more than enough to consider. The longer you live here the more you will come to find that most combat is much more than numbers. You will meet some combatants that have barely mastered their Abilities, while others squeeze out every bit of potential from their builds. For warriors like them, levels can be extremely deceptive.¡± He said looking back from the darkening sky and into Tilly¡¯s eyes, the sudden ferocity of his stare slightly off-putting. ¡°You will be one such warrior before we are through, Jonathan Tillman, mark my words.¡± B2 Ch. 13 Padawan Tilly finished out that evening''s training by meditating... well, he tried to meditate. As he tried to find that same state of calm he had up on the mountain, he discovered that meditation on the edge of a parade ground hosting thousands of drilling recruits wasn¡¯t nearly as productive as his first attempt had been. He spent most of the time trying to maintain his breathing while chewing through the Alliance''s chances as a new Faction versus whatever the System was about to throw at them. Ichiro eventually called it a night once he noticed Tilly¡¯s face devolving from focused to disgruntled. He reached out to help Tilly up off the ground as Tilly tried not to scowl over at the noisy training that looked like it would continue well into the night. "Meditating in such environments will assist you in gaining the Battle Trance skill despite the short-term challenge they prove to be," Ichiro added, patting Tilly on the shoulder as he tried to shake off his dismal performance. "After earlier, I thought I could dive right back into it..." Tilly replied sheepishly. ¡°I highly doubt you will ever be a man who finds much comfort in silence¡­ So instead of training in seclusion, we will lean into your nature as a strength. Do not fight against your environment. Instead, let it wash through you, and as it passes, only quiet will remain.¡± Meditation out of the way, they had grabbed dinner and Tilly found his small shack newly sandwiched between two large timber walls. They now supported structures that dwarfed his room, yet no one had touched the spot that the lapins had reserved for him. With a rueful shake of his head, Tilly entered his new home and collapsed in bed, barely remembering to shut the door behind him. He had pushed himself through another day of radical changes, demanding that his battered psyche adapt once again as the stakes around him were raised to new heights. Lying there fully clothed, he desperately reached for unconsciousness, but some part of him stubbornly lingered in that place between waking and dreaming for a few more rebellious moments. He was changing, transforming into something totally different from what he had been, and too much of that change was happening beyond the boundaries of his comprehension. He floated in that in-between, where time spirals and space returns to its beginning. As he transitioned out of wakefulness, his whole consciousness joined together, allowing belief and identity to supersede flesh and blood for a moment. A faint musical note echoed through the space, ringing over him, marking his progress and sealing it over him. As his deeper consciousness rose to the surface, it attempted to follow the note to its source and saw a riot of color continuously bursting forth into wild patterns, reaching out to and through all things. Yet this song did not expand endlessly, it was surrounded by a crashing, hungry silence. Tilly''s deepest self watched as the screeching of a broken record twisted at the edges of the song, attempting to unravel it from the outside in just as it consumed him from the inside out. ¡­ 8 hours later. Tilly awoke to the industrious sounds of sawing and hammering just outside his thin walls. He rolled over, swallowing through the dryness in his mouth, and grinned as he found water and a simple meal of rice and eggs on a tray next to his bed. He chowed down and guzzled the water, before slipping out into the early morning to find that he was once again far from the first one up in the city. Everywhere he looked he saw people hurrying, but not in the same way he had seen in the capital during its final hours. The people he saw moving through the slowly filling streets, walked with purpose. Their slack looks of hopelessness had been replaced by determination and in some cases Tilly even saw eagerness to attack the day''s work. Carpenters were shouting at Masons to hurry and lay stone for foundations, while behind them fishermen hauled in early morning catches in heavily laden baskets. It was clear that the entirety of the Three-Fold Alliance knew about the Boons and was intent on getting as much out of them as possible. He hopped into the stream of people and headed through the burgeoning city to the parade grounds. His pace increased to a jog almost subconsciously as the energy of the surrounding populace lightened his steps. Minutes later he arrived at the agreed corner of the parade ground to find Ichiro already kneeling in meditation. Tilly¡¯s face unknowingly turned down in a frown as he hurried over to take a position opposite the lapin in the dawning light of the day. Ichiro¡¯s breathing remained unchanged, but a small smile tweaked the corners of his mouth as Tilly studiously got into the breathing pattern and began to focus intently on his visualized flame. Soldiers trickled onto the field around them, clanking along in unfamiliar gear. They cursed their own clumsiness and teased each other in turn, preparing for another intense day of training. Tilly breathed in their presence and breathed it out again. Taking Ichiro¡¯s words to heart, he tried letting all the sensory input he was receiving move through him instead of trying to wall it out. Commanders began bellowing out orders and harassing any stragglers. Formations were established, and drills began. Nearby someone tripped and the sound of a dusty thunk reached Tilly. His right leg began to cramp and the annoying muscular pinch demanded his attention for a long few minutes. All these things and more flooded Tilly¡¯s senses, and he did his best to take them in and let them go again, trying to find that deeper place he had touched in front of the temple. But his flickering flame had only grown a small amount by the time Ichiro broke their meditation, ¡°That is enough for now, Jonathan Tillman, I can tell you are improving tremendously.¡± ¡°Yeah, not sure about that.¡± Tilly snarked as he got to his feet and shook out his sleeping lower extremities. ¡°What was found, can be found again. Do not be disappointed that all of your progress is not blindingly fast.¡± The lapin admonished, his stern expression looking out of place on his relatively young face. Or maybe he just looked young when Tilly compared him to his father, who seemed to be made out of granite marked by the long lines of the burden of leadership. The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. The younger lapin''s stern look, however, remained until Tilly relented, ¡°Oh, Alright! I just hate the thought that I¡¯m doing less than I could be.¡± Tilly sighed, rolling his shoulders, and loosening his back. The lapin nodded in solemn understanding before stepping back a few feet and clearing his throat, ¡°Now as your skill advances, your footing, hand placement, and form will all improve incrementally. Our best understanding of skill leveling is that as you take steps toward improving your natural capability in an area, the System supplements that improvement. So, for every level you advance a skill, you must take a significant step forward on your own, and the system adds to that improvement with a portion of its vast store of experiential knowledge. Knowledge gathered throughout the many Epochs this Land has seen.¡± Ichiro lectured, clearly reciting much of this by rote, and if Tilly didn¡¯t miss his guess, he knew exactly who Ichiro¡¯s tutor had been. Tilly broke into the lecture with what he hoped was a clarifying question, ¡°But that is not the whole story with Martial skills. The System will not ¡®supplement¡¯ improvements there without you facing serious risk¡­Why is that?¡± ¡°Excellent question! It is actually for our benefit.¡± Ichiro answered excitedly, choosing not to pick up on the slight whine that may or may not have entered Tilly''s voice at the tail end of the question. ¡°Can you imagine what the truly powerful would be able to do if they could advance such skills in the safety of their strongholds? Power would be perpetuated endlessly without challenge or change.¡° He continued passionately, ¡°No, even the inheritors and great powers of this world must put themselves at risk to advance. In fact, the kind of training we are doing here would not typically be enough to significantly grow your skills, due to your knowledge of the non-lethality of our encounters. But with the boon in place, this loss is balanced out. Giving us the luxury of advancing our capability as combatants without risking our lives.¡± At this point, Ichiro¡¯s expression was so enthusiastic that Tilly almost felt bad about the dread that was once again building internally at the thought of being cut and stabbed for a couple of hours. ¡°The only thing that will not improve with this training is your sense of what will be effective against different enemies. In this, you already have good instincts, but we will sharpen you as much as possible over the next weeks until you are operating at the full potential of your build.¡± He concluded, his gaze growing more serious as his hand moved to rest ominously on his sword. ¡°Now, I want you to try the same opening strike you used against me initially yesterday. I will respond by countering exactly how I did last time¡­ anticipate my movements and see if you can¡¯t produce a different result.¡± ¡­ The rest of the morning was a slog of painful repetition, as Tilly grew familiar with just how fast and capable Ichiro was with his sword, drawn or sheathed. They moved through the same close combat opener and his method for closing the gap on any enemy who had a counter for his ranged throws. Ichiro struck Tilly with numerous painful but superficial cuts, stabbed him a few times, and even broke Tilly¡¯s hip. Every injury was a shock to Tilly¡¯s system and kept him on a razor edge every time he reset to face the calm swordsman. Every couple of exchanges, Ichiro would send Tilly to rest for ten to twenty minutes or until he was capable of full range of motion. Even with Ichiro''s occasional slips into distracted, far-off staring, it was still a brutal lesson in combat. The lapin¡¯s inborn battle reflexes were more than enough to match Tilly even when he was disadvantaged by his condition. In one of these exchanges, when Ichiro¡¯s face suddenly went slack, Tilly swore Ichiro''s sword jerked the lapin''s arm into a fanning block that intercepted both of his strikes without its wielder even realizing what had happened. By the end of the session, Tilly found himself unable to repeat his feat of surprise from yesterday. Hundreds of blows taken and not a single one given in return... It was grueling, both mentally and physically. It reminded Tilly of some of the hardest gear workouts he had ever done; 75lbs of wet protective equipment doing its best to drag him into the ground as he carried dummies, climbed stairs and advanced a charged hose. That level of physicality, but with the abrasive mental element of facing constant injury from a violent opponent. Tilly¡¯s fight-or-flight instinct took a beating along with his body suffering from decades of peacetime living. Even his close familiarity with the pressures of a life-and-death profession fell far short of what he needed to develop to survive in this world of subsonic sword strikes and fists that could break through stone walls. When Ichiro called an end to the spar, Tilly was unconsciously flinching away any time Ichiro brought his sword around to bear, his battered subconscious barely coping with the trauma. With the sun sitting high in the sky, Ichiro considered his student''s state carefully, measuring opportunities for further progress against risk, ¡°That is enough for today. I believe continuing will do more harm than good.¡± He finally said, sheathing his sword, and bowing to Tilly, ¡°You have shown incredible resilience for one new to this world, I am honored by your courage.¡± He declared coming up from his bow with something more solemn replacing his typical serene expression. ¡°Thanks¡­ That means a lot, actually.¡± Tilly replied attempting to slide his hatchets into their loop several times before actually getting them in. ¡°Make sure to drink some water before you start meditating. I want you to take time to feel your way around the mental and emotional obstacles you are facing,¡± he said, his eyes softening, even as his tone remained heavy. Tilly nodded along absently, moving slowly towards the water troughs as a limp in his right leg slowly resolved itself, the pain fading but its memory still affecting his movements mentally. He absently cupped the water in his hands and splashed it over his face and sweat-soaked hair. As his mental fog began to clear he opened his blinking notification log to a sea of detailed injury logs. Wincing, he mentally invoked the damage notification filter once again, leaving only the numeric evidence of his progress.
Beginner Hatchet Level 12 > Level 14 Dual-Wielding (Hatchets) Level 8 > Level 11 Axe Throwing Level 15 > Level 16
A thrum of satisfaction reverberated through the numbness that accompanied continuous trauma. The whispers telling him to give up, to ask for a break, or even to run away were ruthlessly smothered by the proof of some sort of improvement. If he could show similar gains over the next weeks of training, he would more than double his current martial skill levels. It wasn¡¯t just his skill levels going up, he felt himself gaining a better understanding of the flow of combat itself. Sure, he hadn¡¯t been able to come up with meaningful counters to the lapin¡¯s speed or skill, but over the course of the morning, he had slowly developed a certain feel for where to attack. Instead of mindlessly following his skills'' guidance, he found himself actively looking for the most effective places to push and mentally noting where it would be pointless to attempt a strike. As those three notifications glowed in front of him, he squeezed every bit of hope and encouragement he could from them. He would do this again tomorrow... and the day after¡­ However many days it took, he would do what he had to. They all had to become stronger if they wanted to survive... He had to survive and he had to get the Corrupted Seed out of him, Whatever it took. B2 Ch. 14 To Fight Death. Set ablaze with proof that all this was making a difference, he took a few steps away from the troughs and settled into his meditative pose. Anchoring his thoughts on Ichiro''s guidance from the day before he began to accept the input trickling in from his surroundings. After a while, the input from his senses fuzzed into white noise and he shifted to accepting whatever emotions began to rise up in the space of his quieting mind. Everything he had endured and everything he had yet to face... it was all fuel. Its passing would change him, form him into something new, and he did not know exactly what it was that he was becoming... but he accepted that too. While he did not sink any deeper into his consciousness, something that Ichiro had said earlier pinged at the back of his mind, and he gently unfolded the morning''s events, replaying the two combat scenarios Ichiro had led them through. The events came to him with startling clarity, and he found himself once again thrust into the visceral realities of combat as he allowed the memories to wash over him. At some points, he couldn¡¯t help but flinch as his mind relived each strike and thrust in terrifying detail. It had to be the system augmenting whatever it thought the seven levels Tilly had in Meditation were worth. Refusing to miss the chance this new ability afforded, he forced himself to experience the whole morning again, step by step. He needed to understand what was happening in their combat exchanges on a deeper level. He didn''t have time to put in thousands of hours learning the intimacy of combat, so he needed to squeeze every drop out of the opportunities he had. Each time the memory of a painful strike tried to scatter his focus, he fought not to pull away, attempting to take in every lesson the pain was there to teach. Several cuts along his right shoulder enumerated in great detail that he was overreaching with his right-handed attacks. Brutal strikes against his turned-back told him that spinning in front of a faster opponent was idiotic. Slowly, the painfully immersive review of his morning training session deepened his understanding of the advantages and shortcomings of his combat style. Right now, he was ''shock and awe''. Take the initiative with surprise and depend on the bonuses he got from his Mantle to try to out-damage his target. Trying to go toe to toe with an experienced opponent over any length of time, especially one who was not Corrupted would be suicide for him without a party. These truths became crystal clear to him, even as he slowly purged the trauma from his psyche. He was so focused on squeezing out these insights that he didn¡¯t even notice the flame before him anymore. Yet every pain accepted and lesson learned was fed unconsciously into that fire, causing it to grow more intense. Even as he did something as simple as replaying a recent memory, the deeper places of his consciousness slowly dragged him down out of time and into the realities of the building blocks of his soul. In, Hold, Out, Hold. He was learning to be deeply present as his external and internal worlds were slowly experienced, processed, and integrated. Breath by breath the morning''s painful, and at times traumatic lessons were integrated into the underpinnings of consciousness, slowly solidifying his undiscovered core beliefs. At some point in the process, even the sharp memories of the morning training session faded away, and there was only the Flame and his Will, growing incrementally more intense as he sunk deeper. He didn''t have to tough this training out. He didn''t have to ignore the physical and mental toll such a grueling regimen inevitably took on his mind. That is what old Tilly would have done. He had spent a lifetime running from pain, shoving down fear, and moving forward. Doing so had demanded insidiously little of him in the moment, and exacted a terrible price over a lifetime. Get a little harder. Get in, do your job, get out. Don¡¯t stop moving, don''t let it catch up. He was beginning to understand the enormity of the trauma he had held back over the decades. It was like an ocean that threatened to drown him, held back by the cinderblocks of his own slowly calcifying heart. To feel was to crumble, and behind that wall, swimming in his ocean of pain like a shark, was Corruption. What could he do? To destroy the wall was to lose control, to invite in the beast. To his shock, he even began to see cracks where facing his demons internally had begun to let some of that fear and pain through- A voice shattered his focus, tearing through the parade ground in panic, ¡°HUMAN! Where is the Human!!¡± It demanded as Tilly''s eyes snapped open, looking for its source. ¡°Lord Hiro is hurt and needs the human now!¡± The voice continued to call. Ichiro was already looking toward the messenger, deep concern written all over his face. Tilly followed his eyes to find the nearest drilling formation pointing in their direction for a panicked guardsman. Then Ichiro''s eyes flicked back to a space near Tilly only to have Threstus arrive there in a blur, skidding to a stop in the spot Ichiro had anticipated. His face was grim, ¡°I just got the news, and I¡¯m heading to get the priestess. Lord Hiro returned covered in wounds, and many of them are infested with Corrupted.¡± As soon as Ichiro nodded in acknowledgment, Threstus blurred off. Tilly didn''t wait, but leaped to his feet running toward the messenger, who caught his approach and turned to lead, running ahead, This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. ¡°Come! The Wardens sent me, he is at the other end of the parade grounds!¡± Groups of soldiers quickly moved aside as the guardsman and Tilly ran through. Ichiro pulled ahead of them in the first ten seconds and was already kneeling next to Nyuk and Kuro when Tilly and the guardsman arrived less than half a minute later. Tilly baseball slid next to Ichiro, as Kuro explained in a rush. ¡°There were already things coming to investigate us by the time we arrived at the gap with Lord Hiro last night. Their ability to move seemed slow to our augmented perception, but there was a group of at least thirty-¡± ¡°They were called, Corrupted Strigoi, all around level 35 and they were led by a level 75 Strigoi Consumer.¡± Nyuk cut in. ¡°They would have been able to enter the Boon area before we could have returned with more forces. So Lord Hiro commanded us to watch and report whatever happened while he went out to meet them.¡± ¡°Lord Hiro was Incredible!¡± Kuro shouted, before looking down and choking out a sob. ¡°He unleashed some attacks unlike anything I had ever seen at the bastards and many never even made it to him. Then the leader turned and tried to flee, but Lord Hiro chased, taking many wounds to make sure no word of our disposition left the field. The rest of the smaller ones mobbed him as he chased the Consumer and cut him down.¡± Nyuk continued. While they had been talking, Ichiro had removed much of his father¡¯s armor, revealing numerous bites and tears on the Lapin¡¯s body. Far too many of the areas showed the familiar black veiny signs of Corruption. Hiro¡¯s breathing was shallow and had slowed down to less than 5 breaths a minute. This was worse than what they had seen from the Naga¡¯s poison in the city. Even as his mind cataloged the wounds, Tilly began to kindle his Flame¡¯s Renewal ability deep in his chest. As it activated, he fought to hold it back and build the intensity of the flame even further. Tilly didn''t know if the limits placed on the ability were for the target''s protection or not, but he did know what an imminent death looked like. Lord Hiro only had a few minutes left. He held his breath, fighting to increase the intensity of the ability without changing its nature. Then, just before he felt it start to deform into something different entirely, he exhaled explosively, sweeping the trajectory of his breath down the length of Hiro¡¯s body making sure to leave no wound unaccounted for. The invisible magic of Flame¡¯s Renewal left Tilly''s lungs and immediately burst into blue and white flames, showering Hiro''s form. At the sight of the white flame, Ichiro¡¯s eyes flicked up to Tilly, before nodding in thanks and focusing back on his father. Tilly began to wince, as unlike in its typical iteration, the ability began to burn across the surface of the lapin¡¯s skin causing physical damage. Damage that the lapin could hardly afford. The tongues of flame flickered and danced as they honed in on the infected wounds and began to sink into the putrifying flesh, hungrily chasing and rooting out the infection. The sizzling pop of seared meat rose from the wounds and they all watched as Corruption and Flame spent themselves in mutual destruction. By the time it was through, the wounds were completely cleared of infection, but the Lapin''s skin was left molted and rippling in the places where the flame had rested. Perhaps most disturbingly of all, Hiro hadn¡¯t reacted once as his body was set temporarily aflame. *Cough* ¡°Doesn¡¯t anyone have a health potion?¡± Tilly whispered out through a scorched throat. ¡°No, Jonathan Tillman. We never had many and those that we did have were all used in the fighting to protect our people¡¯s escape.¡± Ichiro whispered back, searching the air around his father for some sign of hope, as Hiro¡¯s breathing slowed to intermittent shallow gasps. Tilly reached over to the lapin¡¯s wrist and felt for a pulse. Radial pulse absent. Hiro suddenly took a long shuddering breath and then stilled. ¡°Oh, Goddess!¡± Kuro moaned, Tilly immediately slid into position near Hiro''s chest, putting a hand to the carotid and watching for any signs of chest rise¡­ Nothing and nothing. ¡°Ichiro, I don''t know if this will work in this world, but we are going to try,¡± Tilly said forcefully through his parched throat. ¡°When I say so, close your father''s nose and breathe deeply into his mouth, twice.¡± The Lapin¡¯s head whipped around to him and nodded swiftly before shuffling into a ready position near his father¡¯s head. Tilly doubled up his palms over the base of Hiro¡¯s sternum and began to pump his chest. As rote as these motions were in Tilly¡¯s muscle memory, he was immediately thrown off by the inflexibility of Hiro¡¯s ribs. Of course, this tough motherfucker must have a bunch of points in Endurance. Tilly bore down with all of his Strength and finally felt his sternum and bottom few ribs pop out of place. After that, with much more force than normal, Tilly was able to get into rhythm and compress Hiro¡¯s Heart. At thirty compressions, he called for Ichiro to breathe, the lapin complied immediately, while more and more soldiers crowded around the scene. Tilly kept pumping until he hit another thirty, at this point covered in sweat from the effort of attempting to compress the Lapin¡¯s heart through the tough protection of his magically enhanced bone structure. ¡°Breath again Ichiro, and everyone else, Shut UP!¡± Tilly yelled at the murmuring crowd. Ichiro puffed two full breaths into his father¡¯s mouth, and Tilly confirmed the chest rising along with lung movement before he reached up and felt for a pulse. He held his breath¡­ Nothing. ¡°Ichiro, I have seen someone come back after fifteen rounds of this back on my plane! We are not going to giv-¡± BOOM! An explosion ripped open the space behind Tilly flinging him forward and scattering the crowd behind him in all directions. Tilly rolled with the force of the blast and came to his knees as he turned to face whatever had just hit them from behind, both hands holding his hatchets. Standing there, wreathed in blue flames was Erash. Tilly didn''t know how she had gotten here so fast, but he sagged in relief when her eyes zeroed in on Hiro''s prone form and she rushed forward bringing her staff to bear. Her eyes flashed and she muttered an incantation as blue flame flowed from her staff and washed over the lapin''s body. When nothing changed, she cursed under her breath and started again, this time her voice carrying something far deeper. The words were incomprehensible to Tilly, but just hearing them caused his teeth to ache and his eyes to water. The air surrounding the Priestess and Hiro began to thrum with power as the flame on her staff flashed in rhythm with the heavy syllables of her words. Ichiro ignored all of it, still watching his father with fierce concentration. Then there was a green flash and the packed ground under Hiro loosened, turning darker and richer. It shook and moved like a living thing, reaching up and pulling the lapin into its embrace, fully covering him in fresh loamy soil, which immediately sprouted wildflowers. All eyes went to the Priestess who sagged against her staff, her spell finished. B2 Ch. 15 Drastic Decisions. A stunned silence choked the area around where Hiro had been lying just moments before. Almost everyone stared down in shock at what now looked disturbingly like a well-kept grave. Even the whispered questions of those at the edges of the crowd who couldn¡¯t quite see hushed as the weight of the moment settled over the parade ground. For her part, Erash continued to gasp in lung-fulls of air like a swimmer coming up after a long dive. Her hands clutched white-knuckled to her staff and lines creased around her eyes as she watched the mound of freshly turned dirt. Then Threstus arrived in a blur, standing next to the Priestess, obviously only now catching up to her. ¡°Wow, you can really move when you want-¡± He started before breaking off as he took in the surrounding mood. ¡°What did I miss?¡± He asked his voice turning serious, as his eyes inevitably found the mound of dirt. The shock was broken by the question and the surrounding crowd started yelling in outrage and confusion. In response, Ichiro shot to his feet in a smooth dangerous motion, his hand on his sword as his eyes followed all sorts of unseen paths entering in and out of the dirt mound. Something powerful was happening there, and Tilly gasped an inhalation of his own as he realized he had been holding his breath in anticipation of¡­ something. ¡°WHAT DID SHE DO!¡± Voices yelled out through the angry milling crowd. ¡°WHAT HAPPENED TO LORD HIRO?¡± ¡°ARE WE UNDER ATTACK?¡± More and more started to join in the yelling. ¡°Calm Yourselves!¡± Ichiro shouted in a low, intense voice, his eyes continuing to trace patterns leading off in multiple directions from his father¡¯s mound. ¡°This woman is one of us! She is the new High Priestess of the God of the mountain. He is the one many of you have to thank for your new classes!¡± He followed, finally looking up from the almost manic pattern tracing his eyes had been absorbed in. The crowd quieted in response to his command, and Ichiro turned toward the Priestess and stated in a calm respectful voice, ¡°I see that he yet remains with us. But as I watch, his core pattern is being altered. Please explain what is happenening.¡± The immutable peace of Ichiro''s deep meditative state lent a gentle and polite tone to his voice, but Tilly didn¡¯t miss the fact that his hand had remained resting on his sword when he turned to the Priestess. Erash looked up from her vigil, almost as if she had not heard any of the voices until this point. Her face somehow took on a weight and maturity far beyond its youthful beauty as she considered Ichiro¡¯s question. The weight surrounding the pair suddenly doubled as their eyes met, before dissipating just as quickly as it had come. Erash nodded in acknowledgment of whatever had just passed between them and answered, ¡°Hiro was facing a stacking Debuff called Corrupted Vampiric Infection. I have never seen it in person, but it simultaneously removes a target''s regen and Turns the target once they reach zero health. This Debuff is not unheard of, but it was far more powerful than it should have been at this level. The Corruption had been cleared, but the rest of the effects of the debuffs refused to be cleansed¡­¡± She trailed off, looking back down at the grave, before continuing ¡°When I got here and read his recent damage log, I saw that almost all of the infection had been cleared, and his health had moved up and down between .25% and .5% for over 90 cycles.¡± Her eyes rose to Tilly from the dirt mound, sharpening in interest once again, ¡°I immediately cleansed the remainder of the Debuffs and attempted healing, but something blocked my attempt at regeneration. It felt to me, like trying to heal someone who had already passed beyond our plane¡­ Something I cannot yet accomplish. So with no options left and a patient on the brink of death, I chose to do something ¡­drastic.¡± At this point in her explanation, her words flowed forth more hesitantly as the lines on her face softened back to something younger and less self-assured. Tilly was left with the impression that he was listening to a teenager explain why they had broken curfew instead of the highest leveled entity in the Alliance. Ichiro nodded along, unsurprised at the state his father had been in when she arrived, ¡°This drastic choice¡­ it is better than death, yes? I see much of what makes up my father still there but there are significant things being added as well.¡± He added, encouraging her to continue. ¡°Yes, I hesitate to speak of this because it is part of my people¡¯s inheritance. But I chose this course, and I will see it through; In my lands, when a warrior makes a sacrifice of sufficient substance to protect the Land, they become eligible for a very particular ritual. I saw it as I was looking for anything else I could do to halt Hiro¡¯s decline. The ritual called to me-¡± ¡°A moment please,¡± Threstus interrupted politely before turning to the crowd, many of whom were straining to hear. ¡°Lord Hiro will be just fine! Our Priestess took care of it. Now off with you! All unit commanders gather your groups and return to drilling! We begin line work and combat forms today whether you are ready or not!¡± His sudden and loud shouting hit and dispersed the surrounding soldiers like magic. Kuro and Nyuk remained behind, sitting back on their haunches at a respectful distance, watching for any change in their Lord. Once the whole of the audience had dispersed, Tilly followed Ichiro to his feet, and re-instigated the conversation,This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. ¡°So whatever you did, it kept him from dying. That has to be good, right?¡± Tilly inquired, brushing the dirt from his knees. ¡°That is correct¡­¡± She answered, still struggling to find a way to describe the ritual in terms that were honest but not too revealing. ¡°I have seen my¡­ mother perform this same ritual once, for an Entkin who had fought back an Ogre incursion at the mouth of a canyon on our borders. He held until our forces arrived and was little less than a husk by the end of the battle. My mother arrived in time to perform a version of what I just did and the Entkin was restored, even advancing a tier in the process. But there is a price¡­¡± She said, looking down from Ichiro¡¯s face to the ground where the Land had taken Hiro into its embrace. ¡°Hiro is currently undergoing a transformation into a Guardian Entity for this Faction''s portion of the Land. So yes, he will still be alive, but not in the same way he was before. He will never sire any other children, nor will he need to eat or sleep.¡± She continued her voice dropping as she delivered the cost of the ritual. ¡°Will his mind be altered?¡± Ichiro broke in a little more sharply than his previous inquiry. ¡°No, although he will be tied deeply to this portion of the Land and invested in its growth. He will no longer be able to level. Instead, his abilities will compound as this Faction and its influence increase. His power is now directly tied to the weight and density your nation has on the spiritual fabric of Nephesh. Finally, as long as your nation''s Sovereign Crystal remains intact, no wound can kill him, defeat will only place him in a slumber until the damage is restored.¡± She then sighed, ¡°At least I suspect this will be the case, I had not anticipated the change my own powers had undergone with my new class and obligations. It does not feel like any negative alterations were added to the ritual, but it was not the same one I learned under my mother¡¯s tutelage.¡± Ichiro took the news with a thoughtful frown, while Threstus processed the costs and benefits in a more pragmatic manner. ¡°Ichiro, forgive me if I am overstepping. But this sounds like something your father would have chosen for himself if given the chance¡­ It gives us one more edge in protecting our emergence into the conflict of Nephesh, which seems to have become more perilous than ever before.¡± he suggested softly, finding the Lapin¡¯s eyes and showing none of his characteristic sarcasm. Ichiro took a deep breath at Threstus¡¯ statements and nodded in thanks to the Bastion Commander. ¡°A similar thought had crossed my mind as well.¡± He said slowly, coming to terms with the turn of events that none of them had anticipated happening this early in the process of their Faction''s establishment. Throughout Erash¡¯s explanation, a war of emotions had moved through Tilly. When faced with the prospect of Hiro¡¯s death, he had moved back into the toolset he had employed thousands of times in his old life. It had all come back to him so easily and while it hadn¡¯t ¡®worked¡¯ it had seemed to have made enough of a difference that they wouldn''t be losing the leathery old samurai any time soon. Then the whole conversation was interrupted as Linus arrived at a jog, having just received the news. Some minutes were spent catching him up and all four of them immediately started planning the next steps to secure the gap and await Hiro¡¯s return. Instead of joining in, Tilly''s eyes wandered to his flashing notification log,
Congratulations! You have just averted a fatal debuff without using any mana or abilities! You have learned the skill First Aid. First Aid - Using a combination of your knowledge of the internal composition of living beings, medical techniques, and basic aid supplies, you are able to neutralize or even clear negative Debuffs. Your interventions add a +n% multiplier to your target''s inherent healing ability. ¡°n¡± being your level in this skill. Your First Aid level has increased! Adjusting for previous experience¡­ First Aid level 1. First Aid level 2¡­ First Aid level 35
It may have been childish, but the validation of such a high skill level given for what had been a career spanning decades filled him with satisfaction. He might not be able to heal, but hell if he was going to let someone around him die if he could help it. In fact, the similarity between this skill and his old career actually imparted a level of comfort with the prospect of playing that sort of role in parties when necessary. Maybe this could be a key to rounding out his build when he ran out of Mana. Something more akin to a specialized paladin than a pure tank or mage DPS. There were some things he couldn¡¯t do anything about. But to have this tool back in his belt and acknowledged by the System meant a lot to Tilly. His vision may even have begun to grow blurry before he wiped the stray speck of dust from his eyes and brought his attention back to the matters at hand. Tilly¡¯s moment went unnoticed as the four in the background finalized the temporary plans in light of recent events, ¡°I¡¯ll dispatch half the bastions to the gap now to guard the work party we have heading that way this afternoon. We need a trench as soon as possible, and stone behind that over the course of the next weeks. Our small community of dwarves reported another strange encounter with that woman in black yesterday as she left our land. She pointed them to an ancient collapsed quarry and mine on the other side of the mountain. We should be able to move that stone to the gap using the river starting as early as tomorrow, I know the dwarves are ecstatic to get moving.¡± Linus listed out, summarizing their next steps. Tilly continued to only half listen to the logistical details as he watched a breeze stir the grasses and flowers sprouting in the spot Hiro had laid. Then he realized that he hadn¡¯t felt any air moving as he watched the plants begin to sway. ¡°Guys!¡± he called over, ¡°Something is happening!¡± The other four came over in a flash as the freshly turned dirt began to move along with the plants, shivering and swaying. Then like the classic scene from any first act of a zombie movie, Hiro¡¯s hand burst forth from the ground reaching up to the sky in a grasping motion. B2 Ch. 16 Preparations Ichiro was there in a flash, grasping his Father¡¯s hand and heaving him out of the ground. The elder Samurai turned Guardian exploded up in a shower of dirt, stumbling forward into the arms of his son. Ichiro held him there for a long second, before Hiro pulled away gently, and looked around at the small audience. As he met their eyes, the dirt shivered off from him all at once, revealing a Hiro that was much the same figure they had just seen buried with one main difference. Guardian Daimyo of the Three-Fold Alliance. Hiro¡¯s armor and sword remained untouched as did his characteristic hard-eyed stare. Except now it was more than just a facial expression. That flat look was now augmented by eyes formed from the same green gemlike substance that made up the Sovereign Crystal¡¯s structure. They were intense, glowing with an internal light that was visible even under the noonday sun. Because of them, it took Tilly a moment to notice the other, more subtle change. The parts of his lightly furred skin that weren¡¯t covered in armor now displayed an intricate network of markings that depicted dancing flames. Hiro looked down at his hands, before making a gesture and taking on that distant middle look of someone checking their screens. They all watched him, wanting to give him time to adjust to his new reality. The silence however stretched slightly too long, and Tilly couldn¡¯t help but try and break the tension, ¡°Looks good on you Hiro!¡± He tried cheerily, gesturing up and down at the lapin¡¯s body and interrupting his reading. The Samurai stared back at him implacably for a long uncomfortable moment, but Tilly might have caught a glint in those crystalline eyes at his gratingly awkward joke. ¡°Father, how are you feeling?¡± Ichiro followed up in the wake of Tilly''s interruption. The newly christened Guardian Daimyo flicked his eyes down in a dismissal of his screens and turned formally to the Priestess. His voice at last emerging in all its baritone glory, ¡°I owe you a debt. I spent my life willingly to buy time for my people and you have given it back to us along with a great gift.¡± He said, emphasizing his words of appreciation with a deep bow. She surprised Tilly by bowing even deeper in return, ¡°The Land has chosen you, warrior. May the ground beneath your feet grow rich with the blood of our enemies, Guardian.¡± She replied with equal gravity, her response ringing with some small portion of the power that had echoed through her voice when she had cast the ritual earlier. Hiro nodded finding the words a fitting response, and turned back to Ichiro and Tilly, his crystalline stare contrasting oddly with Ichiro¡¯s all-white gaze. ¡°Thank you both.¡± He said, gesturing down at the ground where he had recently laid. ¡°I was not taken against my will. The¡­ Land offered me a choice. My bond for some of its power. I accepted eagerly. This is another chance to see my duty to my people fulfilled, and refused to let it pass me by.¡± ¡°Are you still¡­ yourself?¡± Ichiro asked in a low, concerned voice. ¡°The bond I have taken is rooted in my desire to protect this place at all costs. I can never again leave the boundary of our people. In exchange, I will persist as long as they do, growing in power along with the Alliance.¡± Then taking special care to look Ichiro in his equally off-putting eyes he continued, ¡°I am Hiro Matsumoto, Fourth Lord in Exile, and now Guardian Daimyo of the Three-Fold Alliance. She has laid no additional bond on me, I do not think the power she now channels would have allowed it even if she wanted.¡± ¡°He is correct.¡± Erash broke in, pulling their eyes over to her. ¡°I lost access to several of my more suggestive abilities when I took this office. In their place, much of my remaining build has been empowered and geared toward Purification and Renewal. While in this role, my power keeps me from laying any Geas.¡± At her words, Ichiro nodded to himself, and Threstus laid a friendly hand on Linus¡¯ shoulder quipping, ¡°Thank the Gods you are still fit for duty Hiro, I don¡¯t think our Consul here can take any more paperwork.¡± Linus¡¯ thoughtful frown turned into a stormy scowl as he struck out like lightning swinging a closed fist at the offending arm like he meant it. Threstus snatched his arm back a mite too slowly, rolling with the blow but not avoiding it altogether. Then continuing as if nothing had happened, Linus returned to verbally walking them through the plan of attack, ¡°Lord Hiro, the stone should start arriving tomorrow, and half our workforce is shifting to the wall project starting this afternoon. The Commander here will hold half the bastions back to continue training our forces. I want to send the other half with you to hold the pass until we have fortifications in place. We can send regular updates on other progress, but this seems paramount.¡± ¡°That is acceptable, I will leave Nyuk and Kuro here to gather any volunteers for the Rangers and begin their training under Threstus. None of our enemies escaped our first encounter, but they know there has been a Shift as well as we, and when none return from their first investigative party, more will come. With the Boon, we have a chance to be ready, but I expect some sort of response in the coming hours, their time. Once our presence is confirmed, if they mean to come against us in force, then we will undoubtedly be facing a fully mobilized force when the Boon expires.¡± ¡°What about me? Does this change what I should be doing?¡± Tilly asked, ready to post up with Hiro and rain down fire on the new foes. ¡°Jonathan Tillman, your task remains the same. Increase your survivability and do what you can to find the next Origin Facet.¡± Hiro remarked curtly, before turning to Ichiro, This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. ¡°We need to be sending patrols along the mountains and forests on the rest of our border. I am sending you to oversee this. We will rotate in others for sparring as duty allows to offer Jonathan Tillman a variety of challenges. I trust you have laid a sufficient foundation.¡± At that, Ichiro smiled, ¡°He has done very well and consider it done.¡± ¡°Oh, I have the perfect starting partner for him!¡± Threstus broke in, still rubbing his shoulder where Linus had struck a glancing blow. ¡°He isn¡¯t much use in the beginning parts of training anyway.¡± He continued, eyeing Tilly with a shit-eating grin. Tilly winked at him in response, doing his best to cover over the sudden shiver that ran up his spine at the ominous proclamation. ¡°Sounds like I should start spending the mornings down here?¡± Erash asked with a quirk of her manicured eyebrow. ¡°That would be our preference, your services will be needed soon,¡± Linus answered respectfully, ¡°We have some interested in testing themselves at the Crystal to see if they qualify for any priest classes. If any are accepted by the Sovereign Crystal and our new Patron, we would like you to see to their training as well.¡± ¡°I look forward to it, Consul.¡± She said, adding only the slightest emphasis on the class name, before turning and walking away. ¡°Well, if that''s all, I have a mess of unruly candidates here that need to at least know how to hold a weapon before another war gets well and truly started," Threstus stated crisply before turning in the opposite direction of the High Priestess and moving back toward the drilling soldiers. At that, as if by some unspoken signal, the others nodded, waved, or simply turned, all moving toward their separate duties and Tilly found himself standing alone looking around the parade ground like he had missed something. ¡°So no training advice, huh?¡± He asked the empty air. Then, not wanting to seem lost, he rested his hands on his weapons and wandered over to the water troughs to do some thinking. Part of him appreciated the freedom that they were entrusting to him. But if he was being honest, another part of him found being wholly in charge of his time daunting. In some ways, he had spent his whole life moving from one emergency to another, now he was being invited to prepare in whatever way he thought was best. He was sure there would be a follow-up threat to the border soon. But until then, he wanted to put in as much time as possible strengthening skills he already had. He pulled up the Skills list and gave it a hard look, trying to decide what would increase survivability and what was just novel fluff for now. Skills: -Forestcraft level 12 -Identify level 17 -Cooking level 12 -Beginner Hatchet level 14 -Animal Processing level 9 -Stealth level 7 -Herb Lore Level 2 -Ax Throwing Level 16 -Dual-Wielding (Hatchets) Level 11 -Spirit Walk Level 14 -Meditation Level 7 -First Aid, Level 35 Well, he could throw out the active combat skills, he was already training those. He could also throw out the quality of life skills. Those were important over time, but they wouldn¡¯t do much against Corrupted vampires. That left Stealth, Identify, and Forestcraft as his best bets for increasing his chances of survival outside of combat. He needed to be able to spot and avoid trouble when possible not to mention his ability to survive if he was ever caught out on his own. After sparring tomorrow Tilly decided he would find Ichiro and join up with the patrol force, perhaps even join in some Ranger training while he was at it. That still left him the rest of today¡­He looked back at the walls, the camps, and the fields beyond. Shit was about to hit the fan all over again, he could feel it. So before he threw himself into preparations he decided to try and find the few people he hadn¡¯t seen since the fall of the empire''s capital. Who knew when he would next get the chance to connect? Tilly wandered back through the city, his progress stopped by a massive group of laborers heading towards the parade grounds, and probably the gap in the mountains beyond. They all carried a variety of dirt-moving and construction tools and their classes varied. Tilly saw everything from Masons to Foremen present in the crowd. Once through the city, he made his way over to the new bridge and was pleased to find at least one of the objects of his search almost immediately. If he got the chance, he had decided to thank the honu who had done so much to cover his back right before their escape. Franklin stood on the banks of the river, casting an ice-aspected Ability over the flowing water. Tilly watched as he targeted the bridge¡¯s supports one by one and recast. As soon as the cloud of frost produced by his Mana hit the supports, he would move his hands around in concentration, as if shaping clay. Then the cloud would move on, leaving a slightly reinforced and more ornate structure behind. He had also exchanged the more typical honu robes for something thicker and fur-lined, most likely because his new class had not come with any innate elemental resistances. One thing that had remained was the same brilliant blue scarf Tilly had noticed on their first encounter. It fluttered in the wind over the collar of his new jacket, much more in line with his new look. With all the changes he had already seen, Tilly was happy, but not surprised to see a new class identifier over his head. Level 35 Tundra Caller. ¡°Franklin! How are you doing?¡± ¡°Very well! Thank you for asking Mr. Tillman.¡± ¡°Please, I don¡¯t think I stand a chance to convince the lapins but call me Tilly. I¡¯m glad I found you!¡± ¡°Very well... Tilly.¡± He said, his speech showing some of the honu propensity for slowness for the first time. ¡°I had heard you had returned mysteriously and the elders briefed us on a coming change, but I could not imagine something like this.¡± He said, gesturing happily to the ice structure he had been producing. It was crude, but sturdy and made an almost constant stream of traffic back and forth from the agricultural lands to the populace centers possible. ¡°Yeah, I saw you put some of it up yesterday. Amazing! How often do you have to maintain it?¡± ¡°Every four hours or so, but along with the ice augment to my water Abilities, I gained a skill called Sculpt Element. At higher levels it will allow me to form complex shapes out of ice. Every time I reinforce the bridge, I am advancing this Skill.¡± He said excitedly, then a log bumped against his structure from upstream, and a worker grabbed at it with a hooked pole, shouting for another. Franklin finished reinforcing his last support and turned fully toward Tilly. ¡°They tell me my bridge will be replaced by tomorrow and I''ll be moving to the wall project.¡± He said pointing over to the pile of logs on the bank a little farther upriver. ¡°I can only assume this means we are already facing outside pressure.¡± He added, a shadow falling across his features. ¡°Yeah, we had a pretty close call at our new border earlier today, Hiro barely stopped it. We have the Bastions moving up that way to secure it while some sort of fortification is built. But, even with all that happening, it felt important to me to find and thank you. Without you, I wouldn¡¯t have made it out. You kicked some serious ass back there.¡± Tilly said, clapping the honu on the jacket covering his shell. He didn¡¯t know him terribly well but Franklin had fought by his side and covered him during the last fight and that meant a lot. The honu people had paid the highest price for everyone to escape, losing Kihei and the other four elders¡­ Tilly sincerely hoped others had acknowledged their sacrifice in some way. Franklin received the strange physical interaction and the offer of thanks with a polite, if confused, smile. He looked Tilly in the eyes and slowly reached around to his back and gave it a few pats of his own. ¡°I am glad you made it Tilly. Too many didn¡¯t. We have been offered a chance to rebuild and perhaps, one day, even fulfill the Dream of my ancestors.¡± He said, the lines of heaviness around his eyes easing slightly as a small smile softened his serious expression. B2 Ch. 17 Catching Up. Tilly spoke with Franklin for a while longer, not really saying much, just making a point to show the honu that he was thought of and appreciated. In the follow-up chatter, he learned that Amelia was just over the bridge, helping to oversee the initial setup of the agricultural zone. Nodding to Franklin and promising to find him on the wall, Tilly jogged off, crossing the bridge and moving into the miles of the valley lying on the other side of the river. He had only seen this part of their settlement from a distance and had been interested in getting a closer look anyway. Aside from the private settlement the honu had started, this whole side of the valley was being aggressively converted into agricultural plots. He saw miles of pasture with a surprising amount of animals already grazing peacefully within hastily constructed fence lines. Even at this distance, he could tell that none of the animals were quite what he would expect from domesticated livestock. Instead of being drawn to the interesting agricultural questions of fantasy farming, he turned to move deeper into the already thriving food-producing plots. He skirted the flooded rice fields already being harvested by farmhands and walked a small dirt path between several huge gardens of impressive variety. Past them, he saw miles of grainfields that showed crazy amounts of growth for only a week''s cultivation... Everywhere he looked, workers were busy. None seemed to be in a rush, but Tilly also couldn¡¯t spot a single person sitting or relaxing. They all seemed to be diligently pursuing their tasks with focus. Then again, with the Boon and the bonus from gaining a nature-aspected High Priestess, Tilly could imagine that everyone wanted to work around the clock to produce as much as possible before any bonuses ran out. Plus it was probably pretty awesome for any class-related skills they were training, especially if those skills were leveled by the volume of food produced. ¡°Young Man!¡± Shouted a warbly voice from deep within one of the garden rows. Tilly looked over and spotted a familiar old satyr shuffling toward him with surprisingly sprightly steps. He couldn¡¯t help but smile as a brand new class identifier appeared over George¡¯s bobbing head. Level 58 Agriculturalist. ¡°What can I do for you? You must be hungry! I knew they wouldn¡¯t feed you enough...¡± He shot through the three sentences between billowing breaths of exertion. ¡°No Sir! They are feeding me plenty, and I¡¯m sure that''s due to all your hard work producing enough food for all these new hungry mouths.¡± Tilly replied gamely. At that George''s face brightened even further and his eyes took on a clever gleam, ¡°I¡¯m sure you had nothing at all to do with the wall of fire that offered Edna and me this incredible opportunity!¡± He declared happily, leaning in and raising his eyebrows suggestively. ¡°Because of these new classes, we have gained four levels in the last twenty-four hours!¡± He almost shouted, punctuating his words with jabs of his fingers into Tilly¡¯s chest. ¡°Edna¡¯s a dang Arborist now! Our orchard is almost exploding with fruit, and the loggers have taken her out to the camp. Apparently with her along they produce 50% more high-quality timber!¡± ¡°No less than you two deserve, I¡¯m sure!¡± Tilly replied, warmed by the capricious glow emanating from the enthusiastic old satyr. ¡°Son, I don''t think you understand,¡± George said, leaning in as if sharing a secret. ¡°The prerequisite for this class is to have overseen over 100 acres of agriculturally converted land successfully produce 200% of its base potential¡­ And I was just offered it! Somehow, the system seems to think I had a part in all this happening. Declared my contribution, ¡®Rare¡¯¡± He said, gesturing around grandly, with a slight tinge of awe coloring his voice. ¡°George,¡± Tilly said, laying a hand on the Agriculturalist¡¯s shoulder and gently turning him back around. ¡°You are as much a part of this as anyone. Seriously, thank you for your diligence so far. I¡¯m sure the System knows what it is doing.¡± Tilly was surprised to see tears begin to pool on the edges of George¡¯s heavily wrinkled eyes. ¡°Son, even the empire didn''t employ an Agriculturalist¡­ Every crop I handle in some way increases yield by 30%. And I gain experience every time any worker under me gains a level¡­ I am almost a Boon unto myself.¡± He choked out between emerging sobs. At that moment, Tilly didn''t really know what to do. George had probably been a Farmer for longer than Tilly had been alive, never dreaming of such a chance for him and his wife. Tilly''s heart went out to the genuine courage this couple had shown, and he felt a deep gratitude welling in his chest that he had been there at the right moment in time to make sure these two had made it through the portal. Tilly had spent a lifetime working in emergency response, his most consistent kind of patient being the elderly. In all that time, he had learned that there were only really two kinds of old people. By far the most common kind of elderly person was the one who was just a shadow of their younger selves, living most of their remaining years looking back in sorrow, bitterness, or both. Society had told them that they were burdens, drains on a system to which they no longer had anything to offer. Then there was the much rarer, second kind of elderly person. One who still seemed to want to give as much as they could to their surroundings. However it was gained, the humility and thankfulness evident in their final years always caused them to shine like beacons amidst their surroundings. George and Edna were probably always going to do whatever they could for those around them¡­ and here he was, sobbing before Tilly, overcome by the chance to be able to do even more. Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings. Before Tilly even registered what he was doing, he had wrapped his arms around the much smaller satyr, and George¡¯s crying redoubled. He clung to Tilly like a buoy in a storm and inexplicably, Tilly felt tears welling in his own eyes. ¡°You¡¯re a good boy you hear!¡± George¡¯s muffled voice emerged from Tilly¡¯s furred jacket. For some reason, that did it. A baseball-sized lump rose in Tilly¡¯s throat, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn¡¯t swallow it back down. His chest began to shake with the effort, and before he knew it, he was the one crying, leaning into the surprisingly strong Satyr¡¯s arms. They stayed like that for a while longer, until the swells of emotion had subsided. George stepped away, wiping his eyes and smiling, at Tilly¡¯s bemused expression. ¡°Now young man, don¡¯t tell me you are one of those who think tears aren¡¯t manly! A man who can¡¯t cry, can¡¯t offer his strength to the world around him. He only knows how to hold it all to himself and watch as those weaker than him fail¡­ You aren¡¯t that kind of man.¡± Tilly nodded, unable to find any words to respond to George¡¯s firm declaration. ¡°George! There you are- Oh, Mr. Tillman¡­ I didn¡¯t expect to see you here.¡± Came a cultured female voice from off to the side. Tilly looked over to find Amelia emerging from the same garden that George had just come from. ¡°Ah! Miss Cooper! I believe this young man was looking for you! I¡¯ll go check on the children''s progress and see if they need anything, while you two catch up.¡± he said shooting Tilly a wink as he turned to go. Amelia¡¯s eyes narrowed at George as he turned to walk away. Then she swept her gaze over Tilly and took in his red puffy eyes, and ruddy cheeks¡­ ¡°You wanted to see me?¡± She asked, quirking an eyebrow. Despite her outfit being a strange mix between laboratory assistant and safari guide, Tilly couldn''t help but notice how at ease she seemed surrounded by growing things. Her simple white blouse was slightly askew under her multipocketed coat, and a smear of dirt smudged her nose, but the tension that had characterized her on their first encounter seemed to have been drained away. ¡°Uh, yeah¡­ I, uh, wanted to check on you and¡­¡± Tilly said, looking around a little lost at the sudden shift in conversation. He had come to find Amelia and clear the air, but he hadn¡¯t thought through what he was going to say. Sweeping his gaze over the garden, he had to bite back a smile as he spotted George peeking out from around a corner and giving him the inter-planer ¡°get on with it¡± motion. Amelia turned her head to spot what had drawn Tilly¡¯s attention, but the old man had already disappeared like a ghost. ¡°-Apologize! I wanted to apologize again.¡± He blurted. A conflicted look crossed her face at his words as she turned back to him. She stuffed her hands in a pair of her many pockets and blew out a long breath through pursed lips. Then after a thoughtful moment, she replied. ¡°No Jonathan¡­ I¡¯m the one who owes you an apology.¡± ¡°What! No, you saved our lives and almost-¡± ¡°Stop! Please.¡± She interrupted holding up her hands to forestall any objections. ¡°I have only met three other humans in my time here, and all three turned out to be twisted in some disturbing way. When I first met you, part of me was looking for betrayal from the onset¡­ Then when it turned out that you were Corrupted. Well that was all I needed to write you off.-¡° ¡°No, Amelia. I should have told you. I should have told everyone¡­ but I didn''t because I was scared.¡± Tilly confessed in a rush, afraid that if he didn¡¯t get it all out, his compromised internal thought process would twist this into some sort of self-righteous pity party. She wrapped her arms around herself as she struggled to get her own words out the way she wanted them. ¡°Look. I heard how you got infected, it clearly wasn''t your fault. Now that I feel it inside of me, nibbling at the edges of my being¡­ I can¡¯t imagine what it would be like to fight something like this while trying to adjust to an entirely new world. I was scared out of my mind for months when I first arrived, hiding in the caravan afraid of almost everything I saw. If it wasn¡¯t for Grandmother Weaver¡­" She trailed off with a sigh of exasperation, looking off into the distant past. ¡°Amelia,¡± Tilly said, calling her eyes back to his. ¡°I get it. You were in an impossible situation and you didn¡¯t need to be dealing with my problems on top of everything else,¡± he said finding himself inexplicably angry that she didn''t seem to understand what he was trying to say. He was trying to apologize! He had been wrong, whatever his excuses were. He had still chosen to hide his situation for selfish reasons. Why couldn¡¯t she just accept his apology and they could move on, giving him a chance to prove he could be better? She continued to stand there, holding herself and staring into his eyes. Whatever she saw there caused her eyes grew stormy in response. ¡°On top of everything else?¡± She quoted, the lines of her face compressing into a scowl. ¡°George and Edna told me how you risked your chance at reaching the portal by trying to carry them to safety, on top of everything else!¡± she spat, anger now in full display across her features. ¡°If you won''t accept my apology, that''s fine. But please, try not to be so hypocritical about it!¡± she spat, turning on her heels and marching off, leaving Tilly standing there at a complete loss for words. ''What just happened?'' Eventually, he wandered back through the fields and gardens until he found the bridge again, this time without Franklin. The building crew however was already hard at work using the current structure as a support to sink the logs in at adjacent periodic points for the new wooden bridge. There was another honu there splitting the current each time they dropped a new log, allowing a smaller gnome to be lowered in first and dig out a hole for the foundation of each support. Tilly watched for a while in silence, trying to process everything he was thinking and feeling as the sun began to set in the distance. Torches were stuck in the ground and along the edges of the bridge so that the crew could keep working, and Tilly crossed the bridge after a while and started walking along the edge of the camp. He didn¡¯t know how he had expected that to go¡­ but he had hoped that apologizing again would clear things up, maybe even allow him to ask her some questions about what this world was like from her perspective. But, somehow, he had made things even worse. Then again, that was how it had always gone with the women in Tilly¡¯s life. Why would this be any different? A lifetime of failed conversations flashed through his mind as he gloomily moved through the fog of memories from his marriage. He continued to stroll around the edge of the camp, not yet ready to head back to his room. In the last glimmer of sunlight, he idly pulled out the gem egg from his fantasy fanny pack. He rubbed along its smooth multifaceted surface, wondering again what he was supposed to do with it. His thumb hitched on something as he passed it back and forth between his hands. Curious, he ran his finger over the spot again and again, confirming a definite break in the smooth finish¡­ Holding up close to his eyes, he couldn¡¯t quite make out what was responsible for the change in sensation. So without really thinking about it, he enflamed his left hand and held it up to the gem, trying to get a better look. B2 Ch. 18 Kindle Unlimited The glow from his enflamed left hand lit up the gem in a thousand iridescent fractals. The effect of the flickering firelight on the object was so mesmerizing that it took Tilly several moments to notice a pulling sensation on the flame around his hand. Tearing his eyes from the glowing gem, he saw the flame surrounding his hand straining toward the gem, like iron fillings to a magnet. ¡°What the-¡± He muttered as he tried to cut off the flow of his mana to his hand. It didn¡¯t work. He actually felt the flame in his chest stoking higher in response to the pull on his mana. Whatever this was, his flame-aspected mana wanted to connect. As he pushed harder, he realized he could cut off his mana flow, but the mana itself seemed¡­ reluctant. The straining flame¡¯s wispy edges stretched as hard as they could, falling just short of the gem¡¯s surface. Well, the fire inside him hadn¡¯t steered him wrong so far, and this was a quest reward¡­ Tilly¡¯s wince of concern softened as he felt something from the gem that reminded him of the mewling noise a kitten would make when it was looking for its mother. Hunger? Mystified, Tilly slowly moved his hand closer, until the flame¡¯s edge touched on the surface of the gem. Upon contact, it was sucked into the tiny crack on the gems gleaming face. The pulling on Tilly¡¯s mana pathways did not lessen, if anything it increased, and he couldn¡¯t help but glance up at his mana bar, as the gem continued to pull on his flame hungrily. Tilly watched as his mana ticked down to eighty percent. The glare from the gem had grown noticeably brighter, and it occurred to him that he didn''t want anyone coming by to ask what was going on. So looking around, he hunched over the now happily shining object and started to move away from the tents. ¡°Man, I hope Nyuk was wrong about you... If you look like you are going to explode, I¡¯m jumping into the river, I swear!¡± He muttered down urgently at the object he was trying unsuccessfully to hide under his jacket. The gem continued to glow brighter, and heaven help him, Tilly found himself smiling at the contented burble it released into his mind as the pull suddenly cut off. Tilly looked around suspiciously at his surroundings, but the far edge of the camp he had wandered through was quiet. At this point, the gem¡­ No, the egg, had grown as bright as a bonfire. Sapphire-hued light danced through its many facets. Tilly moved away from the edge of the camp toward the bank of the river, tucking the thing under his leathers. Another contented burble sounded off in his mind, and he shot off a quick plea to Origin that this wasn¡¯t some sort of cute/sentient bomb. Once his moccasins hit the sandy edge of the river bank, he hunkered down and took the gem back out, shielding as much of the light as he could with his body. ¡°What exactly are you?¡± He whispered to it. In response, it started to thrum, then vibrate, as the light emerging from its center brightened. Tilly''s expression of wonder broke down into a cringe of worry as the small crack burst with an even greater light and began to spread across the surface in a network of fine fractures. ¡°Please, please, please. Don''t be a bomb.¡± He hissed at the object as the vibrations it was produced built into a crescendo. Tilly - felt? Understood? Heard? He didn''t really know how to describe it. A tiny exultant cry emerged from the back of his mind as the surface of the crystalline egg shattered into a million motes of light. Blinking his eyes rapidly to try and clear the sudden blindness, he rubbed at them with his other hand. ¡°Peep?¡± As his sight returned he was surprised to find something that looked a lot like a chick standing on his hand, no bigger than a baseball. ¡°Peep?¡± It said again, giving him that side-cocked one-eye look that only birds could give. Its down coat was completely white instead of yellow, and its little feet supported surprisingly sharp talons for a newborn. ¡°What are you?¡± He asked again. Then as if the system had finally decided to throw him a bone, an Identifier pinging above its head. Bonded Newborn Phoenix No level, but he guessed he would have to figure that out later. For now, he was struck by how unbelievably adorable the little thing was. ¡°You are way better than some fancy new class¡­ aren¡¯t you?¡± He cooed at the chick as it began to scratch and peck at his hand. Tilly immediately got the impression it was asking for more¡­ food. Especially since the little talons only mimicked the motion and didn''t break the surface of his skin.Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more. Without thinking he enflamed the hand it was standing on in response to its unspoken request. It chirped happily finding itself surrounded by the blue fire and began to peck in earnest at the flames dancing around it. Tilly perceived the heat being pulled from around his hand, up into his palm, and then disappearing as the phoenix consumed it. ¡°What do I call you, little thing?¡± He asked in delight. Without breaking off its happy pecking, Tilly felt a complex series of images and sensations move through his mind. He saw an infinite flat expanse. It was completely dark and cold with nothing to break up its features. Then something changed far in the distance, the darkness lost its heaviness and the smallest blush of light burst forth. The light wasn¡¯t powerful or overwhelming, but in the context of the endless dark expanse, it held a whole universe of meaning. The chick broke off its pecking as the flame sputtered out, another 10% of Tilly¡¯s mana gone. It then settled down happily onto his palm. ¡°Any chance you have a nickname? I don¡¯t think that will translate very well into regular speech.¡± ¡°Peep!¡± The chick trilled offendedly, cocking its head at him in consternation before settling down into a seated position and preening itself. Before he could make any suggestions, he felt its awareness begin to move through his memories like a light illuminating the page of a book. After a few minutes, the chick shook its little head and ruffled up its down feathers before tucking its head into its shoulder. The awareness faded from his mind, and Tilly heard a faint whisper dance at the edge of his consciousness. She who kindles the dawn. Then she was asleep, nestled in the palm of his hand, and he couldn''t help but smile. He could feel the little creature''s complete trust in him as it drifted off. He had been given charge of something helpless and adorable, and as inconvenient as it might turn out to be, he felt its unconditional trust eroding at some of his self-doubt. ¡°Thanks for working so hard to simplify it for me, little one. How about I call you Kindle out loud, but between us, I''ll use your full name.¡± He whispered. The little phoenix didn''t reply, and Tilly watched the minute expansion and contraction of her little chest as she settled into a deep rhythmic sleep. Watching her like that called Tilly¡¯s attention to his own bone-deep weariness. He had been beaten like a drum, done CPR, and walked all over the Alliance trying to reconnect with the few people he hadn¡¯t seen on this side of the portal. Tucking her into the crook of his arm, slightly out of sight, Tilly headed back to his small one-room shack. He arrived almost an hour after sunset and he slid open the unlocked door to his small house. As he closed the door on the ever-changing city landscape outside, he wondered for a moment why his small building had remained untouched. Shrugging to himself he moved into the room in almost pitch-black darkness, kicking the edge of his bed in the process. He grunted in frustration and Kindle ruffled up her feathers before resettling absently in his hand. Not wanting to disturb her any further, he crawled into bed and set her against the warm exposed skin of his neck. She chirped sleepily and moved in closer until a light but very noticeable pressure started to expand and constrict in the space between his shoulders and his chin. Without further thought or worry, he too drifted off to sleep, dreaming about the breaking of dawn and the beginning of things. ¡­ The next morning he awoke to a jabbing in his neck. He jerked back, afraid he was being bitten by a bug. ¡°Gah¡± He gasped as scrambling sleepily from his bed. A small cry of outrage followed him as he moved from his original position. ¡°Peep!¡± Coming completely to wakefulness, the full breath of yesterday''s events hit him and he looked down at the little phoenix in awe¡­ She looked him dead in the eye, and slowly mimed scratching and pecking. ¡°Oh! Of course. You are hungry!¡± He said, his eyes wandering around the room, and finding his typical breakfast tray and pitcher of water. Man, they were good. How did they always have this ready before he woke? Kindle followed his glance around the room and found nothing of interest. She peeped at him again to grab his attention and mimed eating, trying to help him understand what she wanted. ¡°Yeah, yeah! I get it. But we can¡¯t just feed you off the heat my flames produce. I can only assume your appetite will grow, so we need to figure out a better system...¡± She eyed him critically, unimpressed by his excuses. ¡°Besides, no way am I going to feed you inside a wooden building. Meals will happen strictly outside!¡± He said firmly. Tilly moved over and began to scarf down his food to the outraged sound of more than a few chirped complaints from his new companion. The injustice of his act was clearly more than she could bear. As quickly as he could, he scrambled out the door, with Kindle insisting that she should now ride on his shoulder. When he placed her there, her little claws locked into the material of his jacket and no matter how he moved she stayed happily perched in place. And so he emerged out into the street with an all-white chick riding on his shoulder, like some sort of wannabe pirate. On his way to the parade ground, he stopped a group of carpenters and asked what they did with their waste pieces of lumber. The lapin replied that they were sent into the camp and added to the firewood supply. When Tilly inquired if he could have some delivered to the parade grounds each day, the lapin bowed and went off to speak with some of the other workers. Reassuring Kindle that he did, in fact, have a plan to feed her, he jogged to the parade ground realizing that the phoenix was not at all bothered by his movements. By the time he arrived, the drilling had already begun and he could tell he was later than he had been yesterday. ¡°Baby-Man! Where have you been? Are you scared to fight Gorock?¡± A booming voice called from beyond the water troughs. Tilly winced and cleared his throat to try and clear the sudden nervous warmth that rose from his stomach at the thought of several hours with the giant warrior. ¡°Am I looking forward to it? No.¡± He called, turning to square up on the Bastion who of course had also received a new class in the aftermath of the Quest Reward. Except his was different from his companions, Level 48 Wall Breaker The Gorock stood there, almost twice as tall as Tilly, and looked down at him with a sadistic grin on his goat face¡­ Or not, Tilly still couldn¡¯t read Gorock''s expressions, but if he had any money, he would have put it all on ¡®Sadistic Grin¡¯. Announcement. For reasons you can probably guess, I will be missing today''s post. I still plan to post next Monday, but everything is subject to flux as my house gets a little more crowded. But with Christmas just around the corner, I wanted to share a little side project I have been working on with you guys! https://litrpgforge.com/ A couple of other authors and I started a merch store!Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. It would mean the world if you gave it a visit. If you see anything you like, Please buy it! All proceeds go towards helping indie authors like me one day achieve the dream of actually doing this for a living. Happy holidays! Hopefully, when I next post on Monday, I''ll be one kid richer. And again, thank you guys for all of the support, comments, and ratings. They have made writing and sharing this story So Much Fun. You guys are the best. B2 Ch. 19 Training Day Kindle ruffled her feathers on Tilly¡¯s shoulder, ¡°Cheep!¡± She cried in anger eyeing the giant towering above her. Gorock''s eyes shifted in confusion and dilated at the sight of the little chick. He identified the creature and then his goat scowl/smile returned in full force. ¡°You will be very fierce I think burning one... but not for a while yet! BWAHAHA.¡± He answered before bellowing out a laugh that was completely unrestrained by the lack of any discernible humor. Tilly turned his head at the creaking sound of a cart and saw a laborer wheeling a mountain of wooden scraps over to the end of the troughs. He dumped them out with quick and economic movements before turning to go back the way he came. ¡°Just a second Gorock.¡± He called, rushing over to the pile. The still-laughing Wall Breaker just waved him on, winding down from his amusement. Tilly called a thanks over to the laborer but if he heard he didn''t turn from his route back to the bustling construction going on all over the valley. Tilly used his foot to shift over a campfire-sized bunch of wood, and then enflamed his foot, shoving it into the pile on the packed dirt of the grounds. It took about ten seconds before it was burning merrily. ¡°Don¡¯t take too long playing with your fire Baby-Man! Gorock is very busy.¡± his booming voice called from the sparring area, "I have many bones to break today." ¡°Here you go, little lady. This should hold you over while I¡­ practice fighting.¡± Tilly whispered, plucking the chick from his shoulder and lowering her into the fire. As he reached down, Kindle eyed him, and Tilly felt the image of her little claws float to the top of his mind. ¡°No thanks, girl. I''ll be fine. It may not look like it, but I am almost one hundred percent sure that guy over there is a friend.¡± He answered lowering her into the fire. He was surprised to feel his hands begin to burn as they interacted with fire not produced by his Mana, but his armor quickly responded, covering his hands with Sun Salamander-hide gloves. Neat. Kindle, however, had no problem with the different source of heat, fluffing her down coat and beginning to preen happily as flames licked all around her form. She scratched a little circle before settling down amidst the burning wood. ¡°Baby-Man!¡± Gorock called again, his voice having moved from amused to frustrated faster than a toddler denied their snack. ¡°Just call over if you need something.¡± Tilly said hurriedly, before turning around and jogging towards his ¡®teacher¡¯ for the day. ¡°Keep your pants on, Gorock! And don''t give me any more shit about being busy! I bet if you weren¡¯t here, they would send you to carry stone at the wall build.¡± Tilly called as he approached, pulling loose his hatchets and twirling them with all the bravado he did not feel. ''This is going to suck, Might as well charge into it blades out.'' ¡°GOOD!¡± Gorock boomed, laying aside his shield and weapons and gesturing an invitation to Tilly with open hands, before assuming a boxer stance. ¡°Come at me Baby-Man. Use all your tricks and fire and we will see who gives the healer a harder time! HAHAHA,¡± He finished with another burst of disturbing goat laughter. The combination brought to mind a deep human baritone and the sound of a screaming goat. The weapons lying on the ground at Gorock''s feet screamed of supreme confidence... and Tilly just shrugged. He was man enough to understand that he would need every advantage he could get, and if this was what the others thought would help him advance the fastest... he would give it his all. Without further hesitation, he set alight and launched both hatchets, charging almost immediately behind them to the sound of Gorock¡¯s bellow of excitement. ¡­ Twenty minutes later both combatants lay on the ground surrounded by charred dirt and splattered blood. Tilly groaned as he tried to take another breath, the now familiar feeling of fractured ribs grating excruciatingly against his lungs. On top of that, he was pretty sure one of his forearms was shattered. Oh, and his ankle was swollen beyond recognition. Gorock lay a few feet away taking short breaths interspersed with giggling fits. His body was covered in burns and he sported several already closing shallow wounds from Tilly¡¯s hatchets. He sat up wiping his eyes, tears of laughter threatening to pool and spill down from his large oblong-iris eyes. ¡°Baby-Man, that was the most fun I¡¯ve had in weeks! Are you ready to keep going?¡± he said, his monstrous constitution already undoing the waxy edges of his biggest patches of burned skin. Tilly groaned in answer, looking up at his Mana and Health. Health: 42% Mana: 3% ¡°No-..ugh. Not going to be¡­ ready for a while.¡±If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement. Tilly rolled his head over painfully and spotted Kindle fast asleep in the smoldering ashes of the campfire he had made her. Despite everything he smiled. At least someone was having a good time this morning. ¡°Now young one, you take the big stupid one. I''ll handle the smaller, slightly less stupid one.¡± A voice called from outside Tilly¡¯s range of vision. It took a second, but the cultured voice and clipped tone of disapproval keyed him into the owner just before a cascade of healing fire washed over him. A comforting warmth suffused his form, concentrating on the places he was most injured. There the warmth heated until it was just south of painful, like slipping into a hot tub on a cold day. A stinging sensation accompanied the reknitting of his bones and restoring of bruised flesh and he watched in fascination as his Health rapidly climbed back to 100%. With a moan of relief, he sat up, just as the priestess cast another Ability on him and the slow refilling of his mana started to ramp up to a flood. Before he knew it, he was completely topped off. But all of that faded out of his immediate attention as his eyes fell on a strikingly familiar young satyr woman casting over Gorock. She had to be in her mid-teens and something about her face tickled Tilly¡¯s memory like a mental itch. Yet, he couldn¡¯t recall meeting a girl of that age in any of his travels so far on Nephesh. She was wearing priestess robes of a much simpler quality than Erash''s and held a plain scepter in her hands. Level 3 Priestess of Origin¡¯s Flame He continued to stare in muddled confusion and the young priestess looked up from her focused casting on Gorock to catch him watching. A rosy blush started on her neck and crept up her cheeks as she quickly looked back down. Then in a quiet voice, she said, ¡°Hello again Mr. Tillman.¡± Tilly cocked his head, her face maddeningly familiar and yet he could not recall meeting anyone lik- ¡°A Phoenix!¡± Erash shouted, rushing over to the still-sleeping bird before turning back toward Tilly incredulously. ¡°And Bonded at that? Human, how did you get your hands on a Mythic Elemental?¡± Tilly tore his eyes away from the girl to answer Erash¡¯s question when Gorock spoke over him while climbing to his feet. ¡°I didn-¡± ¡°The Fire loves our Little Human! You should see what a glorious bomb he makes. It is obviously a gift from our Fire God, healer. Now, no more questions! I am teaching him how real warriors fight!¡± Gorock called shaking out his arms in readiness. Looking back and forth between the girl, Gorock, and Erash, Tilly got to his feet as well, dusting off his now fully healed limbs. ¡°Yeah. That is pretty much it, I think.¡± Tilly muttered before turning back to the young priestess, ¡°I¡¯m sorry, have we met?¡± The girl''s blush grew brighter as she attempted to stutter out a response, ¡°I saw¡­ You healed¡­ When-¡± ¡°Oh come on girl!¡± Erash interjected in frustration. ¡°You are the only one this Deity has chosen as a full Priestess. Please try and act like you have some backbone.¡± Then turning towards Tilly, ¡°It is my understanding that you purified this girl, and in doing so, you unlocked an Ability by whatever means your class and Mantle possess. It is my theory that this imbued her with enough potential to qualify as a candidate.¡± She said, hurrying through the explanation. Then turning back to the fire, she slowed her speech to a more thoughtful pace. ¡°As to the elemental-¡± ¡°Her name is Kindle.¡± Tilly interrupted absently, staring at the girl as the pieces came together. ¡°Yes, well, as to ¡®Kindle¡¯. You will continue to feed her as much heat and flame as she asks for. Then report to me on her stages of growth. This is an unprecedented opportunity to learn about the-¡± ¡°Sorry ma''am, but I¡¯m not reporting shit to you.¡± He interrupted, looking back at the Priestess in frustration, ¡°Look, I appreciate what you did for Hiro yesterday, and if you have any questions, feel free to ask. But if you expect me to jump at your every demand, it''s going to be a long year of service.¡± He growled looking the Erash in the eyes. Somewhere behind him, Gorock let out an explosive sigh, dropping his arms in disappointment at what was obviously going to be more talking and less fighting. Tilly continued to stare as Erash bit back a scathing response and looked down at the phoenix with something that might have been envy. ¡°Very well. I will be checking in on both of you when I see you each morning. This is an immense privilege you have been given Mr. Tillman. I hope you take it seriously.¡± Before Tilly could respond, a small voice interrupted from Gorock¡¯s side, ¡°Mr. Tillman, I snuck up to the temple last night. I know I am too young to get a class, but I wanted to help. I hoped that the one who had given you the power to save me would be able to do something.¡± she spoke up hesitantly, as she looked up and saw that he was listening, she went on, ¡°I was offered something called a Covenant. I gave up the rest of my childhood and the possibility of ever taking another class. In return, I am the only other member of the Alliance that has been offered anything above the rank of acolyte to the Temple.¡± She concluded, growing bolder as she finished telling her story. ¡°Why would yo-¡± Tilly tried to ask but Gorock had had enough. ¡°Gah! Talk later. Now we fight!¡± He bellowed, stomping his foot and lifting his fists into a boxing stance once again. The young Priestess immediately began to back away from the sparring area, but even as she retreated, she called over, ¡°Don¡¯t worry about me, Mr. Tillman. It was my choice and now I have a Rare class with the possibility of even greater opportunities in the future. Plus, I think we both know that my childhood ended before I met you... At least now I have a chance to do something to help those who I care about.¡± She said as she backed away to Erash''s side. Sorrow welled up in him as he watched Erash put a hand on the girl''s shoulder and lead her to other sparring areas. There was no doubt that what she was doing was incredibly brave... but the small part of his heart that had been a father ached at the thought of the little girl giving up the rest of her childhood. Channeling the heady mix of feelings into resolve, he turned back to Gorock. In the face of her determination... he couldn''t do anything but his best. ¡°Alright, you big goat! All I have been hearing from you is whining. That''s real funny considering you keep calling me a baby...¡± He called out, summoning his hatchets back to his hands, and wreathing his whole body with flame. ¡°HA!¡± Gorock shouted in delight, before charging forward in response. B2 Ch. 20 Boot Camp. The rest of that morning was every bit as brutal as Tilly imagined it would be. Erash had to stop by a couple more times to put him back together, but by the end of the morning, Tilly entered into meditation with a lot to process and even more understanding about the shortcomings and potential of his build. Ideas that had begun to form over the couple of sparring sessions with Ichiro, solidified as he smashed them against the massive brick house that was Gorock. Against swarm and mob-type enemies, he ended up filling more of a DPS role, using his flames and especially his bonus against Corruption to devastating effect. However, the dynamic needed to completely change if he was facing a single, much stronger opponent. That was doubly true for his sparring partners, who were affected by his fire as if it was just normal flame, negating the bonus that he had come to take for granted. That¡¯s not to say that his flames had no effect. Over the course of the morning, Tilly started to see the power of the stacking aspect of his ability against an opponent who had more of a tendency to tank his hits than to dodge. By the end of their final session, Gorock was covered by smaller but still smoldering wounds that continued to damage him long after Tilly was incapacitated. Of course, all of this was only possible against a weaponless Gorock. That was ok with Tilly though, he doubted he was expected to be able to beat the Wall Breaker especially this early in his training. Rather, this pairing was probably chosen to force him to adapt his style to the other end of the spectrum of opponents he might face. Against an opponent like Gorock, he would have to move more into a Dodge/Tank role. He wasn¡¯t nearly fast enough to fulfill the role yet, but leaning into his flame abilities to distract and wound rather than deal big hits seemed to be what would work best. Eventually, as he grew, his Dexterity would begin to stand out, but until then, he would have to be extra tricky to stay alive. Along that line of thought, he had even started popping random flashes of flame on other parts of his body during combat to try and make his movements more confusing to follow. For his trouble he had eaten a couple of thick knuckle sandwiches, but not before causing Gorcock to flinch one or two times. Against such an experienced combatant, he would take that as a win. Tilly returned to the field after meditation and lunch, which he made sure included a fresh stack of burning wood for the hungry Phoenix chick. She was definitely in her infant stage of development and seemed content to eat and sleep as much as possible. But when the next training patrol of Ranger trainees gathered, Kindle peeped excitedly and settled onto Tilly''s shoulder for the next portion of the training. Nyuk met the group and explained that Kuro had been out all morning patrolling, and Ichiro would lead another group out that night. The squad Tilly was standing with had all once owned a class that involved either a ranged weapon or spending a lot of time in the forest. When news came that new classes were available to those who had not been offered them initially, they all had made the journey to the temple. This, however, meant that everyone, including Nyuk, was missing some key aspects of a Ranger tool set. Nyuk explained that he knew the forest well, but his ranged weapon skill was barely half of what Tilly had on his sheet. This meant that, instead of instructing, Nyuk simply participated as others from the group demonstrated essential skills for the Ranger build. He assigned a trapper to teach the basics of stealth and a hunter to instruct on ranged weapon basics. The close combat however, he led himself, highlighting the differences between fighting a humanoid opponent with a weapon and facing down one of the denizens of the forest. He had numerous stories from his time in the logging camp, and Tilly began to realize that the two Hiro had selected to join him on his suicide mission had actually been the best suited in the village to see him to the Corrupted temple and back again. After the basics, but before they left for the forest, they moved through the newly constructed obstacle course, made at the edges of the grounds for dexterity-focused builds. Some of the challenges in the course would have been impossible for any normal human without any additional variables. But Nyuk insisted they navigate the course while carrying their weapons at the ready. Even the ex-Hunter of the group had trouble scaling the wall and crawling through tunnels while keeping his bow in hand. Once everyone made it through the course, Nyuk informed them that in a couple of days, they would advance to attempting the course while being fired upon by the other Ranger trainees. Then mid-course, they would have to pinpoint the threat and fire back while still navigating obstacles. This would increase several skills at once, and while it sounded like another way to gain puncture wounds, Tilly couldn¡¯t help but look forward to it. At Level 16, his Axe Throwing skill was the third highest in the group, and he was the only one used to releasing projectiles on the move. Tilly found himself enjoying this aspect of training much more than he expected as he pushed his new body and stats to the limits of speed and fluidity while keeping one of his hatchets in hand. In fact, the only one who seemed to enjoy the course more than Tilly was Kindle, who trilled in excitement, clinging to Tilly as he moved over, under, and through the obstacles at increasing speeds. When Nyuk announced it was time to leave, she let out a peep of disappointment, before being hushed by Tilly. They picked up rations on the way out and moved off to the edge of the valley, entering the forest and hiking another mile to the boundary of their territory. This was the first time Tilly got to see the edge of the Boon¡¯s effect himself. Goosebumps ridged the skin on his forearms as he watched a breeze move through the trees around him, only to stop at an invisible line twenty feet farther up the mountain. Past that point, everything seemed frozen¡­ Well not frozen exactly, Tilly caught sight of a branch falling in the distance and watched in fascination as it descended to the ground as if slowly lowered on a rope. Looking up, Tilly caught sight of a tan-furred squirrel the size of a dog slowly arcing through the air away from where the branch had just fallen. If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. ¡°To them, we are moving at 24 times our normal speed. Our voices sound like a high-pitched whine, and as long as we keep moving, our forms will be blurred with speed. But for our purposes, none of that matters. We will spread out in pairs, and follow this border toward the sunset. You are to stay completely hidden from the rest of the patrol as we move, and in the future, all patrols will move in pairs. ¡°The goal is to train stealth and get you as familiar with this forest and mountain range as possible, tomorrow we will have the night shift and set up camp.¡± ¡­ Tilly collapsed into bed that night, only to get up and do it all again the next day. His days were a blur of pain, exhaustion and slowly increasing Skills. Through it all, he squeezed his proportionally high Endurance for all it was worth, training under or against people two or three times his level and milking the skill-leveling bonus for all it was worth. His crazy proportioned Endurance stat showed its mettle the first time Tilly took an arrow from a distant patrolling Ranger trainee. It felt like he had taken a moderate punch from a small fist¡­ but the arrowhead didn''t even break the skin. Compared to a swing from Gorock, or a blade strike from Ichiro, the attack seemed almost laughable. That was until Kuro chewed him out loudly, telling him the point of the exercise was to be unseen, not become a ¡°smiling-idiot-target.¡± He punctuated his point with several bow shots, hitting Tilly¡¯s back with considerably more force. The blows against his back felt much stronger, but still didn¡¯t break his skin¡­ The ex- Logger was considerably stronger than the other trainees, but until his Archery skill improved, he wouldn¡¯t be able to leverage it very much. Each morning they would pair him up with a sparring partner, or partners, and have him fight with different limitations. Sometimes, he was up against a group of twenty of the new soldiers, evading being cornered and taking as many out of the fight as possible before he was incapacitated. In these matches, it was more about anticipating group dynamics and causing maximum chaos than it was about avoiding hits, most of which could no longer hurt him from the lower-level combatants. On other mornings, he would be paired against one or two much more skilled opponents. These sessions focused more on adapting to different combat styles and an overall sharpening of his combat senses than his ability to deal damage against a mob. When it came to the Bastion veterans or a few of the other elites of their force, Tilly was still taking grievous wounds after each sparring session. Erash or Aurelia (the young priestess who had supernaturally been aged into her class) would inevitably have to stop by his sparring area three or four times before the morning was done. Each time they made sure Tilly''s Health was topped off and he had plenty of Mana to keep going. He couldn¡¯t say it got any easier, but he did experience his mind slowly hardening to the pain and shock of what would have been debilitating injuries in his old life. In this world, a single broken extremity was barely an excuse to rest. Instead, he found that with his Endurance, even when his mind was screaming at him to stop, he could push his body far past what it should be capable of, especially in instances of injury or exhaustion. The meditation helped with this immensely, and he found his Will intervening for him in times of immense duress more and more often. With it, he was able to leap forward to capitalize on an opening, even with a shattered femur, or turn away strikes that should have demolished his guard. His Strength was dismal, and he avoided a direct contest in the stat whenever possible, but having one more option to shore it up in combat was a welcome surprise. He didn¡¯t see the white flame again, but he could feel himself becoming a much more dangerous combatant as his hard limits became malleable through the combination of his emerging combat instinct and his disproportionate Endurance. He also found his skill levels advancing at an astonishing rate, even with the boon accounted for, and when he took Ichiro aside to ask him about it, the lapin had just winked. Clearly, there was more to this meditation style than just a ¡°family technique¡±. His patrols with the Rangers pushed his non-combat skills hard as well. They began moving in long lines along the border, separated by twenty or thirty feet and tried just as hard to spot each other as they did any threats to the Alliance. This was made even more harrowing by the live-fire policy the instructors had put in place. This boosted their distance combat skill and stealth gains immensely, but it also resulted in Tilly frequently putting his new First Aid skill to use. Most unempowered distance attacks did little against his Endurance, but for other trainees they were devastating. Tilly found himself carrying an entire extra bag of bandages and supplies when they went out to compensate. Not that he could heal anyone, but he was slowly coming to terms with the fact that it didn¡¯t really matter on Nephesh. His skill level was high enough to cancel any normal active debuff besides Internal Bleeding, and once the ongoing damage was taken care of, he found his patients recovering enough to walk in an hour at most. Not that injury changed the exercise. Nyuk, Kuro, and Ichiro insisted on continuing even while carrying the injured. In fact, they would frequently elect the best at stealth, or distance attacks to carry the wounded, further handicapping them and pushing their skill gains even higher. After twenty grueling days of almost non-stop training Tilly¡¯s Skills had skyrocketed.
-Forestcraft level 12 > 18 -Identify level 17 > 19 -Cooking level 12 -Beginner Hatchet level 14 > 28 -Animal Processing level 9 -Stealth level 7 > 18 -Herb Lore Level 2 > 5 -Ax Throwing Level 16 > 30 -Dual-Wielding (Hatchets) Level 11 > 24 -Spirit Walk Level 14 -Meditation Level 7 > 12 -First Aid, Level 35 > 38
B2 Ch. 21 A Dark Horizon Tilly wasn¡¯t the only one with impressive gains during this time. The few thousand refugees and lapins that had chosen the Flame''s Watch class drilled relentlessly. They kept an intense rolling schedule of 8-hour shifts around the clock. Eight hours of training, eight of rest, and eight guarding the wall construction in the gap. There, Hiro stood vigil against the eventual reprisal of the enemy, but thankfully only occasional groups of Corrupted Strigoi were spotted from the new fortification over the first twenty days of the Boon. No further elites were spotted. Whatever hierarchy that existed in this new Faction, it needed more than a dozen hours to organize the next investigation into our territory. After the first ten days and almost 80 hours of training, the one hundred fighter units could almost seamlessly move between several of the formations Tilly had seen the Bastions employ in defense of the front gates of the capitol. Then they began sparring drills in earnest along with ¡®mock¡¯ battles, turning the practice area outside the city into a proving ground of sweat and blood. The ¡°mock¡± battles between units pushed the few Acolytes of Flame to their limits and frequently required Erash¡¯s intervention to restore a unit to full health so they could continue training. Most units had a Bastion veteran at its head, with the ten best soldiers in the unit elected as squad leaders. The unit instructors were brutal in their training, inflicting wounds as often as yelling at those who they felt needed discipline. Yet, even this was mild compared to the rotations where Gorock faced off against one of the units himself. The Wall Breaker proved his name over and over, shattering shields and formations alike. He held nothing back, nearly killing many of his opponents despite the close supervision of Erash. Nothing impressed on Tilly just how abnormal his Endurance was for his level more than watching Gorock shatter every bone in the body of a level 21 Flame''s Watch soldier who hesitated in bringing up his shield before a sudden charge by the Wall Breaker. Erash had been called over to another sparring field, and the acolytes simply weren¡¯t strong enough to reverse the damage before he bled out, leaving the soldier to shudder out a few last weak gasping breaths. Tilly had rushed over, but even at level 38, First Aid was completely useless against so many eviscerated internal organs. This small tragedy didn''t impede the mock battle at all. The whole unit continued to try and wound Gorock to end the exercise. This is not to say that they were unaware, Tilly observed with hard eyes that none of the others failed to bring their shield to bear in the following attacks from the Wall Breaker. Tilly thought about saying something to the Bastion in the heat of the moment¡­ but he was finally learning some restraint. Conditions like this would have been atrocious back home, but here, facing extinction, it was just seen as a necessary loss in the process of survival. Tilly didn¡¯t have to like it, but he was done dying on small hills when they clearly faced a far greater enemy. This intense preparation almost immediately began to show its worth as the frequency of enemy appearances beyond the wall began to increase. A leaderless group of Corrupted Strigoi were more like beasts than any sort of sentient social group. As soon as they spotted the wall being built in the distance, they would immediately sprint towards it attacking the closest living beings with abandon. Shuji postulated that at lower levels this class was driven by an insatiable hunger, and was not capable of normal intelligence. This caused them to disregard numbers and fortifications each time they charged, howling in glee, maws slathered with black-flecked drool at the appearance of new prey. Hiro treated these groups as intense leveling opportunities for the units stationed with him at the wall. He refused to intervene in the fights if the group of Strigoi was less than ten strong, and even then, he would only intervene if a soldier''s life was on the line. Each Strigoi was more than a match for three or four of the Alliance¡¯s new soldiers, but this only pushed their unit tactics and skills to new levels as they faced a dire threat together. The Corrupted Vampiric race was freakishly strong despite their emaciated forms and black ichor oozed from their claws and mouths like venom, making any strike a life threat. A Priestess was always called after these fights to cleanse the Corruption left in wounds now that every strike taken from an enemy resulted in infection. Thankfully, the new Flame''s Watch class came with some inherent resistance to the infection slowing the infection''s spread noticeably, and very few soldiers came close to full consumption before the Priestess''s arrival. ¡­ After twenty days of this brutal rotation of battle and training, the Three-Fold Alliance could field a force much more combat-hardened than any commander on Earth could have ever dreamed of. The new Ranger force averaged at level 20, but this number was intentionally deceptive, due to the uncommonly high skill levels each member of the new Ranger corps hid behind his or her low level. The average Flame''s Watch soldier had a more balanced power display, averaging level 32 with the benefit of experience gains from real combat at the wall construction site. Even Kindle had started growing lustrous azure and white feathers. She couldn¡¯t yet glide, but she could now light the fire of her own meals. Tilly had to keep a close eye on her after she had decided to have a ¡°midnight¡± snack in his little room around day 8 of training. As hopeful as the population had been at the onset of building a new home, the reality of Nephesh¡¯s nature was not lost on any of them. While many were still working toward the development of logistical necessities for a population of their size, the evidence of preparation for war was everywhere. Everyone who had even the barest skill in smithing was working around the clock to equip the new force with some sort of consistent kit. The quarry with a mine in its depths was alive day and night with the sound of workers swinging away to loosen more of the land''s precious bounty. Car-sized blocks of stone were transported as soon as they were cut and rapidly transitioned by groups of a special class called Teamsters. Masons would receive a new block and get it into place making sure it fit seamlessly with the design. Franklin was based at the wall around the clock, diverting the river, and assisting with ice-constructed scaffolding whenever they started on a new section. Tilly even spotted Amelia a few times on patrol, doing something at the Boon¡¯s boundary. She was wielding a new staff with a green crystal on its end, channeling what felt to be impressive amounts of mana into the plants lining the invisible barrier. This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. He thought about breaking protocol to go speak to her, but almost as if he could read minds, Ichiro had slid up next to him and asked him not to interfere. ¡°The High Priestess and Miss Cooper have devised a very clever protection for our unwalled boundary that should give us time to respond if anything tries to approach from a more circumspect angle. But from my understanding, it is very difficult. Perhaps it would be best if you let her continue. ¡± They only had two days left on the Boon when the enemy''s true reprisal appeared on the horizon. The disappearance of what had added up to over a thousand Strigoi had not gone unnoticed. By the time the sun set outside the boundary on the twenty-second hour of outer time, the enemy''s full response had materialized. Training was called to a halt and Tilly, along with the rest of the elites of the Three-Fold Alliance was called to the wall for an emergency conference. Meeting on top of the seventy-foot fortification, they surveyed the enemy in grim silence. The wall had nearly been completed, twenty feet thick with a four-foot layer of ice coating the enemy-facing surface of the structure. The field in front of them was choked with a delta of muddy tributaries as the aptly named Silver River poured out its contents endlessly from under the wall into the down-sloped fields of withered grass and sparse, stunted trees. The only things left to be constructed were the stairs leading off the back. In his old life, Tilly would have considered this an impregnable fortification¡­ But now facing a horizon that had turned as dark as a stormy sea, it didn''t seem like nearly enough. Even Tilly, with the heads of his hatchets, knew he could scale the walls given a little time. He doubted it would be able to do anything but slow down any warriors the vampiric Faction would be able to field. The wall would be an impediment, nothing more, but one he would much rather have than not. ¡°Shuji, is there anything else you can tell us?¡± Hiro asked in a quiet but intense voice. ¡°I¡¯m afraid not, with our teleport still down, we are cut off from any information networks I might use, and without a base of one of the larger continent-spanning factions¡­ we are limited in our abilities to gain any further knowledge of our foe.¡± ¡°Erash, have your people faced anything like them?¡± Linus followed turning to face the grim High Priestess as she muttered under her breath and watched the distant army like a coiled snake. She answered Linus without turning from their dark ranks. ¡°No, Consul. My nation is a special case, balanced within ourselves and constantly at war with each other. Aside from my education in the various magics, I would not have heard of Vampirism at all¡­ But perhaps there is something I can do.¡± She followed up thoughtfully, lifting her staff and beginning to mutter under her breath again as the air in front of the group shivered just beyond the edge of the wall. Then, raising her voice with a final authoritative declaration, she thumped her staff on the ground, and the blurriness in front of them snapped into clarity, displaying a huge lens of air that focused in on the enemy line ten or twenty miles away like it was only a hundred feet. ¡°Do not try and Identify, it will give away the scrying. Instead, wait a moment and I will display what my Abilities tell me.¡± She added in hurriedly, as the seemingly endless horde of enemies gradually came into sharp relief. Tilly had to fight to turn off his now almost unconscious use of the skill that had become so central to his life on Nephesh. Before him, masses of enemies came into view, and at first, Tilly thought the makeup of the force thundering toward them in slow motion was arrayed at random. But as Erash panned the view to survey the force, a pattern started to emerge, one that was only confirmed by the slowly populating identifiers that appeared within the circle over the different warrior class types. The most numerous were the same kind of creatures they had already been facing in sporadic attacks on the wall. But as he focused in to look at one in particular, a line of information popped up next to the identifier, and Tilly¡¯s eyes widened at what must have been Erash¡¯s high-level skills and abilities at work. Level 35 Strigoi - Base soldier of the Ravenous Horde - used as scouts or fodder. As the view continued to pan, Tilly began to spot another kind of soldier. For about every fifty of the emaciated bald nightmares, there were huge bloated caricatures of the same creature, standing alone in little islands of emptiness. Tilly wondered why until one of them snatched up a normal Strigoi who had wandered too close. It shoved the struggling creature into its oversized mouth and chomped down ferociously. Level 47 Strigoi Flesh Bag - Base shock troops of the Ravenous Horde, protected by thick layers of putrified flesh - used for damage absorption. Then there were the stringy-haired elites Nyuk had mentioned, the first of the Horde Tilly had seen wearing any sort of armor. Level 75 Strigoi Consumer - Elite troops of the Ravenous Horde, typically charged with commanding one to five hundred base members of the Horde. - used as unit command, and mage search and destroy. Then suddenly the slow panning by Erash¡¯s ability hit a huge break in the formation and moved along empty land for a hundred or so yards before stopping at two figures. As it beheld them, the ability started to strain and bend under the pressure exuded by the targets. The first figure was a giant version of the Flesh Bags. It towered a story and a half over the second figure and was almost as wide as it was tall, glacially lumbering forward on elephantine legs draped with grotesque layers of still-bleeding flesh. Its huge maw crammed full of teeth was even more disturbing for its proportional largeness in comparison with the rest of the body. Level 98 Dimitrov The All-Consuming - ??? The second figure was almost human in size if skeletal, but it was difficult to tell due to the layers of black tattered cloth it had draped itself in. Level 84 Vamp- Tilly watched as the populating text suddenly stopped, and chillingly, even bound in the context of one twenty-fourth the speed of normal existence, the figure¡¯s head whipped up to stare right at them. Its face was wrapped with what looked to be blood-soaked bandages, but its eyes and mouth were left visible. Seeming to somehow spot their little group, Its thin lips parted in a horrifying parody of a smile, revealing two-inch-long teeth set in double rows. Dead fishlike eyes glittered in amusement, and Tilly¡¯s feet were suddenly stuck to the stone as those eyes started to glow red, and screaming started to crash into Tilly¡¯s consciousness. He felt twin trails of wetness cutting down his cheeks and his throat grew raw. The figure''s presence pushed through Erash''s Ability, and some sort of mental connection was formed between the observers and the observed. The blue and green runes forming the outer edge of the spell started to warp and twist, as a rust-colored energy filled them. Tilly hardly saw any of this as the force of the figure''s stare continued to slam into him, drowning his consciousness with a will unlike anything he had ever felt. The Corruption in Tilly¡¯s side writhed in glee as all of Tilly¡¯s hard-fought mental defenses crumbled and a despair as deep as the ocean drowned Tilly¡¯s mind in an animal-like panic. Its tendrils began to encircle his heart and lungs, reaching into his extremities, eager to take control. Those eyes took in the group on the wall and found them wanting, as the bandaged figure poured all of its hatred and terrible hunger into their minds and hearts. Then another voice rose above the screaming. Harsh words filled with a potent mix of defiance and authority hit the spell circle that had almost entirely shifted to a muddy reddish color, shredding it and breaking the magical connection. Tilly collapsed onto the floor, his figure not the only one to have found a boneless relief on the cold surface of quiet stone. B2 Ch. 22 Whispering Eye. A soft muttering filled his consciousness like a pleasant conversation overheard from the next room, and the darkness receded. Tilly¡¯s eyes flickered open to find Erash standing over him concerned, her perfect features marred by two red stains running from her tear ducts past her chin and down her neck. The pleasant feeling left him as her magic returned to the flame on top of her staff, leaving his mind feeling black, and somehow twisted in on itself. Even flashes of what had just happened to him, left him feeling like a used garbage bag. Kindle ruffled her almost complete coat of feathers in concern and cooed questioningly near his face, her bright blue eyes looking deeply into his. She sent an impression of a predator and taking shelter. Honestly, Tilly couldn¡¯t agree more in that moment. ¡°Jonathan Tillman, are you alright?¡± Erash called¡­ and Tilly realized this was not the first time she had asked. He noticed she still stood above him with her staff ready. Tilly struggled for an answer, his thoughts slow and thick. Eventually, he focused on his HUD and his blood froze in his veins. Corruption¡¯s Influence: 34% Shit. Shit. Shit. Tilly''s mind seemed stuck on a horrified loop as the reality of his situation tried and failed to sink in. Kindle trilled in concern, rubbing her head into his hair in an abortive attempt at comfort, but Tilly was too dazed to take it in. All of his meditation, all his work, trampled by that¡­ thing. 10% of his agency, gone in an instant. He mutely lifted his hand to the wetness running down his face from his eyes, nose, and ears. Whatever that was¡­ it had fucked him up good. ¡°I¡¯m still me¡­ if that is what you are asking.¡± He groaned out slowly, looking at the red smeared across his palm after his unsuccessful attempt to wipe some of it away. Erash nodded in relief, straightening up and looking around at the others who, with the exception of Hiro, seemed to have undergone a similar if less intense trial. ¡°That was mind magic on a level I have never experienced, and that is saying something. I am sorry for not anticipating this reprisal, this failure is unacceptable.¡± She uttered with a slightly lost look in her eyes, addressing the group in apology. ¡°I could hav-¡± ¡°We needed more information, and you gave us much more than we could have hoped. I would rather face an attack like this now than in the coming battle with no warning.¡± Hiro interrupted gruffly, hand on his sword, as he stood at the edge of the wall, observing the coming enemy. ¡°Well, whatever that thing was, my Corruption¡¯s Influence increased by another ten percent,¡± Tilly spat bitterly. getting to his feet and pulling up his stats and new debuff and buff numbers. Status Effects: Minor Corruption [Hidden] -24% wisdom +16% strength That put his Strength at 15.8 and his Wisdom at 13.68. He swung his arms around gingerly, feeling the new coiled strength that the interwoven tendrils had added to his shoulder and thighs. The network had begun to stretch into his extremities and lend its unwanted power to his movements. At the same time, he could feel the increased drain on his mana refill, as the infection arduously took and converted a portion of Tilly''s power to continue its invasive growth. Ichiro turned toward the group as if just now noticing them, having been lost in his thoughts and whatever his eyes were showing him above the coming battlefield, ¡°I am afraid that whatever power that creature is wielding, it is melded almost perfectly with the Abomination¡¯s taint. I could see the weave itself unraveling as its influence touched us.¡± Ichiro added as he wiped the blood from his face. ¡°Well¡­What is¡­ our plan?¡± One of the honu elders asked, her voice heavy with the weight of what they faced, her lined face showing only the faintest evidence of the mental attack. Hiro considered their words, still looking out over the wall at the far distant Horde, slowed to a crawl by the magical haste of the Boon. ¡°With this new information, we have a chance to structure our defense and maximize our advantages. The fact that they have a class dedicated as ¡®fodder¡¯ tells me that they will spend their superior numbers to weaken us, and then strike with their elites to take out any magical support we have. They outnumber us ten to one. But with the time Origin¡¯s Boon has bought us, we have gained a far superior position.¡± Then he turned from the edge of the wall and looked back at Tilly. ¡°None of this changes the ultimate outcome of this fight. We will fight defensively, and be ground down by their least valuable troops until they can break us wide open. As it stands now, without support from other parts of the continent, without the ability to resupply, and without the bonus of a Standing Army there is no chance for victory.¡± He declared with finality, his hard eyes boring into Tilly. ¡°We need that Facet. Jonathan Tillman, is there not anything else you can do to locate it?¡± ¡°I have tried playing through the memories of my encounter with it during meditation but found nothing there. I think I have seen it a few more times in my dreams, but I can¡¯t remember any of them when I wake. I have even gone to the temple a few times, but all that I get is the same flame and altar experience as everyone else¡­I¡¯m sorry, but I don¡¯t think I have made any progress on that front.¡± Then Ichiro¡¯s eyes snapped up, ¡°Did you not say that after the explosion in the battle before the capital gates, you gained a Spiritual skill? Have you tried it since arriving here?¡± ¡°No, I have been so focused on combat and survival it didn¡¯t-¡± Then Tilly smacked his bloody hand on his forehead. ¡°The threads! The last time I activated Spirit Walk, I was able to follow a thread to the Facet¡¯s location. But it disappeared after the nexus closed. I should have thought of this earlier.¡± He growled at himself, settling back down into a seated position, while Kindle hopped around him curiously.Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. ¡°Cheep?¡± The whole group was focused on him now, and as he started to deepen his breathing, he explained, ¡°I¡¯m going to meditate and then activate the skill, hopefully, those two will synergize and I will be able to get you more information. I''m going to try and find whatever connection I stumbled upon last time I was in my Spirit Form. ¡± Tilly explained as his breathing fell into a rhythm that had become almost second nature after hours of daily practice over the last weeks. He fell deeper into his meditative state and the group around him began to split off, planning for the coming assault. Their words drifted in and out of his consciousness as he settled himself into a state of acceptance and calm. ¡°Food is no longer a problem, but we will need to establish a supply depot...¡± ¡°We will rotate two Units at a time at the edge of the wall, three deep, and hold the Bastions in reserve for any breaks, along with two of the three squads of rang...¡± Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Hold Finally, when he was fully settled into his circumstance and had worked through accepting his body and the changes it had just experienced, he activated Spirit Walk. The disjointed feeling of moving sideways through physical space to enter into something parallel but not the same still somehow felt nauseating. Nonetheless, Tilly¡¯s spirit detached from his body, and looked down to find the thread connecting him back to his physical form had grown much thicker. It now looked to be a complicated braid of fibers made up of¡­ well, himself. Or at least whatever he was made up of in his spiritual form. He looked down at his ghostly body and found that, unlike the tether back to his body, his spiritual form had not improved since the battle. But it seemed that the meditation had helped him ground his spiritual form back toward his physical state more securely. He knew instinctively that the added strength of this connection would make the return to his body much faster if he ever needed to cross great distances in his spiritual form again. He raised his spirit eyes from his bodily connection and looked around, finding everyone but Ichiro still engaged in planning as if nothing had changed. Ichiro was looking in Tilly¡¯s general direction with a middle-distance look in his eyes, and Tilly wondered how much he was seeing... He waved at the lapin, but got no response before turning to the advancing enemy. Tilly saw a dark chaotic cloud of writhing static accompanying their advance, like a stormhead rolling over the endless sky of the midwest United States. It was pure chaos... Unlike the feel of the blood ritual from the Nagas, which had been malignant but consistent form, this felt¡­ broken. Like it had once held its own pattern, but that pattern had dissolved and left behind a corrosive momentum of undoing. It gave the impression of the snapping of strings or the rusting of metal, moving through the existing order and undoing it. If Tilly could have shivered, he would have, realizing that in his spiritual form, he was just another pattern to be unwoven in the face of that cloud''s momentum. Thankfully at this distance, he couldn¡¯t pick out any specific signatures or forms in the advancing force and was glad he didn''t have to face the spiritual reflection of the owner of those insane red eyes. He shook his insubstantial head to try and focus, and assumed his meditative pose again, floating a couple of feet above his body. He couldn¡¯t breathe in this form, but something about sitting like this helped him concentrate. He also realized that closing his eyes did nothing to reduce the input of his surrounding environment. Nonetheless, he allowed himself to drift, taking in his surroundings without fighting them. A steady feeling of rightness was flowing past him from behind the wall, washing all the land in its presence. Tilly could tell the feeling originated from the Flame in the mountain. It felt warm, bright, and steady. Now that he noticed it, he had a hard time imagining what this place would be like without its presence. Almost as real as the wall under their feet, the formation of energy coming from the temple felt sturdy and ready to face the coming threat. He let the feeling of that strength wash over and through him, as his senses sharpened and he detected a glowing thread of light between him and the Flame. His awareness of the connection faded in and out and Tilly found it impossible to focus on it specifically. Like a figure you could see out of the corner of your eye, but was gone when you turned to look. This was made even more difficult by the ripples of corrosive force that emanated from the Vampiric Horde. Even at this distance, he could feel it trying to eat away at the boundaries of the Alliance¡¯s area of influence. Tilly floated there, trying to find a hint of something, anything that could lead them to the next Facet, another piece of Origin¡¯s influence on the plane. The longer he sat there, the more nuanced and layered his understanding of the effects of the environment on his spiritual self became. With the added benefit of his meditative introspection, he took in the spiritual realm around him, slowly gaining greater insights as his environment met the boundaries of his spiritual self. This form of him held no shadow of Corruption, which was encouraging, but as he focused on his physical body, he could feel the force of its anchor-like hold there. It was a sentient tumor, constantly broadcasting a tooth-grinding hatred paired with a bottomless hunger that even now was attempting to gnaw away at the edges of his body and soul. His awareness sunk deeper into his spirit self until he felt like he was observing the ¡°skin¡± of his spiritual form on a micro level. From his magnified perspective, he saw that the boundary layer of his spirit was woven from millions of tiny fibers and he understood that the tighter the weave the more resistant to outside influence he would become. This became clear to him as he watched different parts of the woven structure begin to unravel before the external pressures of the chaotic environment, before being renewed and firmed by another force. Every section that was undone and then restored was strengthened minutely, and he wondered if he was actively watching as his skill progressed in real time. The source of this restorative force had an unmistakable feel of ¡®otherness¡¯ to it. Unlike the pressure of the coming cloud of chaos and undoing, this energy washed over him subtly, on a different wavelength altogether. It kept fading before he could sense it directly, but Tilly continued to observe undaunted as his spiritual form was assaulted and then remade in a thousand minute battles of influence. At some point, he entered a dreamlike state of awareness, and the part of him that was only awake while he slept realized that these encounters were not random, but happening in sequence with a strange sort of rhythm. It was wild and almost unpredictable, but at the same time familiar. Tilly¡¯s spirit eyes popped open and he smiled. He had finally realized what he was seeing, or more specifically, hearing. Then, as if his realization turned on a switch, he was suddenly able to hear the music faintly surrounding him all over again. It called him to grow, thrive, and flourish. It was the very same melody that had perfused the hidden valley, and drawn him to the Flower in his encounter weeks ago. Tilly stopped trying to actively observe and instead started to listen, letting the effect of the restorative music wash over him. After an indeterminate amount of time enjoying the song, he realized he had begun leaning forward toward the song. Toward it! He could feel the directions it was coming from! Yet as soon as that fact sunk in, another crashed in with it, shattering his concentration and deafening his perception of the song. The song was coming from directly behind the force arrayed against them, leading straight into the middle of the Horde¡¯s lands. B2 Ch. 23 Putting a Team Together. Like stepping into a cold shower, the realization that he would have to head straight into enemy lands to find another Facet of Origin shocked him free of his meditative state. Before he knew it, he had slammed back into his body and sat up retching as the sensations of the physical world momentarily overlapped with his spiritual perceptions. Kindle squawked in protest, having settled to sleep on his warm chest during the break. She quickly relocated to his shoulder as he tried to collect himself. The notification icon had started flashing as he came to and he opened it to try and get his mind off his rolling stomach. Congratulations! You have uncovered significant truths of the spiritual realm: Spirit Walk Level up! Spirit Walk Level 14 > 17 It was good to see his work in Meditation have such an immediate impact on another skill. Tilly cleared the screen, mulling over just how complicated cleansing his infection had become, let alone giving the Alliance a chance to survive. The group standing nearby had thinned considerably while he had been out, and Tilly was surprised to note that the morning had progressed to early afternoon. Ichiro, Hiro, and now Franklin headed over when they saw he was back with them. ¡°Sorry, that took longer than I expected.¡± Tilly croaked, swallowing down another wet burp, and offering Kindle a few comforting strokes before getting to his feet. Touching her felt like touching a silk sheet fresh from the dryer, it was all smooth warmth, and he couldn''t help but stroke her feathers every time she perched on him. ¡°I can see you have an answer for us... what is it?¡± Hiro asked his inscrutable crystalline gaze resting on Tilly as he collected his thoughts. ¡°Good news and bad news,¡± Tilly answered slowly, nodding a greeting to Franklin as the new addition to the discussion. ¡°I figured out how to pick up a directional heading for the Origin''s Bloom. It took a while, but I am pretty sure I could do it much faster if I had to try again, effectively giving me directional feedback for its location. It feels close... not just over the horizon or anything, but much closer than it was when we were back at the Capital.¡± ¡°Good, our planning had reached an impasse until we had a way to navigate for the party we are assembling for this quest,¡± Hiro replied. ¡°Well... that was the good news. The bad news is-¡± he paused, hitching his thumb over his shoulder, toward the army of infected bloodsucking death slowly spilling over the far end of the plains. ¡°Our objective is behind them.¡± Hiro¡¯s face didn¡¯t change at the announcement, and Ichiro limited himself to a slight tightening of his eyes. Good old Franklin, on the other hand, stared wide-eyed over Tilly¡¯s shoulder as if struggling to process the implications of this news. The most sensible reaction of the three. ¡°Great ancestor help us¡­¡± He uttered, his wide green jaw slowly clenching down in a nervous frown. ¡°Pretty much how I feel, Franklin. Well, anyone got any ideas on how to get past them?¡± Tilly asked turning from Franklin to the two stoic Lapins who took a moment to share a look at his question. While waiting for their reply, Tilly looked up, examining the sky over the wall in detail. The line dividing the two areas of influence over the Land was clearly demarcated by a distinct difference in hues. Somewhere slightly beyond the wall, the two different skys mingled and Tilly guessed that was where the boons influence ended. The sky Inside the barrier had blurred once the Boon activated, still moving between night and day, but in a vague sort of way, without showing any of the particular or peculiar celestial bodies that could be found on Nephesh. On his patrols, he had always been in the forest under a canopy when they skirted the barrier and he had not been able to look up at the meeting place between the two skies. On the edge of their territory, without any trees or mountains blocking the view, Tilly noticed two things. First, the hue of the sky beyond the wall was a bruised purplish color and clouds covered the sky. The land still seemed to be moving between day and night, but the cloud cover was thick and persistent, and Tilly realized that in all his visits to the wall, he had never seen anything but a cloud-covered sky over the distant rust-brown plains. Second, as he followed the path of the sky to the still distant force, he saw the clouds progressively get darker and more menacing until they were the steely grey of a pregnant and angry storm. ¡°We had hoped otherwise to be sending you away from the conflict, but preparations have already been made in case of this eventuality.¡± Ichiro finally said, his face so placid that he might as well have been talking about the weather. ¡°We always knew you would have to set out to find the last piece of our Faction advancement requirement. So the question has been who would we send with you? Father knew we needed to give this mission its best chance of success without weakening our defense too much to hold until you succeeded and it was a tricky balance to strike.¡± ¡°And now that we know it''s a strike into enemy territory it is even more complicated," Tilly followed up on Ichiro''s thought, "Who were you thinking of sending with me? We need to be able to move fast, survive, and hide if we are going to make it to the Facet. Then we need to obtain its patronage somehow and get me cured while we are at it¡­¡±If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Ichiro nodded along with Tilly''s examinations of the party requirements, ¡°The only thing you didn''t mention is that the ideal party would have a healer... Unfortunately, none of the ones we can spare will survive the trip, and the only one we know would survive is bound to serve the temple for a year.¡± added with a sigh. ¡°So we opted for a utility build over a specified role build for this mission''s party. No party member will fill any role perfectly, but each will make up for it with lateral skills and Abilities. Am I correct in assuming that Honored Kindle will soon be able to sustain flight?¡± He asked turning to Tilly¡¯s shoulder which may as well have held an empress for the way she preened at the Lapin''s respectful term of address. "Cheep," she replied proudly, ruffling her now almost complete coat of azure feathers. ¡°By that, she means, she can glide, but no flying yet. Although she assures me that she will be fully capable of flight whenever it is actually needed.¡± Tilly said, bumping the side of his head against her warm form playfully. She pecked him lightly in return and Ichiro¡¯s thoughtful expression turned up in a slight grin. ¡°Good, along with our combined Stealth abilities, that should cover scouting. I say we go ahead with the team as planned father.¡± ¡°Agreed. Franklin, I assume you now know why we called you up here?¡± ¡°-Yes. And I accept. I have obligations of my own calling me beyond our borders. Although I had hoped they would wait until our people were more settled. It would be my honor to join in this mission.¡± He replied, readjusting his vibrant blue scarf. ¡°Great!¡± Tilly exclaimed, clapping the Honu on the back of the shell, ¡°No one else I would rather have on the team. I¡¯m sure that new ice of yours will be all kinds of useful out there.¡± ¡°Aside from Mr. Frankin and I-¡± Ichiro continued. ¡°Wait, you? Won¡¯t you be needed on the wall?¡± Tilly interrupted. ¡°While I would make some difference, our family style is much more suited to open-field combat than defense. For obvious reasons, he must stay, but I am free to add my humble ability to this team. Plus with my condition, we thought I would add unique utility in perception and detection. It is also why I have joined you in training with the Rangers.¡± ¡°Ok, who''s left?¡± Tilly asked turning back to Hiro. ¡°Two others. We have asked Gorock, who is much better outside of a formation than keeping within one, not that he agrees with that assessment. However, when we offered him the opportunity to ¡®go find other enemies to fight¡¯ he was¡­ enthusiastic in his acceptance.¡± ¡°So, that gives us two front liners. One a tank, and the other a melee damage dealer. We have two ranged options that double as magic attack, and I can close if I need to. I assume that leaves someone in the support/area effect role. I''m guessing Amel- I mean Mrs. Cooper would be the best choice out of the options I can think of.¡± ¡°Correct. She is finishing her work on the boundary now and we will send her to meet you and your Ranger escort a mile east of here at sunset. We do not know if the time of day affects the enemy¡¯s perception capabilities or not. So far there is not much observable difference between night and day past the wall. Nonetheless, that is when your party will head out. ¡± Hiro replied, his stoic expression giving nothing away about what he thought their odds of success were. ¡°Very well, the elders said they had something to pass on to me, so I will see you shortly Tilly,¡± Franklin said, nodding to the other two before hustling off at his characteristic un-honu speed. ¡°See ya in a bit Franklin!¡± Tilly squawked embarrassingly after him, his nervousness at the coming mission causing his tone to shift into something slightly goofier than expected. He cleared his throat and turned back to the two lapins. ¡°Hiro, thanks for putting together one hell of a team. I hope you can hold this pile of blocks without us.¡± Tilly continued, attempting to ground himself in the reality of his words. He looked the elder Samurai in the eyes as he continued to avert his gaze from the darkening horizon and their near-suicidal mission beyond. The sudden advancement of his Corruption had shaken him pretty badly and he found himself unable to shake the anxious energy that wanted to animate his interactions. ¡°We will hold as long as we must." Hiro answered, unbowed by the challenge, "The System sets no hopeless tasks. This is possible, it will simply be very difficult. That being said, don''t take too long, Human. This is the second time we stand together on a wall and I am sending you off on an impossible task, the first time you returned in a day. I would appreciate something similar here.¡± Hiro replied, his gruff voice somehow taking on a lighter tone without changing in inflection. ¡°Speaking of our timeframe, I have several things to see to before we leave tonight,¡± Ichiro added, his soft smile back in full as he moved to leave, bowing to both of them. Hiro offered him a small but genuine smile in return along with the most meaningful sentence Tilly had ever heard him speak, ¡°Son, I am proud of you. I am sorry I do not say it more often.¡± Ichiro¡¯s serene smile flattened and some of his constant calm melted away before the implacable gaze of his father. He bowed again, this time much lower, ¡°We have both made mistakes. But I am deeply honored to be your son. We will return¡­¡± He answered facing the ground, before straightening and turning to leave. His smooth effortless motions made his speed seem almost improbable as he descended the large stairway still being constructed behind them. Then it was just the two of them left up on the wall, an island of silence in the midst of a sea of soldiers and workers rushing everywhere to prepare for the coming attack. Tilly knew he needed to leave and collect supplies for his journey like the others, but something held him up there a little longer and he stood on the wall watching the enemy¡¯s approach with the Samurai, turned Guardian. ¡°Do you really think we have a chance?¡± Tilly finally asked, his voice low amidst the background roar of shouts and preparations. Hiro didn''t look at him, or even acknowledge his question and Tilly began to wonder if the lapin had heard him when he finally responded. ¡°My people have a better chance at freedom now than they have had in the last four hundred years. It will be a difficult fight, but that was always going to be the case. What we face now, we face together. I have put my trust in your God, and I think you should begin to do the same.¡± Tilly stood there a while longer, thinking over what was ahead of them and what it meant to once again be heading into danger far beyond his ability and level. After a while, with a nod of thanks to Hiro for the company, he left the wall to head back to the city. He needed to find a pack and stuff to put in it. B2 Ch. 24 Send Me On My Way. Tilly made it to his room a little while later, choosing to take the trip at a light run. Kindle took turns launching herself from his shoulder and gliding back down to practice navigating the air at speed. As he looked up, he could tell she still had some trouble gaining altitude, but her maneuvering was looking more natural every day. "Cheeeeeep" She trilled, sending him the image of several predators pouncing on prey as her talons locked on his shoulder, arresting her most recent dive. Soon she would be too large to sit on his shoulder, the thought of her no longer being able to perch on him was accompanied by a small pinch of nostalgia at her rapid growth. However, in the face of her fierce pride, he couldn¡¯t help but play along. ¡°AAARRGGH¡± He shouted, Pretending to stumble as if a great weight had just crashed into him from above. Those last stumbling steps brought him around the corner to the front of his building and to his surprise he found someone waiting for him. ¡°Good afternoon Jonathan, a little birdie told us you were leaving an hour ago, so George and I got this together for your trip.¡± She said, hefting a pack the size of an ambitious middle schooler''s backpack. "Cheep?" Kindle replied, not liking being implicated by a woman she hardly knew. She blasted out a mental image of a flock of birds exploding from a small tree, which Tilly took to be a denial of any involvement. He did his best to ignore the byplay and beamed at the Arborist. ¡°Wow, Edna, thank you! I was about to head to the supply depot to see if I had any contribution points to spend to prepare. Believe it or not¡­ I hadn¡¯t gotten around to checking to see what my balance is, or if I even have an official position with the Alliance.¡± The Three-Fold Alliance''s fledgling economy was underpinned by a currency they called Contribution Points, something Shuji assured Tilly was very normal in these sorts of situations. Until they established contact with the outside world, no conversion to other currencies was offered or necessary. Everyone in the city was issued a stipend according to their experience, class, and position within the structure of the Alliance. Along with additional points assigned to certain tasks and goods produced. For example, Edna had told him that they would be able to build a nice house after the war, with all the points she and George had received for their classes and the amount of food they were able to produce. Tilly, however, hadn¡¯t needed any Contribution Points (CP) to buy any equipment so far. His legendary gear covered his weapons and armor and the med kit they had outfitted him with upon request had never come with a price attached. On top of that the food and lodging seemed to be covered for him as well, at least no one had said anything so far¡­ He was not sure this was true for anyone else in the Alliance and he wasn''t sure how he felt about the special treatment, but he had been training so hard he hadn''t really thought about it too much until now. ¡°Oh, Don¡¯t you go worrying about things like that!¡± Edna said, snapping him out of his sheepish guilt spiral with a surprisingly quick tap on the forehead. ¡°Concentrate on keeping us moving forward! You take care of us young man, and we take care of you. That being said, I think you will have a fair amount of points whenever you get around to checking.¡± She said, a mischievous smile peeking out from her comically stern visage. ¡°Well, I appreciate it a lot, Edna. Anything else I''ll need to grab? I was just swinging by to pick up my first aid bag¡± ¡°That is already packed and restocked at the top of this.¡± She said, holding up the bag for him to put on. ¡°I hope you don¡¯t mind. Amelia¡¯s coat will make sure you all have plenty of fresh fruit and vegetables, the others will each carry some essentials for the team, including a pot and some dry goods. With your self-repairing equipment and fire abilities, it wasn¡¯t too hard to get together what you needed. Just a cloak colored to help you blend in with the environment, and a few small essentials.¡± Something about her holding up the full pack as Tilly shrugged it on, reminded him of his first day at school decades ago. Not that he had anyone to pack his bag for him... But as he had looked at the other kids with lunch boxes and notes from their parents, he had wondered what it would be like to be taken care of in that way. Tilly cleared his throat and shook away the memories as he turned around to face the tiny woman. ¡°Tell George that I am so thankful for you two. It''s the little things like this that keep me moving forward.¡± ¡°Oh nonsense! He regretted not being here but he''s been working with Amelia on our boundary. Now I want you to do something for me¡­-¡± she said, trailing off before surprising Tilly by pulling his shoulders down to her height and planting a quick kiss on his cheek. Then holding his head down level with hers, she leaned back and looked him straight in the eyes, her expression taking on a much more serious cast. ¡°No more worrying about us. George and I never got the chance to have children of our own, and for better or worse, you have taken that place in our hearts young man. We won''t ask you to stay safe, but don¡¯t take on any more than you have to¡­ Too many young people die thinking the world lies on their shoulders. Your effort isn¡¯t the beginning or the end of this story.¡± Looking into her eyes, Tilly realized that even though he had only known them for a few weeks, he couldn¡¯t imagine life on Nephesh without their warm support¡­ As the safety of their steadfast care attempted to flood his heart, old panic began to rise up in resistance.If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. ''I don''t deserve this. ''I''ll just fail them, just like I''ve failed everyone else.'' ''...they leave in the end. They always do.'' All of that and more crackled at the back of his mind, as the white noise of his ever-present anxiety rose in volume. He could feel the newly thickened ichor of the Corruption¡¯s presence weedling its way into his buoyed emotions and dragging them back down into the mud of hopelessness. Through it all, unaware of the secret war raging in Tilly¡¯s heart, Edna stood there. She was three-quarters Tilly¡¯s height, yet she looked into his eyes with all the confidence of a person completely at peace with their place in the world. At that moment, secure in her belief and trust, she seemed immovable. Even amid his internal triggers, that expression and the choice it represented pulled words from the deeper places of Tilly¡¯s soul. Somewhere beyond that wall, deep in the ocean of his trauma, where his doom lurked, a bright light appeared. ¡°Thanks Edna¡­¡± He started in a croak. ¡°Honestly, I didn¡¯t have much in the way of parents either, so I guess that makes us about perfect for each other¡­¡± Silence hung between them as she offered him a small smile and shining eyes. She gave him a motherly pat on his shoulder and rubbed it reassuringly, sealing the moment. ¡°You better get going, or else you will have this old lady blubbering all over you, and I¡¯m sure you don¡¯t have time for that.¡± Tilly nodded gratefully, not so sure that she would be doing all the blubbering. ¡°I¡¯ll see you when I get back, until then, you two stay safe! Look after those kids for me, alright?¡± He answered, shouldering his pack and turning away. Kindle turned back toward Edna and called, "Cheep!" ¡°I will! And little lady, if anything tries to get our boy, you burn it to a crisp, you hear?¡± she replied fiercely to the phoenix. "CHEEP," Kindle affirmed. Tilly was faintly able to pick up images of forest fires and burning villages, whispering by the edges of his mind, and he was sure he was not the intended target. ''Wait¡­ Kindle can you talk to others?'' ¡­ After a few more quick stops, Tilly found himself at the eastern edge of the parade ground. He had made sure to visit the nearest outhouse building and take his time clearing out his system. He had a pretty good idea of what a long trip through enemy territory would be like, and he imagined this would be the last really good dump he would be able to take for a while. The shack he had first visited, had grown to a complex of 20-30 cubicles, all taking advantage of the building''s semi indoor plumbing rigged by a few Honu craftsmen. He helped himself to a generous few handfuls of leaves from the new charmin trees on his way out. Edna had cultivated them on either side of the street near the building and with her skill level they had grown to semi-maturity in days. Then he visited the supply depot to double-check his med bag and get it stocked to his specific standards (never trust a medic who isn¡¯t anal about his bag). After a quick inventory, he grabbed a free attendant, and they hurried off to locate the few missing supplies. He saw others verifying their identities on tablets and seeming to go through monetary transactions, but Tilly wasn¡¯t asked for anything of that sort, and he was starting to get worried about being late, so he decided to check when he got back. Then he was on his way out of the city. By the time he reached the far edge of the parade ground, the evening ranger patrol had already formed. Franklin was there waiting with Gorock, who carried his proportionally large pack with ease. Ichiro arrived behind him, moving at a deceptively easy pace, yet somehow appearing out of nowhere. ¡°Alright, is everyone ready? Miss Cooper will be meeting us at the boundary, my understanding is she will be finishing her work at our departure point.¡± The rangers all saluted in response. Something that had spread through the Alliance''s forces from the Bastion¡¯s influence. A closed right fist knocked lightly against the chest. Gorock''s resounded much more loudly than necessary, and the Wall Breaker looked to be shivering in anticipation. With that, they moved out, the rear being taken up by Tilly and Franklin. Tilly once again noticed that Franklin had no trouble keeping up with the rest of the group, showing none of the characteristic slowness that his people consistently demonstrated in most situations. ¡°Hey Franklin, how come you don¡¯t¡­ you know, move like the others of your kind?¡± Tilly asked as they moved through the grass to the treeline at a double-time march. ¡°Are you asking why I am so different from the other honu you have met?¡± He responded, shooting an easy glance in Tilly¡¯s direction to let him know he wasn¡¯t offended. ¡°Yeah, that.¡± ¡°My Great uncle sent me away from the clan when I received my class. I joined the caravans, gaining experience and levels away from the imperial army, and their crooked politics. I had just returned after a 7-year stint when the Cult started to truly press the Empire. Then a few months later, you arrived. ¡°My people don''t have to move slowly, it is just a cultural habit. There is a class in my people''s history called Wave Runner that is built around Dexterity. We are by nature a thoughtful and careful race, but often, in my experience, too slow when it counts. I¡¯m sure great uncle could tell, and that is why he sent me off to the caravans in the first place. During my travels, I saw many people and cities, and eventually, I acclimated to my surroundings. Now I am comfortable at either pace, although I don''t think anyone would ever accuse me of being speedy.¡± he finished with a chuckle. ¡°Thanks for being cool about that. It can get frustrating here sometimes when I am faced with a million things I don¡¯t know and I end up making mistakes out of ignorance. It is hard to know which questions are inappropriate and which ones are essential for my survival.¡± Franklin nodded along with Tilly¡¯s words. ¡°I felt quite the same way my first year on the Steppe. Do not worry yourself on my behalf. If you have any questions, especially about magic and mana-based abilities, I would be happy to share what I know with you. However, I do not imagine there will be much time for talking on this trip...¡± ¡°I''ll keep that in mind. One more thing, is it ok if I call you Frank? I''ve always been pretty big on nicknames, and it kills me that almost everyone here refers to me by my full name. I get that it is cultural and a sign of respect, but It feels like I¡¯m back in grade school. Well, except for Gorock... he seems perfectly comfortable using a nickname for me.¡± ¡°Not a problem¡­ Tilly.¡± He smiled, ducking his head under the thickening foliage as they continued through the forest. The Ranger patrol fell back into the habit of full noise discipline and Tilly followed their example. After a few minutes more, Tilly could see the boundary just ahead of their line. He shifted the pack on his shoulders and settled in his mind that training was over. It was time to see if all the grueling hours he had put in would keep him alive out in the wide world. B2 Ch. 25 Gilly Gilly ¡°Hold.¡± Ichiro called back down the line in a whisper. The formation froze a few yards short of the boundary and crouched down. Tilly was still surprised to see how difficult it was to keep track of the unit¡¯s location as they melded into the surrounding forest. Even Gorock seemed to have a few levels in Stealth. He had watched the others actively train this Skill for weeks, and still had to suppress goosebumps at the sight of a whole group of people basically disappearing. Despite the supernatural elements incorporated in the Skill, it still necessitated real-world knowledge and practice. Being careless and snapping a twig would result in a far greater probability of being noticed. But that didn''t mean there wasn''t magic at work. Quiet footsteps and carefully chosen clothing didn''t account for what Tilly had just witnessed from the entire ranger squad. Aside from Ichiro who still stood in plain sight looking down the line of the boundary, the rest of the squad had just evaporated. Tilly recalled the first day of ranger training when one of the former hunters had shown them what level 35 Stealth looked like in different environments. First, he had activated the Skill standing in an open field while they watched. To Tilly, the edges of his profile had blurred slightly, before firming back up. Then the hunter had asked them to look away and when they looked back, it seemed like he had disappeared¡­ for just a moment. Then something in Tilly¡¯s mind adjusted and he was able to spot the hunter lying completely still in the dirt. The muted color choice of his outfit and his Skill had somehow caused him to blend in extremely well with the rusty brown ground. There was magic at play, but it didn¡¯t come from the user''s own mana well. The Hunter described moments when his Skill had advanced greatly in the past, and how much more the Land itself actively helped him hide now. At even a moderate level in Stealth, an obstruction-rich environment was more than enough to render the user almost completely invisible. After several demonstrations in the tree line, the hunter assured them that high enough levels in Stealth were indistinguishable from full invisibility. The downside to the Skill was its vulnerability to real physical variables. Some races used scent as their primary sense, and few stealth users took adequate precautions against such detection methods. Tilly reviewed everything he had learned one last time, as he tried to get mentally ready for this next mission. His semi-meditative state was interrupted by two figures advancing slowly through the forest along the boundary. One wore a long trench coat with a green crystal-tipped staff and was casting something silently on the plants along the boundary. Tilly watched from his stealthed position as green-hued energy flooded into one plant after another, settling invisibly into the still normal-looking foliage. The other slightly shorter figure followed along, touching any plant that the first waved her staff over. ¡°Clear.¡± The call came whispering down the line. The formation stepped out of cover, one by one until a line of rangers stood waiting for the pair to arrive. The pair paid no mind to the Rangers and continued working right up until they reached the formation. ¡°Is this the correct location?¡± Ichiro asked Amelia. In response, a tired Amelia looked up from her last plant and lifted her staff. A line of foliage running parallel to the border of the Boon in both directions moved along with the wave of her staff. She allowed herself a grim but satisfied smile as she lowered her new magical implement and turned to her companion. ¡°Did you get them all, George?¡± ¡°Yes ma¡¯am, all of them have been registered by my Ability in the eyes of the system. Now, this is just another one of my crops, albeit a strange one. I¡¯ll know if any harm comes to them.¡± He said with a reassuring smile. ¡°Good, even when the Boon ends, these plants will continue to grow into one another, until they form an unbroken wall. Anyone free of corruption will be able to pass, but with the High Priestess¡¯s twist on my Ability, they have been keyed to detect and attack Corruption if it comes within range." Then she looked directly into the satyr''s eyes, emphasizing her next point. ¡°Please remember that if any of our people claim they were attacked ¡®by mistake¡¯¡± she finished darkly. ¡°Yes, you told me this hours ago," Georgie replied, waving away her warning, "I''ll take care of them, and with my bonuses, they will continue to grow well past normal, even without your mana. Now, you take care of yourself and stop worrying about us. You will have plenty to worry about as is.¡± Throughout George''s admonishment, Amelia¡¯s serious expression softened into a smile. ¡°Very well George, point taken, I''ll see you soon.¡± She said offering him a quick embrace and turning to the group. ¡°Are we ready?¡± ¡°Yes, Mrs Cooper, I believe we are,¡± Ichiro answered warmly, gesturing for the others to come forward. Tilly exchanged a look with George, who mouthed, ¡°Good luck¡± as if Tilly was trying to land a big part in the community theater play. The humor cut through Tilly¡¯s mental cramming and he couldn¡¯t help but grin, shooting George a thumbs up before joining the others near the boundary. The Ranger squad moved to continue the patrol, while Ichiro, Franklin, Gorock, Tilly, and Amelia formed a small circle at the edge of Boon. Tilly couldn''t help but eye the nearby mana-imbued plants nervously as they huddled up. ¡°Oh stop it,¡± Amelia said, catching his look and heaving an exasperated sigh. ¡°You and I are both infected... Of course I would have thought of that when I designed this enchantment. Anything with a hint of Origin''s flame is keyed to pass.¡± Tilly smiled sheepishly and shrugged as Ichiro broke in,Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. ¡°Everyone, please-- We have a simple goal, find the next Facet. We will avoid enemy engagement where possible.¡± At this Gorock snorted in derision, ¡°And we will move as quickly and quietly as possible. My father is the only one who has been far enough past the boundary to see where the Land has stitched our two areas together, but he informed me that, except for the pass where we have built the wall, many of the mountains were cut in half by the move, and now present sheer cliff faces to the enemy. ¡°He and the High Priestess are working on building a distraction for the approaching army to cover our descent from any watchers. Once we reach the deadlands, we will depend on our cloaks and stealth to avoid the enemy scouts. Any questions?¡± ¡°Not a question, but depending on what we find at the bottom of the cliffs, I have an idea that should make our movements even more opaque to the enemy,¡± Amelia responded, looking around at the others. Tilly just unslung his pack and asked Kindle to hop on the bag after he pulled out his reddish tan cloak. He flung it over the pack and his kit, and gestured for Kindle to hop back on. It may have been his imagination, but he thought he felt his armor wriggling in disgust as the normal quality cloak settled over it. The others followed suit, each nodding toward Ichiro once they were ready. Tilly took one last look at each member of the group, noting just how different their levels and classes were. Level 48 Wall Breaker Level 35 Tundra Caller Level 38 Botanist Surveyor Level 25 Samurai Hatamoto And finally him, a Level 18 Son of Flame. The lowest-tier enemies they faced averaged at Level 35¡­ God, he was so in over his head. Sensing the general shape of his thoughts, Kindle pecked at him irritably, as she settled back on his shoulder. She sent him an image of a smoldering ember, surrounded by damp foliage. It slowly dried out its surroundings unbowed by the greatness of the trees towering over it. It was in the ember''s nature to burn and burn it would, no matter how insurmountable its chosen fuel. He absently reached up and stroked her feathered back in thanks before deciding to speak up to the group making final preparations. ¡°I know we each have our reasons for going on this mission, but this is as personal for me as it gets. So, I wanted to take this chance before we start to thank each of you for coming¡­¡± He said, some of the emotion of the sentiment lending a gravelly tone to his words. ¡°You aren''t the only one with high hopes for this mission,¡± Amelia snorted, her hand drifting to touch her midriff under her pocketed trench coat. Tilly winced as he suppressed the memory of her burning skin as he did his best to remove the fatal poison. He swung his gaze around, catching an absent nod from Franklin as he fiddled with his scarf. Gorock either sneered or smiled reassuringly at Tilly''s pronouncement¡­ probably the first and Tilly''s gaze came back around to Ichiro. ¡°It is my honor to accompany you, Jonathan Tillman. Your path will bring great change and I will walk with you as long as I am able,¡± Ichiro replied simply before nodding to each of the others and turning to move through the barrier. They all followed, feeling nothing as they moved through the shift in the time dilation. But when Tilly looked back he found the ranger patrol and George had already gone from the spaces they had occupied thirty seconds ago. The group moved through the trees uphill until they reached a gap, and came to the edge of a cliff hundreds of feet high. Tilly held on to a tree and leaned out slightly to see just how dramatic the unnatural fortification was. Even though the System had thrown them almost immediately to the wolves, it had not done so without some favorable factors on their side. Tilly was sure that the impossibly smooth cliffs could be scaled, but he doubted it would be chosen by any significant number of enemies over a direct assault on the wall. To his right, Amelia had just finished whispering with Ichiro who was taking turns looking far into the distance at the closing force and then shifting his gaze back to the sky above the boundary, where something was roiling and building in the hazy sky within the boon. Amelia turned to address the others. ¡°I have a cutting of a certain vine that should work to descend this cliff face, and as a plus, it will wither in a few hours. So we will go as soon as the storm strikes.¡± She said pulling a thick root cutting with hundreds of feeler-like twigs growing off of it. She placed it on the ground at the edge of the cliff and touched the tip of her new staff to the plant which started to wriggle and squirm as she channeled mana into it. New growth exploded out, shooting over the side and snaking down the cliff, sinking its continuously growing appendages into the side of the cliff as it descended. Tilly¡¯s head shot up as a crack of lightning sounded from the barrier, and a stormhead surged over the boundary toward the rolling hills of the deadlands beyond. ¡°That is our signal gentleman, it''s time to move.¡± She said, grabbing onto the initial root, and kicking out over the side, before beginning to descend as the vine grew just ahead of her descent. Tilly watched as she took advantage of the intentional back and froth curves in the growth for hand and foot holds. The rest followed after her, each taking looks, when able, at the sudden and violent storm surging toward the enemy. It had started to pour sheets of water on the mouth of the mountain pass, adding tons of water to the river delta choking the entrance of the pass. Thunder struck the ground angrily like the clanging of a gong, as the force of nature moved toward enemy lines. ¡°How did they do this?¡± Tilly called to Ichiro, as the outer edges of the storm started to soak them with rain, removing any visibility they had of the area. ¡°It was Lady Erash,¡± He called back down over the sound of the storm. ¡°She is able to do this in partnership with my father in his role as a Guardian. They called it a domain ritual. Although, I am afraid it will not rain for months in our valley as a consequence.¡± Even in the rain, the millipede vine provided an almost ladderlike descent down the cliff, and after ten minutes, Tilly''s moccasins landed in the rusty tan grass that covered the lands of their enemy. He looked around as the rain started to lighten near their area and saw Amelia doing something with the grass, as the others adjusted their tan cloaks and packs. She carefully dug up a clump of the ground cover and placed it in one of her pockets, before lifting another and laying it on the sleeve of her trenchcoat. She waved her staff over it, and the grass started to multiply rapidly, springing up in clumps all over her jacket breaking up her shape, and lending the majority of her form an impressive camouflage. ¡°Do not worry Baby-man, I am sure her explosions are nowhere near as impressive as yours.¡± Gorock chuckled from behind Tilly causing him to jump. She looked up from her newly covered form and gestured silently for the rest of them to come forward. She grew each of their cloaks a sort of ghillie suit covering and explained in a low voice, ¡°This plant is called Blood Weed. If you are injured while wearing this cloak, get it off quickly, I might not have time to keep it from burrowing into your wound. But in its inert state, it will provide excellent cover for us as we move.¡± Tilly stepped forward last, but as she started to cover his cloak in the vampire grass, his Legendary armor underneath started to writhe once again and this time Tilly knew he was not imagining things. It felt¡­ Outraged. Tilly was about to call out a warning when his grass-covered cloak exploded all around him, causing Amelia to shout in surprise. B2 Ch. 26 Inexorable Advance Igor Level 84 Vampiric Mesmer Igor smacked his lips in anticipation, not bothering to rub away the drool that ran down his chin mingling with the sticky brown bandages that covered every inch of his face. The life energy emanating from this tiny Faction was delicious. Behind this pitiful storm and one of those laughable piles of stone the cattle seemed so fond of, something bright burned. It felt old and somehow, at the same time, it expressed a vibrancy that Igor had never tasted. He hadn¡¯t salivated like this since the Hunger first graced the Bloodwells at their nation''s heart. Only a few of Father''s favorite children had been allowed to drink from the newly enriched treasure and Igor had not been one of them. On that day, Igor had watched salivating as that fat pig Dimitrov had guzzled from the ruby fount flecked with squirming succulent darkness. Aside from his eldest, Father had chosen two others to partake, having already taken his fill, of course. At first, Igor thought there must be some mistake, no one had been as faithful as him in carrying out his Father¡¯s will! But as he stood there watching the two others approach the Bloodwell an insatiable desire had welled up, gnawing up from the pit of his stomach and battering his already tenuous hold on sanity. He leaped from his kneeling position at the entrance of the caverns, ravenous and desperate enough to risk everything for a taste of the new power flowing from the wells. A multi-octave cacophony issued from his raw throat as he used Maddening Screech to draw the favored pair''s attention toward him. Once they each met his eyes, he knew he had them. They would not be as susceptible as blood bags, but Igor had not risen to this rank by accident. He stacked Mesmerize and Enrage, draining all of his mana and half his health as he overcharged both of them with Blood Sacrifice. Anastasiya and Ivan froze mid-crouch, their faces a rictus of hatred and rage as they were caught in the power of his gaze. He could not hold them for long, but he poured all of his starved ambition into his Will and mentally thundered his command. ¡®DEVOUR EACH OTHER¡¯ They responded immediately, claws and fangs flashing before the dark ichor of Blood Essence began to splatter all over the cave. Not wanting to waste a second, Igor shot forward making use of every bit of his blood-empowered body to reach the Bloodwells and their sensuous whisperings of new dark power. Then He was there. Igor hadn¡¯t even made it halfway before Father intervened. He stood before Igor, holding his two squabbling children by the necks. His pale sinuous form, flanked by two dark grey wings formed of perfect grey flesh and beautiful angular bones seemed to fill the whole cavern. His eyes twinkled feverishly, shining yellow with new flecks of black wriggling like tiny worms around his pupils. Igor both hated him for his power and loved him for his beauty. Those eyes seized Igor¡¯s soul and would have stilled any mortal creature''s beating heart as his voice exploded into Igor¡¯s mind. ¡°You dare defy me in my place of power?¡± the voice raked Igor¡¯s mind with pain, even as he shuddered in ecstasy at his master''s attention. Attention that had killed many of his lesser brethren. But in this, madness gave him strength, and the gnawing hole that was his soul cried out for the new power the wells offered, even in the face of his destruction. ¡°Benevolent Father, Drinker of Souls, have you not taught us that there are but two laws?¡± Igor mewed in terror, hating his voice and the weakness of his position before the others. Demetrov¡¯s beady dark eyes danced with mirth between the endless folds of fat that framed his brow. ¡°I must drink from the Bloodwell Father! I have proven my power over these two. I beg of you, allow me this honor, I will not fail you!¡± Igor cried, bowing deeply to the Patriarch of the Horde and biting his lip in urgent need as dark-flecked blood continued to gush up from the Wells just beyond his Father¡¯s talons. A rich velvety laughter filled the room as the Patriarch tossed aside the other two, and opened his arms wide. ¡°I applaud your ambition. Truly I do, but we cannot allow such an act go unpunished¡­ now can we?¡± he asked, his posture one of a loving father inviting his child into a warm embrace. ¡°I will allow you to drink¡­ but you will pay my price.¡± Igor straightened and was unable to restrain the moan of horror that slipped from his throat. Still gripped in Father¡¯s mental grasp, he moved forward until he was a breath away from the Prime Dirge of the Twilight Lands. His eyes rolled in his sockets as the visible striations of Father''s muscular form parted in hundreds of places to display salivating mouths bristling with needle-like teeth. It is said that the screaming was heard by every member of the Horde in the planes, and had lasted over an hour. Igor¡¯s eye twitched at the memory, and he unconsciously shifted one of the flesh bandages a shaman had given him to staunch some of the endless bleeding. The wounds had not healed, even weeks later, and if he did not constantly feed, the bleeding debuff would slowly kill him. But none of it mattered to Igor now, he had been rewarded richly for his boldness. At the first achingly sweet swallow of the ruby liquid, he had felt his power begin to grow horrendously. His Intelligence had doubled while his Wisdom had been reduced to almost nothing. Yet the Hunger had not left him without a way to regain mana. It had gifted him a new Ability, Mana Siphon. Now he could draw the Mana from any target creature''s blood, giving him an endless supply as long as he was willing to take it from those around him. The cattle that surrounded him, pathetic in their weakness were now his new Mana well. Igor abandoned Wisdom as he gave himself completely over to the laws of Hunger and Power.The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. His sopping wet bandages continued to weep dark ichor down the sides of his face as his eyes shone with insatiable red hunger. His new power demanded to be fed, and it keened from the back of his mind as he used his Mesmeric Sight to watch the defenders run up and down the wall in preparation for an assault. First, they would use this new little morsel of a nation to cull the weak from the Horde. Then the strong would remain, rewarded with the chance to crack open this egg and enjoy the gooey softness of this prize. The Pretenders to the east would do nothing unless pressed, holding back like the weaklings they were. The fools thought that the Horde had given up on its conquest of their lands. They didn''t know that it would only be days until they saw the light of Father¡¯s teachings and joined the Hunger. Then all would join Father on his glorious crusade to finally crush the disgusting Bloodless who had hidden away in their precious city for far too long. ¡®Run little piggies!¡¯ He thought gleefully, as the snacks continued to prepare themself for the meal up on their pile of stones. ¡®We will fatten you on our weakest, as has always been done. Then the butcher will come calling, and rip apart your pitiful force, sinew, and joint. And while King-Piggy Demetrov is gorging himself, I will find the source of this sweet burning power, and swallow it whole.¡¯
Aurelia Level 12 Priestess of Origin¡¯s Flame Aurelia could barely stand, yet somehow she found the strength to continue, shuffling over to the next pile of javelin tips and arrowheads that the smiths had been producing night and day. Just yesterday, she had been called to the forge compound to cast Fiery Will on another exhausted group, giving them the ability to press on. The Ability allowed the target to ignore one Debuff for twenty-four hours, and the smiths as well as many of the other essential laborers had been requesting it whenever she was free to clear their Exhaustion. It was no longer a matter of taking full advantage of the huge skill-leveling bonus. By now, everyone knew what was coming, and anyone who could contribute, did. Even the rest of the orphans had taken to running meals from the cafetorium to the different labor groups. ¡®The rest of the orphans¡­¡¯ She thought hesitantly. She hadn¡¯t really seen them much since that night she had snuck away. But she knew that they were working as hard as anyone to prepare for what was coming. All of them had lost their homes and families, and they would do everything they could to keep that from happening again. She was the oldest now, and it was up to her to lead by example! The Flame had chosen her for a reason. Or at least that is what she kept telling herself as she struggled to follow Erash¡¯s vague instructions in her new class. Her training had been a whirlwind of urgent needs and long repetitive hours of casting, giving her no time to process her new, more mature state. She had purified hundreds of soldiers from Corruption, healed four times that many injured and now she was casting Ignus¡¯ Blessing on as many projectiles as possible to give their under-leveled forces a fighting chance against the new superior enemy. The High Priestess could bless thousands of weapons at once with such a simple Ability and she had, but now she was completely spent, and there were still more instruments of war being produced. Lady Erash had exhausted herself unleashing that storm... gods, it had been terrifying to watch it build above them, pulling wind from the mountains and water from the river as Lord Hiro and Lady Erash invested it with all the Will and Mana they could muster in partnership with the Land. They had said it would slow the enemy''s approach to the wall and kill hundreds of combatants in the process. Perhaps one day she would be capable of such incredible feats of faith and power. Until then, she had blessings to bestow. Early on, they had found that a simple iron tip on a spear or arrow blessed with Aurelia¡¯s Ability would reproduce a weaker version of Mr. Tillman''s powerful fire strike. So they had filled every moment she wasn¡¯t needed somewhere else with blessing duty. She cast again, imbuing another pile of twenty iron heads with Origin¡¯s power. Her lower lip trembled at the burning in her throat and the aching in her arms. Twenty blue sparks shot from her hands, and settled into the iron of her targets. They each took on an almost invisible bluish sheen in response and the blessing would last for over a week. As the Ability finished, her arms dropped and she bit her lip to still its trembling, doggedly moving over to the next pile. All around her, workers shouted, preparing last-minute logistics to make sure those on the wall were well supplied. Commanders shouted out instructions to formations of new soldiers whose feet shuffled nervously in place. All present stole glances up at the wall, waiting. Then the alarm call began to echo, as spotters up on the cliffs marked the approach of the enemy. The storm was spent and the enemy was almost upon them. The Boon would be over in a few hours, and then the sickening creatures would come. She suppressed a shiver as she lifted her hands to bless another batch. Before she could begin, a notification popped up and she scanned it carefully, still not entirely used to having access to something that had been years away only a few weeks ago.
Congratulations! You have spent your entire mana pool on blessings objects over forty-eight times in twenty-four hours. For your effort, you have earned the Title: [Bestower of Providence] [Bestower of Providence] You have pushed your mind and body far past its young threshold to channel a deity¡¯s power for the protection of your people. This has imbued your call on Origin¡¯s power with a unique significance. +100% on the effectiveness of your blessings on objects. You gain .01% of any experience earned with the use of an object you have blessed.
Aurelia had to read it a few more times to understand its implications, but it finally sank in. Not only would her work here be even more effective, but it would allow her to grow faster, and she had to grow as fast as she could if she was going to protect the others. ¡°I was chosen for a reason.¡± She muttered stubbornly under her breath as she lifted her arms above the next pile and began to cast with renewed passion. B2 Ch. 27 So I Creep Jonathan Tillman Level 18 Son of Flame Amelia flinched away, crying out at the sudden and unexpected magical reaction. For Tilly, however, time seemed to slow down. He didn¡¯t know if it was due to Origin¡¯s influence, but everything slowed to a crawl as he watched scattered tan fabric and clumps of freshly grown Blood Weed dissolve in the air all around him. The material was broken down into energy, leaving behind motes of tan and rust-colored mana that were then sucked back into Tilly¡¯s armor. The legendary armor set forcefully broke the surrounding material into its base state and then pulled it back in, using the energy to transform. The normally invisible script running up and down the fur and leather pieces that made up his armor flared brightly and began to change. Fur and leather shifted to something light and dry, looking disturbingly like mummified skin, and then sprouted the Blood Weed everywhere. A hood grew up out of the collar and he was left wearing what looked like a special-forces, fantasy ghillie suit. Time snapped back to normal, and while Tilly had gotten to witness his armor transformation process at one-tenth the speed, the others had only seen an explosion of material and Amelia flinch back. Ichiro and Gorock charged forward and Tilly quickly raised his hands to forestall their advance. Gorock already had his large ¡°short¡± sword raised, and Tilly had no idea how he thought he was going to ¡°help¡± whatever situation he imagined was taking place. ¡°It''s OK guys! It''s just my armor. It spontaneously transforms¡­ sometimes.¡± He called out, realizing halfway through the sentence, that he hadn¡¯t thought nearly enough about the mechanics of these transformations. He turned to Amelia, who was straightening, both hands stuffed threateningly in her pockets. ¡°I had no clue that would happen, I swear.¡± He said waving placatingly while pulling up his flashing notification log. Congratulations! You have activated a hidden prerequisite and catalyzed an armor transformation. Your armor has taken on characteristics of the Blood Mound Shambler. +270% to any stealth-related activities while out of combat in the Undying Plains +50% bonus to first strike from stealth. ¡°I believe you¡­ and somehow I am convinced that this is not the last time something explosive will happen in your company.¡± Amelia said with a sigh, her face softening as she wearily pulled empty hands from her pockets. ¡°Well, if it''s any consolation, this set now gives me a huge bonus to Stealth, along with a bonus to my first strike from hiding. It should be a game changer as we move through this area.¡± Ichiro¡¯s face brightened at the news, while Gorock¡¯s dropped in disappointment, reluctantly sheathing his sword and turning away mumbling. ¡°Very good Mr. Tillman, this solidifies your position as our scout. We must move before the storm dissipates.¡± Ichiro responded, gesturing opposite the cliff face and away from the approaching force. ¡°Gorock, you will guard our rear. Mr. Tillman, you take point. We will move in a staggered line at double time. Keep spacing at about fifty paces, except for you Mr. Tillman, you range ahead at two hundred paces. Kindle. If you would accompany me, I will inform you if we need Mr. Tillman and he can let you know if we need to halt. We will move at a double patrol pace for now. Is everyone clear?¡± He asked, issuing out the commands in a cool professional tone. They all responded in the affirmative. Even Kindle responded with a ¡®cheep¡¯ before hopping off Tilly¡¯s shoulder and fluttering over to Ichiro, settling onto his small pack. She scanned the plains with her sharp all-blue eyes before sending him a word of advice for his mission. ¡®Hide¡¯ she sent stoically, accompanied by images of a small creature moving through the underbrush. Then she looked over to him away from the plains and added, ¡®I protect¡¯ accompanied by the image of a mother bird spreading her wings over the nest. He sent back ¡®I know you will girl. I¡¯ll be careful and you do the same.¡¯ then he turned to her new perch; the serene samurai. Tilly was impressed, but not surprised at Ichiro¡¯s tactical prowess, and only had one question for the initial plan. ¡°What do I do if I am spotted?¡± ¡°Immediate and overwhelming use of force. Do not hold anything back, there can be no report of our presence moving through this land.¡± He responded without hesitation, his calm expression untouched by the intense subject matter. ¡°Finally!¡± Gorock whispered in a tone that very much failed to be private. ¡°We will run as long as we are able, and make camp only when we must. Time is no longer working with us... Is everyone ready to move?¡± Ichiro checked a final time. Tilly fought down the familiar feeling of being an imposter as he observed the expression of professional detachment that settled on the other¡¯s faces. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. ''Looks like life or death quests are par for the course around here...'' Choosing not to dwell on his scant qualifications in scouting, Tilly shook out his shoulders and drew his weapons. Everyone else shifted to similar states of readiness, and without further preamble, Tilly turned and started moving at a steady jog. His steps ate up the ground and he once again marveled at the fact that he was easily maintaining what would have been his full sprint in his old life. In fact, the state of his body seemed entirely unaffected by the change from standing to running, and he felt like he could keep this pace for an entire day if needed. After a few yards of finding his pace, he activated Stealth and felt the skill settle over him. However, he immediately noticed a difference in how quickly and thoroughly he felt his form become indistinct. He had been told that as long as the Skill remained active you would feel less¡­ physically present. This sensation was often but not always a good indicator that you remained unobserved by hostile forces. As soon as he activated the Skill he felt a flash of alarm from Kindle who immediately sent, ¡®Where?¡¯ accompanied by a memory of his departure from her perspective. The memory was jarring enough to cause Tilly to stumble mid-stride as he adjusted to the entirely different way she saw the world. All the physical features of the landscape were unchanged if not outlined in a much higher resolution, but superimposed over them was a grey/white haze. Somehow the haze did not diminish her ability to make out even minute details, but did overlay everything with a confusing extra layer of information. Tilly asked her to send the image again, and she complied. This time Tilly was able to pick his own form out from the endless sea of grass, partially because he was moving, but also because the haze was markedly whiter around his form. He realized that she had an innate heat sense built into her vision, which made sense considering what she ate. After a few seconds, he watched himself disappear in the memory, the haze fading to uniform grey right where he had been. Tilly couldn¡¯t help but smile at the sight of his huge jump in the Skill with the new armor transformation. He sent back the same image she had sent him along with the word, ¡®Hide¡¯. She answered with a mental chirp that was layered with so much attitude that it would have been an eye roll on a human teenager. As tough as Nephesh had been on him, some of the things he had experienced were undeniably cool. Being able to fade into nothingness was definitely one of those things. He leaned a little more into his pace and started to scan the area in front of him. The plains were a reddish tan sea of low rolling hills broken by long swathes of flat land that interrupted the hills like ripples in a pond. Breaking this expanse was the storm wall, now directly in front of the enemy forces, blocking their line of sight. Tilly continued to move at a forty-five-degree angle away from the cliff wall with the storm and the enemy it obscured to his left. He kept moving until they had gained about 5 miles of distance between their group and the pass, keeping his eyes peeled for anything out of place in the monotonous dead grasslands. Cresting a relatively large hill, he crouched low and turned back towards the wall to find that the clouds had cleared, marking the end of the supernatural storm. Tilly was able to barely make out an indistinct grey mass flowing toward the flooded delta before the walls. As that tide of furious hungry flesh hit the waters, it slowed significantly, meaning their inhumanly fast sprint was relegated to a jog. Tilly watched for a few moments more as the mass was broken up, and reduced on its approach to the base of the wall. His sight failed him in the specifics, but he understood enough to know that the wall would likely hold through the first charge if nothing changed. ¡®Hold on guys¡­ The only thing I can do for you now is keep moving.¡¯ He thought to himself as he duck-walked to the downslope and started to move again. Just because he couldn''t make out individual shapes at this distance didn''t mean the enemy had the same limits. Even with his bonus in Stealth, he refused to tempt fate by making a silhouette on any of the high points in the hills. He sent back his observation to Kindle, trusting her to convey the update to Ichiro. He continued along the direction they had set, occasionally sending back an image of a stunted tree, or odd boulder to make sure they didn''t lose his line of travel. Without any real change in the moody grey skies between day and night, it was difficult to track the passage of time. So it might have been thirty minutes or two hours when he encountered the first scout. He had been sticking to the lower paths through the low hills, winding his way further and further to the side of the Horde when he felt a shiver pass through this Stealth. On instinct, he dropped, then achingly slowly, he craned his neck to peer at his surroundings from deep within the cowl of his grassy hood. Once he had turned his head almost completely to the right, he spotted the source of his unease. A figure crouched on top of a hill just past the one he had been skirting. Tilly watched, barely breathing as the creature continued to scan the area. Some part of its predator instinct clearly pushing it to search hills carefully, even though there seemed to be nothing. Level 37 Strigoi Tilly sent back an image of the scout to Kindle from his hiding place. She sent back a mental ¡®cheep!¡¯ of concern, but also sent along a picture of the rest of the group crouching down and hunkering under their cloaks, becoming little more than misshapen features of the same endless rust and tan grasslands. She even looked down at herself to show a new piece of fabric extending out of the pack below her and covering her blue form. Finally, the scout stood, giving up its search, and turning back to head away from Tilly and the others. It released a short sharp screech that echoed through the hills and another screech answered the call a few hundred yards closer to the enemy force. That was the moment Tilly realized that these creatures were far less mindless than he first assumed. He didn''t know how far this screen of scouts spread from the Horde, but he hoped they would get through them soon. Once he was sure the scout was gone he sent back an all-clear to the others and started moving again. As he loped forward keeping his form slightly crouched, he carefully scanned each approaching hilltop. ¡®One enemy avoided, thousands more to go.¡¯ B2 Ch. 28 Overwhelming Force Over the next several hours he avoided three more scouts as they moved through the screen of eyes and ears the enemy army had this far out from its main force. As they continued to move away from the conflict, scout encounters became rare, until after an hour, Tilly was almost sure he had seen the last of them. He was really glad they hadn¡¯t encountered this screen of scouts when they first tried to escape. Another mile or two closer to the army and the scouts would have probably been too close together to move through with their whole group. It had been a good while since he had seen the last scout and Tilly was about to signal back to the others to re-group and set a new heading when he heard a sniffing sound just around the hill in front of him. He scrambled part way up the incline and dived to the ground, stilling completely as the small figure came into view. This one was slightly smaller than the others and his Identify pinged with the reason a moment later. Level 28 Strigoi Juvenile. Tilly sent back what he was seeing as the creature continued to wander forward, obviously less focused than the others in fulfilling its duty. Occasionally it would stop and scratch the ground, sniffing at what it found there, then moving on. As it came within feet of Tilly, he noticed other differences in its features. One unlike the other gray hairless adults, this one seemed to still have patchy hair covering its head, and a few loose rags hung from its gaunt frame. Its skin displayed black vein-like patterns connotating a heavy Corruption presence. As it passed, a realization hit Tilly and he had to fight down the gorge rising in his throat. The hair¡­ the rags¡­ This creature had been something else once. It was a juvenile because it had not shed all of the features of its previous race. It continued to wander past Tilly, and he hastily warned the others to scatter from the line he had been setting when a coughing bark sounded from just ahead. The Juvenile froze in place and then turned slowly back toward the sound, and Tilly followed its gaze, making sure to keep his movements achingly slow to maintain Stealth. Another coughing bark sounded, this time more forceful, and the Juvenile scrambled back past Tilly looking chastised. Tilly¡¯s hood finally cleared from his line of sight and he saw it, Level 72 Strigoi Consumer It had eight or nine other juveniles milling about its feet, all hunched over in subservience and it was looking down at the stray with fury smoldering in its lifeless eyes. Like the others Tilly had seen, it wore a mix of different armor and several weapons. Up close, Tilly noticed that its grey skin was tinged the slightest purple and it also had a spidery network of heavy Corruption burrowing through its skin. The juvenile scrambled up the hill and skidded to a halt just before the Consumer, who issued a vicious kick for its trouble. Tilly¡¯s whole body tensed at the sight of such a large group so close. His joints began to ache with the strain as his knuckles whitened around the handles of his hatchets. The chances of his group being able to take this one without the element of surprise were slim. One misstep by him here and it would all be over. Even if they survived the encounter, there was no way they would be able to keep any from escaping to spread news of their presence¡­ He urgently sent back a command to stop and take cover. Kindle answered with concern and an affirmative that she had passed along the situation. Tilly kept his eyes glued on the Consumer, who seemed to have been assigned babysitting duty. Were there more juveniles wandering around? Sweat began to run down Tilly¡¯s face as the lay there frozen, while the Consumer surveyed the hills before it. Then screeching sounded from behind the group of Strigoi, echoed by other voices further away. The group¡¯s heads snapped back the way they had come at the sound. The Consumer issued a few barking commands before shooting off. The Juveniles scrambled after, their gangly limbs hardly reducing the terrifying quickness of their four-legged sprint. The screeching continued, joined by this group and others. They had found something. Something that had merited a full response. Kindle sent, ¡®We come.¡¯ as soon as Tilly issued the all-clear. For his part, Tilly cautiously moved forward cresting the hill slowly and watching as the distant group that had almost discovered him was joined by other individuals. They converged on a spot a few hundred yards in the distance just out of Tilly¡¯s sight behind another set of hills. A forceful shout rang out from the area, followed closely by a flash of pink light. The group of creatures pursuing the sound went wild, howling as they increased pace. The pink light continued to shine from behind the hill as the creatures arrived at the unseen source en mass. ¡°Mr. Tillman, what do you see?¡± Ichiro whispered urgently from the bottom of the hill. Tilly backed down from the rise and turned to find the others arriving with Gorock pulling up the rear, shield, and sword ready. ¡°Something drew the attention of every creature in this area with some sort of magic. The voice sounded humanoid, and whatever it was, it didn''t seem like the Strigoi are rushing over to say ¡®Hi.¡¯ ¡° Then the sound of a truck colliding with a wall thundered back over the hills from the confrontation, and echoing screeches of fury rose from the surroundings pulling even more Strigoi into the conflict. There had to be twenty to thirty scouts there by now. Ichiro closed his eyes and listened for things the rest of them couldn¡¯t hear. After ten seconds, his milky eyes flicked open and he drew his sword. The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. ¡°There is, in fact, a battle in play, and the ones opposing the Strigoi seem to be from another Faction.¡± He said, dropping his pack, and letting Kindle loose. ¡°We will move to assist, our goals being the destruction of the enemy force in the area and favorable contact with possible allies in the region. They are swarming, and I doubt they have sent any messages back to the main force yet. Jonathan, you take point, strike first, strike hard.¡± ¡°Done and done,¡± Tilly said dropping his pack in a mirror action to the others who were loosening gear and reading weapons for battle. ¡°Franklin and Mrs. Cooper, you are on containment, as soon as we engage, your main priority is to lock down the area, no one in or out. Gorock, we will move in and capitalize on Mr. Tillman¡¯s primary strike. Everyone clear?¡± Everyone made some version of a nonverbal acknowledgment. Gorock barely contained his giggling delight, and Tilly shook his head in amazement at the Wallbreaker''s battle lust. He turned to his bond, suddenly overtaken with worry that she wouldn¡¯t know what to do. ¡®Kindle, you are on overwatch, only engage if you have an easy win¡¯ Tilly sent to the Phoenix, trying to give her a role that felt significant, without endangering her too much. She eyed him, sending back contempt, along with a significant amount of confidence in her own abilities. She then turned away, shook out her wings, and took off into the air, not waiting for any further instructions. ¡°Shit! Alright, I¡¯ll see you guys on the other side, be careful.¡± He whispered hurriedly before running after her towards the sounds of confrontation. He heard the others move after him but none overtook his position, and Kindle began to send flashes of the scenario ahead of them from the air. Through Kindle¡¯s aerial perspective, he managed to gain a basic understanding of the conflict before him as he ran forward at a good clip. They faced a mass of thirty or so juveniles and two Consumers. Three more of the juveniles littered the ground like abandoned rag dolls, and one of the Consumers was missing an arm. The group had been whipped into a fury, attempting to tear through a glowing pink dome that was somehow managing to withstand their attacks. The two Consumers stood back and watched, seeming to be content to let the younger minions wear down the caster. The barrier was already showing cracks, and through Kindle''s eyes, Tilly could barely make out two figures through the glowing pink surface of the magic. One seemed to be a huge knight, decked out in full plate with its face completely covered. The other was significantly smaller, wearing bright multicolored robes, and holding his hands splayed before him in an obvious attempt to maintain the barrier against the ferocity of the Juveniles. Tilly slowed his approach, as he crested the last hill. He centered himself fully back in his own senses, making sure his Stealth was still in place before peeking over the crest of the last hill. The scene was just as Kindle had shown him, but with his more familiar vantage, his attention was especially drawn to how closely grouped the majority of the Juveniles were in front of the barrier. He took one last scan of the field, looking for the most effective place to strike and tip the scales. He quickly discarded going after one of the elites, even the injured one. That would be a waste of his initial bonus if he wasn¡¯t able to effectively remove it from the fight with the first blow and against something of that level, he would only have one shot. His eyes went back to the crowd of juveniles ranging from nine to fourteen levels above his measly level of eighteen. If this was a video game, their grouping would be screaming at him to stack his bonus to a first strike from Stealth with an area of effect Ability. But this wasn¡¯t a game, and [Resolute] would only block one strike¡­ to fail here would ruin everything. Fuck it, he had a job to do, and he would do it to the best of his abilities. Some of his old competence rose to the surface as he considered this problem just like he would a burning structure. His two worlds merged and the feeling of being on a razor-edge he used to get going into a burning building slid into place. Weeks of diving into certain pain and dismemberment paid dividends, and even in the face of possible death, he found himself creeping forward despite leaving behind his momentary hesitation. The Corruption wriggled within him, egging him to abandon all fear and give in to the call of battle pouring off the scene in front of him. The Strigoi seemed to have no fear, throwing themselves at the barrier in mindless fury and he couldn''t deny the pull their frenzy had on him. The freedom it offered was almost intoxicating in its promise of release from his worldly cares¡­ He acknowledged his desire to give in, accepting it with a deep breath. Then he held it, feeling its power weaken against his acceptance. He pulled the temptation close, not denying it, but letting it be a part of the tapestry of pain and hope that made up his soul. Then he released it along with his breath. His breathing pattern settled into place and he stoked the fire within him steeling himself against Corruption¡¯s influence for what now seemed like the thousandth time. ¡®Endurance, don''t fail me now.¡¯ He thought as he crept forward the last few yards towards the ongoing conflict. Cracks now spiderwebbed around the ferocious knot of grey teeth and claws that was the pack of Juveniles attempting to breach the barrier. Beyond the failing wall of magic was the armored figure, cooly holding its mace at the ready. Tilly army crawled past the two Consumers, who he was sure would have spotted him, even in his Moundstalker gear, if not for the distraction of the conflict playing out right in front of them. As he neared the back of the frenzied group, Strigoi juveniles began to howl in glee as they shoved their heads and appendages through the widening weak points in the barrier. The knight calmly shifted its stance and hefted the massive mace ready to meet the first to break through. Tilly drew in the flames at his center, compacting them and activating Flame Explusion a foot or two behind the mob. A second later, the roaring crackle of a conflagration exploded out from Tilly¡¯s center, and he felt it the moment his Stealth failed. A screeching bellow of outrage sounded off from the side of the injured Consumer as blue fire shot out from Tilly¡¯s position in all directions engulfing the nearby Juveniles. A flash of intuition shot through Tilly like lightning and he activated [Resolute] right as a gaunt one-armed figure exploded through the wall of fire and clawed out his throat. Or, that''s what should have happened. Instead, Tilly felt the blow land against his exposed neck before his eyes even had a chance to register the Consumer¡¯s attack. He was launched forty feet away from the shattered barrier, his throat thankfully intact as he flew away from the conflict. B2 Ch. 29 The Lost Boys Tilly impacted the side of the hill, taking a few percentage points of damage right as his allies crashed into the confused and injured group of Strigoi. The blast had also been the final straw for the barrier and as soon as it collapsed, the Knight on the other end rushed through the mob toward the uninjured Consumer. This left the colorfully clothed magic user to collapse. Tilly climbed back to his feet taking in the scene before him. The mob of Juveniles had been scattered, with roughly a third of them badly burned, and the rest moderately to lightly wounded. Amelia and Franklin had stepped up to the top of the hill to start picking up targets on the edges of the fight, mostly focusing on crowd control and damage over time. Meanwhile, Gorock and Ichiro had made full use of Tilly¡¯s distraction, engaging the one-armed Consumer who had just tried to remove Tilly¡¯s throat. The outer edge of Flame Expulsion had barely left it singed and it seemed to have no trouble facing both the new combatants at once, even with one arm. Gorock¡¯s shield was taking a beating as he soaked up a few lightning strikes from the creature¡¯s clawed hand. Ichiro was successfully landing hits from behind Gorock¡¯s guard. Unfortunately, even with his blade glowing silver, none of the strikes were causing any significant damage to the far superior foe. The Knight was the only one on the field who seemed to hold any advantage, having instantly charged the undamaged Consumer. His monstrous mace blurred through the air, raining down blows on the creature who wielded a serrated sword with far less grace. The knight was only slightly slower, and that allowed the Consumer to barely evade or parry the vast majority of the blows but seconds into the fight it was already flagging. Tilly¡¯s mind went into overdrive taking all of this in. He measured the field of battle, getting a sense of where he was most needed, his intensive training allowing him to commit to a course of action in half a second. He ignored the elites completely in favor of drawing the attention of the much weaker Juveniles and keeping them out of the other fights for as long as possible. The immortal words of Bonnie Raitt started to play through his mind as he charged forward with an animalistic scream, only slightly tinged with panic. ¡®Let¡¯s give them something to talk about-¡¯ The center group of Juveniles turned to his challenge as he sprinted back into the fight, and he activated Wrath¡¯s Shroud, covering himself in blue flames. This immediately drew the attention of the rest of the Juveniles, who howled and shrieked recognizing the attacker as the one who had just exploded in their midst. They charged to meet him, undaunted by the blaze of blue fire surrounding his form. Right before they would have crashed into each other, Tilly lept over the front line of the mob, landing in their midst and rolling to his feet, hamstringing Juveniles to either side of him, with enflamed strikes. The group he had passed over whirled, while the back of the group pulled up, confused at his sudden appearance in their midst. He was behaving like no prey they had ever faced, and he kept them on their toes tackling the nearest Strigoi, even as they tried to dogpile him. He had spent weeks sharpening his combat sense, and he felt the effects of his training regime now, as he shot from one vicious attack to another, waisting no movement and never staying in place for more than a second, turning his enemy''s advantage in numbers into a hindrance. Needle-like teeth clamped onto his shoulder in retaliation for another tackle, as the blue flames roaring all over the surface of his body melted the offending creature. He pulled the charred teeth with him as he rolled over the now waxy mass of grey flesh, taking several claw swipes on his back and legs as he continued to evade being locked down. Every time his body contacted the Strigoi and each swing of his weapons acted as Flame Strikes, punishing the Corruption-riddled opponents with the huge 200% attack damage bonus. His movement through the unorganized mob could be traced by severe lingering burns and smoldering axe wounds. His strategy would have never worked against a more organized force, but the Juveniles were new to their existence, and they continued to dive in gleefully over the ruined bodies of their allies unmindful of the flames wreathing Tilly¡¯s body. This was not to say that Tilly moved unencumbered through the sea of snapping maws and swiping claws. For the duration of his frenetic rampage, what should have been deadly blows were reduced to shallow wounds and bruises by his ridiculous Endurance. That along with the constant damage output from his flames turned what should have been a near-instant suicidal charge into a war of attrition. He swept through a dozen of the higher level opponents, landing vicious blows as he felt his lifeblood draining from his body''s accumulating injuries. He ducked a suicidal tackle from an already burned Juvenile, catching a ripping swipe of the creature¡¯s clawed hand on his forehead. His blood dried instantly in the heat of the shroud, and he barrelled forward into the next target. To stop moving was to die and he was doing everything he could to match the mob¡¯s ferocity with his own. But after downing ten of his opponents, he was flagging, and more of the remaining juvenile''s attacks were connecting. A blur of blue and white feathers crashed into the head of a creature to his left, causing it to burst into flames as a furious screeching cheep resounded in his mind. A tangle of vines impacted several Juveniles behind him, bursting in supernatural growth to snare the Strigoi. They had been about to pounce on Tilly from behind, and he stumbled forward, free from their attack to swing a dual diagonal chop into two more Juveniles in front of him even as his Mana dipped below five percent. The Juvenile on his left stepped into his swing, taking the head of his hatchet to the shoulder in exchange for biting a chunk out of Tilly¡¯s bicep. The Juvenile on his right took the hatchet in the side of its ribcage, grabbing onto Tilly¡¯s arm as it burned alive, and pulled forward to bite at his neck. Tilly slammed his bleeding forehead into the mouth of the one on his right while yanking his arm free of the other and kicking it away. Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Tilly¡¯s Health dropped dangerously as he noticed several Minor Bleeding notifications stacked below his falling Health. He jumped away from the two dead foes in front of him and whirled to face his remaining attackers as his Ability flickered out, leaving him with thirteen percent Health and zero Mana. Utterly spent, he lifted his two weapons weakly, facing the handful of injured foes that still encircled him. Ice speared a Strigoi directly in front of him and a profusely bleeding Gorock battered aside another two on his left, just as the forth jumped on him to his right. Before Tilly could react to the enemy trying to bite his face off, its neck burst outward in a spray of black ichor, and Tilly exhaustedly pushed the body off of him, to find a bloody Ichiro turning to face their temporary allies, flicking the ichor off his sword. The Knight moved from standing over the body of the Consumer that Gorock and Ichiro had been facing to assist the colorful magic user to his feet. Now that he wasn¡¯t looking through a magical barrier, Tilly¡¯s Identify pinged for both the figures. Level 72 Knight of the Sanguine Order Level 43 Bloodline Wizard¡¯s Apprentice Tilly reflexively swept his gaze around the rest of the area to find Franklin and Amelia had made it through with only a few superficial wounds. They jogged down the hill to join the others. Tilly collapsed to his knees, numbness setting into his leaden extremities. He looked over to find Gorock had already collapsed onto the ground nearby, bleeding profusely onto the reddish tan grass. It was then that Tilly saw Blood Weed earn its name. As soon as any of the plants were splashed with blood, their reddish undertones burst forth in vibrant color, and the skinny blade-like stalks began to grow, straining towards the source of the liquid. ¡°None of that now!¡± Amelia growled down at the plants as she jogged up and knelt by Gorock''s side, sending a shock wave of her Mana throughout the nearby ground to force the plants back to their dormant state. Tilly''s head felt fuzzy and saw another Blood Loss Debuff appear below his still-dropping Health. ¡°Erm...bag¡­¡± He muttered, as Amelia pulled out large purplish leaves from her pockets and started wrapping them around Gorock''s most severe wounds, which were already festering with Corruption. The others didn''t seem to have heard his request and Tilly dry swallowed to try and speak again. ¡®I''m Coming!¡¯ Shouted a mental voice, clearing some of the fog from Tilly¡¯s mind. He looked back over the hill and caught sight of Kindle, labourously carrying his First-Aid bag in her talons, barely able to keep aloft. She dropped it next to him a few seconds later, and Tilly collapsed over it, fumbling into the side pocket where he kept all the bandages in three-four foot rolls. He grabbed one, and immediately began wrapping it around his worst injury on the inside of his thigh to stop it from pumping arterial blood down his pant leg. The bleeding had been slightly staunched when he had been consumed by flames, but now he was leaking everywhere. Kindle hovered over him in concern, while Amelia fought to stem the decline of Gorock¡¯s Health. Ichiro and Franklin moved to stand between their injured party members and the Knight, who had helped up the Wizard¡¯s Apprentice and had turned to approach. ¡°Well¡­ Met, strangers. We do not recognize your like from these lands¡­ did you arrive with the¡­ recent shift in the Land perchance?¡± The colorfully dressed Apprentice asked groggily, still leaning heavily on the Knight¡¯s support. ¡°A moment please, we must see to our wounded,¡± Ichiro said, sword drawn in a protective stance before the group. Tilly wrapped several rolls of bandages around his chest and back while trying to keep an eye on the exchange. As soon as he tied off the bandage, he felt First Aid kick in again and sighed in relief as the Bleeding and Bloodloss Debuff disappeared from his HUD. His health stopped dropping at 7.5 percent and slowly began ticking up as he crawled over to Amelia and Gorock. She had finished tying off the large purple leaves with little strands of elongated grass and reached into her pockets. She was muttering plant names to herself as she found and shoved some kind of root into Gorcock¡¯s mouth. Tilly scanned the edges of Gorock''s wounds and found them red and puffy. The spidery black growth of a Corruption infection starting to reach beyond the coverage of the purple leaves. Tilly winced up at his pitiful Mana bar, It had barely reached four percent since the fight. Amelia shoved a hand into another pocket and handed him a Shaman¡¯s Casting Aid. She tossed the bundle of herbs his way without looking, mostly focused on working Gorock''s jaw to chew on the root she had placed between his teeth. ¡°Yes, of course!¡± The Apprentice said, peering over Ichiro¡¯s and Franklin''s forms to watch as Amelia and I worked. ¡°Would that I could offer assistance, but I am afraid my skills in the healing arts are poor at best and certainly not up to the task of whatever new foul blackness had tainted this cursed race.¡± He continued droning as Tilly took a deep inhale of the bundle, and felt its effects flush through his respiratory system, as he fell into his breathing technique. Tilly didn¡¯t have any way to see Gorock¡¯s Health, but his giant chest was still rising and falling and the bleeding had slowed to a trickle after the application of the large purple leaves. The Corruption was still spreading, but, Tilly¡¯s Mana was almost back up to ten percent with the assistance of the Shaman¡¯s Aid. ¡°Look, I am loathe to interfere, but if you are new here, you may not have encountered this substance before¡­ It is not like any poison status effect I have ever seen, and we have yet to find a cure for it.¡± The Apprentice continued in concern. The Knight stood silently to his side, facepiece down. None of Tilly¡¯s party bothered answering as Tilly watched his Mana tick above ten percent, and as soon as it did, he activated a full-powered Flame¡¯s Renewal. B2 Ch. 30 The Other Kind of Vampire The whole group turned and watched in concern as Tilly released his Mana-infused breath Ability. The magic struck Gorock like a physical blow, causing his whole body to flinch and then go rigid. He released a deep groan, and all of his wounds began to seep again, despite the presence of the living bandages. But the viscous substance that was being ejected from the wounds was much darker than blood. It flowed in tiny rivulets, attempting to join one another as they poured from Gorock''s body. Amelia let out an annoyed hiss and imbued the Blood Weed all around Gorock taking control of the plants directly with her Mana. the blades of grass bloomed back to life, consuming the black ichor as it hit the ground before it could form a cohesive whole. The Corruption was absorbed and spread out amongst the interconnected plants like wine on a tablecloth with Gorock at its center. Once it was all out, Amelia clenched her fist and the infected plants withered, trapping the Corruption within their husks. Gorock¡¯s body slowly relaxed and he let out an involuntary sigh of relief, color returning to his waxy grey cheeks. ¡°By the Sanguine Heart! What ability is this? Human, how did you achieve what even our greatest have been unable to accomplish?¡± The Apprentice barked aghast. Tilly looked up to answer him and finally got a clear view of his features. His face was angular and pale, contrasting painfully with his colorful assortment of layered cloth. But it was his mouth hanging open in shock that yanked Tilly¡¯s attention to the defining feature of the Apprentice¡¯s face. Reaching almost to his bottom lip were two elongated canines. ¡®More vampires?¡¯ Tilly¡¯s hand fell to his weapons, and the motivation behind Ichiro¡¯s stance and caution suddenly became clear. He fumbled for an answer to the WIzard¡¯s Apprentice¡¯s shocked question, ¡°... I got this ability as much by dumb luck as anything else. But you should know, that this ¡®new blackness¡¯ as you call it is not just affecting your region. It is seeping up through the cracks of reality everywhere on Nephesh, offering its dark promises to any who are willing to give up their souls.¡± He finished hotly, the adrenaline from the battle and another near-death still pumping through his system. ¡°Dumb luck you say¡­¡± The vampire answered thoughtfully, his eyes sharpening. A hungry gleam layered over his features, as he considered the group anew. Suddenly the stance of the hulking Knight next to him seemed to take on an even more threatening cast. The dull sheen of his metallic face plate glinted ominously in the light of several still-smoldering corpses. ¡°I am quite impressed by how effective your power set is against the Strigoi, especially in their newly empowered state.¡± The vampire continued, licking his lips unconsciously. ¡°Excuse me. My name is Ichiro Hamamoto, we are on a mission from a newly integrated nation on the border of these lands. Who are you and if you don''t mind, why should we trust you?¡± Ichiro broke in, calling the distracted vampire¡¯s attention back to him. ¡°Yes, of course, how rude of me! I am Hilbert Ferrier, the last Apprentice to the Bloodline Sorcerer Merllyn and a member of the low court of Camelot. This is Sir Michael, Knight of the Sanguine Order. He currently holds a seat at the High Table.¡± The vampire answered formally. ¡°Merllyn¡­ Camelot? Wait, are you guys vampire versions of the Knights of the Round Table?¡± Tilly burst out, unable to hold his excitement at recognizing some of the possible myths represented by this Faction. Hilbert¡¯s face fell slightly at Tilly¡¯s words, ¡°Ah, you have heard of us¡­ I am afraid some of your information is out of date. I know not what you mean by ¡®vampire version¡¯ but I would be happy to share the history of my people after we are away from this location. More will come from farther afield, even if I reactivate my warding.¡± ¡°How much longer do you think we have?¡± Ichiro asked as Gorock groaned and sat up, looking much better after only a few minutes rest. The veiny Corruption was gone, and his bleeding had almost ceased. ¡®His Constitution has to be insane¡­¡¯ Tilly thought staring down at the Wall Breaker with renewed respect. He had just gone toe to toe with something almost twice his level and survived long enough for the others to finish it. After a moment of consideration, Hilbert answered Ichiro¡¯s question. ¡°We should be fine for a few minutes more. They would never have found us at all if I had not tried to scry the newly formed Horde¡­¡± The Apprentice answered sheepishly, the statuesque Sir Michael moving for the first time, to turn his blank face plate to look down at the Apprentice. ¡°Yes, yes-¡± Hilbert said, waving down the look with a weak dismissal, ¡°How could I have known they would have such a powerful counter to divination? That has never been a strength of the Hordes before! Of course, much has changed in the last few months¡­ but that is why we are here, isn¡¯t it.¡± Then he turned to our group,Stolen novel; please report. ¡°We too are on a mission from our Order-¡± Tilly didn''t see the Knight move, but his armor creaked as he continued to watch the Apprentice. Hilbert stuttered and cleared his throat before continuing, ¡°Ah, well, what I mean to say is, we are on a mission for our order. They do not know we have come, and they would perhaps be against our reaching out if they knew-¡± ¡°So you have no power to broker an alliance?¡± Ichiro asked, disappointment seeping in at the edges of his formal tone. ¡°...ah, our Order is not what it once was. We still present a strong martial presence in the region, but we are... declining. The Horde has consumed the Jiangshi to the west, and the twilight elves, who used to possess marshes to the south. Now all of those lands have been converted to barren grasslands. You need to understand, each enemy the Horde consumes converts to a Juvenile of their own race. It has left them with an unsustainable force that has grown exponentially, and will consume itself if it does not continue to expand-¡± A barking screech sounded in the distance, drawing the eyes of the whole group toward the distant noise. Hilbert''s head snapped back to the group. ¡°Look, I can hide us, but we need to be away from here. On our honor, we will not harm you and yours unless you try and do the same to us,¡± he whispered urgently, gesturing more or less in the direction they had already been traveling. The smoldering corpses had moved into the visual background of Tilly¡¯s mind during the conversation, but at the interruption of the call of more scouts, he had noticed Kindle settling into the largest pile of corpses like a nest. In her presence, the blue embers had reignited and were merrily consuming the bodies. The blaze was so hot that it was producing complete combustion, creating only colorless heat without a hint of smoke. Tilly watched in astonishment as her physical form visibly matured in the presence of the fire and the fuel it consumed. Ichiro reluctantly agreed to the vampire''s request, ¡°We will accompany you for a few hours, but our mission is urgent, and we have little time to spare. Even now, our people are besieged by this ¡®new Horde¡¯ as you call it, and we must pursue our own objectives here in the Twilight lands. Come with us to pick up our gear, and then we will hear you out in a different location.¡± Ichiro answered, sheathing his sword. A call sounded again, closer to the group. ¡°The initial direction does not matter, I can cast the attention ward anywhere, but it will not stand up to the scrutiny such a scene will bring,¡± Hilbert answered gesturing at the bodies. Gorock was helped up, and he shook off his still-healing injuries, eyeing the Knight who was only slightly shorter than him. With that, the group moved back the way they had come. Accompanied by the two new members they rounded the hill at a jog, heading back to pick up their dropped gear. Tilly moved to follow, calling mentally back to his bond as he ran. ¡®Kindle, leave the rest, we have to go!¡¯ ¡®The coming grey ones cannot fly, I will be away before they arrive. Worry not, Tilly.¡¯ She answered in a warm, confident voice. Some of her words carried hints of the wild scenes that had shaped most of her messages in the past, but the majority of the mental communication he had just received used human language. Tilly stumbled and turned in shock to look at the phoenix who was sitting calmly in the midst of the growing blaze. ¡®I must grow stronger if I am to help you in your task. This is how my kind grows.¡¯ she sent calmly. Another set of screeching howls sounded from only a few hilltops away. ¡®Now go silly human, I will be fine.¡¯ ¡®You better be!¡¯ He mentally growled back as he sprinted off after the others, not at all liking how fast things were changing with her. A few days ago, she was just mastering flight, and now she was using full sentences. Once their group arrived at the dropped packs, Amelia made sure their cloaks were covered in Bloodweed which earned an appreciative look from Hilbert, and they kept moving. Tilly kept looking back anxiously but felt nothing but determination from his bond as the scouting calls converged on their old position. They continued to run, skirting around the small valley they had just fought within and putting distance between them and the site of the battle. Hilbert slid up next to Tilly and spoke in a low but audible tone. ¡°If that creature of yours is spotted and gets away, it will be blamed for the destruction. My skills gave me no level identifier with its tag, so they will be unable to know if it was capable of such a thing or not.¡± ¡°What about the wounds caused by weapons?¡± ¡°Ah¡­ yes.¡± He answered thinking for a second. ¡°That will depend on whether they have a Consumer nearby or not. If the Juveniles are not specifically forbidden, they will eat anything, even their own dead. They are ravenous, all of them, and this land has long been empty of anything they could eat besides each other.¡± Tilly nodded absently at that, looking back and sending a worried mental inquiry. ¡®Kindle, where are you? It''s been too long.¡¯ In response, Tilly received a strong feeling of exultation through their bond, accompanied by a recent memory from Kindle¡¯s point of view. This time the overlay of her memory barely caused him to skip a step as he kept running. She had packaged it in such a way that as soon as he touched it with his mind, it unfolded, streaming into his consciousness in a far less attention-demanding form. Instead of trying to watch it like a mental video, he simply let the memory sink in, gaining far more from the scene than he had when they had last shared points of view. She watched as the first scout and then the second crested the hill, charging up to the pile of burning bodies and pulling up in confusion, unable to make out the figure in the midst of the stoked flames. Then she did something Tilly could feel but did not quite understand, and the extra energy-rich heat she had been unable to absorb suddenly exploded in a frontal cone, completely enveloping the two Juveniles. The blast also set the two Consumer bodies alight, and she took off in flight as more Juveniles crested the hill. A few howled angrily after her, but she had already gained significant altitude. Then, there was a blur from over the hill, and she twisted on instinct, as a chipped axe whipped by, end over end, flying at an extraordinary velocity. She whirled around to find a Consumer watching her, its hatred palpable even from this distance. The memory broke off, as she headed away from Tilly¡¯s direction planning to circle around out of sight. She would not lead them to her human. ¡®Good girl¡¯ He sent back with the image of a High-Five, not sure if the satisfaction he felt was his own or the lingering echo of her fierce exultation at her first solo victory. B2 Ch. 31 Horchata Kindle rejoined the moving group half an hour later. They had fully skirted the site of the battle and continued moving in the direction Ichiro indicated. None of them had forgotten the pressure the Alliance was facing, and they pushed forward relentlessly, even after the intensity of their last encounter. The two new vampiric additions to the group seemed content with the direction Ichiro had chosen and moved along easily with the group. Tilly was shocked at how little sound the Knight made as he moved, the intricate plate mail that covered his form seemed to flow like water and was easily the finest example of metalwork Tilly had yet seen on Nephesh. Once the calls of the Strigoi were inaudible to Tilly¡¯s ears, Hilbert motioned for them to stop. They had been moving through what probably used to be a creek bed but was now little more than a winding dusty path. ¡°This is a good place for us to come to some sort of agreement,¡± Hilbert said looking around and nodding to himself. ¡°Agreed. Everyone, break out water and rations. We will get the most we can out of this stop.¡± Ichiro called out, moving to stand opposite of the two vampires, and dropping his pack. Tilly mirrored his actions and moved to stand beside the lapin reaching into his pack to grab some of the food Enda and George had packed for him. The knight had moved to lean against the steeper incline of the hill, going completely still as soon as he achieved a position that seemed vaguely relaxed. It was not lost on Tilly, that he had left his right arm and weapon completely free. Hilbert pulled out a few things from his robes and moved around the group, facing outward as he did something at the four cardinal points around their position. Tilly took a long swig of his water and checked on the others. Amelia''s short hair was mussed, and her complexion had grown waxy and pale. She was barely breathing hard, but the blouse she wore under her coat was soaked in sweat and as she looked his way, he quickly continued his scan. Franklin was even sweatier, breathing the hardest of anyone in the group as he held his hands laced above his head. Tilly was amazed at the pace the honu had been able to keep so far and realized that he probably couldn''t go nearly as long as the rest. But Tilly doubted he would ask them to slow down on his account. He was just as determined as the rest of the group to accomplish the mission. Yet despite the strength of their determination, Amelia and Franklin clearly had the lowest Endurance stat by far, and in a situation like this, it was beginning to show. On the other hand, Gorock had splayed out on the other bank of the creek bed and was tearing into a large shank of dried meat. Tilly could only assume it had come from his bag and wondered how much of that pack was weighed down by meat. The Wall Breaker kept casting baleful looks at the Knight between bites, and Tilly wondered what could possibly be going through his mind. At the final cardinal point, Hilbert whispered something in a harsh language, and the four points began to glow that same pinkish hue that had accompanied his magic before. The light faded and the world outside their little group took on a shimmery quality. Kindle let out a cheep of interest, looking at the ward with one eye, then the other as she examined it in a uniquely avian fashion. ¡°This will keep anyone who does not already know our location from finding us, and make any search oriented toward us overlook this position. Now, you said you had your own mission¡­ What are your intentions in this land? Maybe we can offer assistance¡­¡± Hilbert turned and said, leaning toward the group eagerly. ¡°Very sorry, but seeing as we rescued you from that attack, perhaps you could finish telling us about your ¡®Sanguine Order¡¯ and what your interest in our party is.¡± Ichiro responded blandly, his meditative state radiating peace in an almost aggressive show of control as he beheld the two vampires with his milky-white eyes. ¡°Rescue is something of an overstatement-¡± Hilbert started, but then the Knight turned its head in the Apprentice''s direction and he stuttered to a stop, then hedged, ¡°But fair enough, especially in the spirit of your actions. I would be happy to tell you more about our people. As your knowledgeable companion stated-¡± He said, gesturing appreciatively at Tilly. ¡°We started as a kingdom on the rise, led by a truly noble king named Arthur Pendragon¡­ With my master as his advisor, we unseated the corrupt monarchies that surrounded us and ushered in a new era of peace and prosperity for all of the Aos Si. Then, my master''s first apprentice betrayed us, attacking and disposing of a neighboring Faction that had signed a peace treaty with us. ¡°Her name was Morgana, and she had been pushing for a continued expansion of our power for some time. My master understood the importance of balance and had advised against it, but with this move, our Order ascended to the next echelon of power. This destabilized our region and cast our Order and area of influence into the hands of the System. We were sent here¡­ to the Twilight Lands to bring balance, with a quest to end the expansion of the Horde and bring stability to this region. ¡°Their numbers and strength were much greater than they are now, and thus began the Blood Wars. This was hundreds of years ago before I was born, but the short of it is; we lost our King in the fighting, and the Order had to make terrible sacrifices to survive in this new land against such an unrelenting enemy. ¡°To ensure our survival, Merllyn took the Blood Oath and fundamentally changed the nature of the curse of Vampirism into something our people could carry without being consumed by it. Now we are a society led by Dhampires and Vampires who protect the rest of our people and contain the Horde all along our western border while trading and accepting tribute from the lands to the east. We became the Sanguine Order and have maintained balance in this region for the last hundred and fifty years. I was taken as my master¡¯s last apprentice a few years before he was¡­ called away.¡± Hilbert finished quietly, his pale features eerily blank, despite the emotion coloring his tone. This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version. ¡°With Merllyn gone and the King dead, who leads your order?¡± Tilly asked. Hilbert pulled his focus away from whatever memory had tugged at his mind, ¡°Ah, that would be Queen Guinevere. She leads the Order, as our Sorceress Superior. After King Arthur passed, my master began training her and several other apprentices to try and increase our chances of survival. Unfortunately, none of the others have survived, but Queen Guinevere continues to lead the Order to this day.¡± He answered, his voice curt. Tilly didn''t have to connect many dots to guess that she was the one who had been against them striking out into Horde territory and trying to contact the new nation. Ichiro¡¯s cool demeanor remained unchanged, but his eyes sharpened as he watched the pair intently. A thought occurred to Tilly that could possibly bridge the needs of both groups. ¡°You said you guys haven¡¯t been able to cure any cases of Corruption in your people. We know how much of a problem that can become without quick intervention. If we agreed to clear out the most important cases in your Order, do you think your Queen would agree to a temporary alliance with us and attack the forces sieging our Faction? If we succeeded, we could eliminate an enemy army from the field, strengthening your position.¡± The Apprentice''s eyes narrowed in thought, and he turned to the Knight, who had not moved the entire time they had spoken. Something passed between them and Hilbert turned back smiling, his fangs on full display. ¡°This plan holds several risks for both of us, but it aligns with our goals. We will bring you to the Order and gain you an audience with the Queen¡­ She will, of course, be furious with us, but this is exactly why we set out.¡± "Swear to us on your power that you mean us no harm." Ichiro cut in. The vampire''s smile turned downwards slightly, but not in a way that seemed overly suspicious, "I can see how such a thing would go far in assuaging any fears you may have due to our similarity with our shared enemy... Very well, I will do it." He turned toward the lapin and looked him full in the eyes as he produced a dagger from his robes and cut a complicated symbol into his forearm, "By the power in my blood, I pronounce full guest rites over you as representatives of your Faction. No harm will come to you and yours as long as you do not betray this trust." He whispered, his forehead beading in sweat as the glyph he carved into his flesh flashed pink and disappeared. Ichiro nodded in approval and gestured back to Tilly to continue. Tilly knew that the Faction upgrade quest offered to the Alliance was essential to its survival, not that he understood all the details, but gaining an allied force on the field was too good an opportunity to pass up even if it would slow them down in the short run. ¡°Hilbert, what direction would you say Camelot is in, and how long do you think it will take us to get there?¡± Tilly asked, settling into a meditative pose. Hilbert gestured slightly more to the east taking them off of their original heading by about twenty degrees, ¡°At our current pace, we could reach it in a day with a little assistance. Does this have to do with your mission?¡± He asked, in an innocent, curious tone. ¡°Yep. But before I tell you more, I need to check something.¡± Tilly answered, beginning to breathe and settling into his meditative posture. From what he had seen of the valley and the Facet¡¯s Guardian, he felt like it was unlikely that they were within the Order''s lands, but it wouldn¡¯t hurt to check. At the very least he would have a good idea where they needed to head after they met with the Queen. He continued to breathe, letting his surroundings and circumstances in, and out. Allowing them to wash through him, without fighting or trying to impose his will on them. He was doing all he could, and that had to be enough. The others continued to talk and rest while his world became the darkness of his mind and the movement of his breath. As soon as he felt himself fully settle, he activated Spirit Walk and rose up from his body. Hilbert was watching him curiously but did not track the movement of his spirit as it separated from his body. Ichiro¡¯s face did not reflect any change as Tilly rose, but his ear twitched when Tilly turned his attention onto the lapin. All the others were recovering in their own way within the ward. Amelia was brewing some tea, and offered it to Franklin, while Gorock lay passed out nearby, clutching the now clean bone like it was a stuffed animal. Tilly cleared his head and let go of distraction, allowing himself to float there and experience his surroundings on a spiritual level. Slowly but surely he felt the presence of the myriad threads that wove through all things. He could not see them, but their effects made themselves known in millions of little contact points around the edges of his spiritual form. Some threads were a part of him, some attempted to invade, while others touched and strengthened him. After a while, he found the Flower¡¯s music. It may have been his imagination, but it felt slightly easier to discern this time, almost as if it had become fractionally louder. As soon as he had the direction, he shot back to his body, unsure of how much time he had spent in that state. His eyes flicked open to find Amelia, Franklin, and Hilbert locked in some sort of conversation, with Ichiro resting and Gorock standing alert nearby. The knight, however, had not moved from his position, watching the group, and a chill ran up Tilly¡¯s spine at just how still the figure had remained. It was completely unnatural. Amelia was the first to see his opened eyes, ¡°He is back.¡± She said simply, putting away the notebook she had been using as Hilbert spoke. ¡°Back? Interesting choice of words, is it some type of scrying ability? I must warn you, they have develop-¡± ¡°Yeah, we know about that guy, he absolutely sucks. And no, it''s not a scrying ability, at least, I don''t think it is.¡± Tilly answered absently turning to Ichiro, who had awoken and had turned to watch him curiously. Tilly gestured in the direction Hilbert had shown them, then moved his hand twenty degrees farther westward. ¡°It is still more or less in the right direction, so going with them would take us off course, but not by much.¡± He said, answering Ichiro¡¯s unspoken question. Ichiro nodded and turned to the two vampires, ¡°We will accompany you to your Order''s headquarters and give what aid we can¡­ Then we will continue on. Our Sovereign Crystal has issued us a quest, and the object of our mission is in that direction.¡± He said, pointing in the direction Tilly had just indicated. Hilbert and the Knight shared another look. B2 Ch. 32 Enemy at the Gates. Linus Level 65 Consul Not for the first time, Linus cursed his new class. It was an inefficient mix of political leadership and limited martial Abilities. To make matters worse, all of the Abilities were limited to Buffing forces that the System classified as ¡°Standing Armies¡±. Flame¡¯s Watch was extremely powerful for what it was, a guardsman class. But without unlocking true martial classes, their utility would be limited. Especially in frontline warfare. The newly minted soldiers were doing an admirable job holding up against the constant onslaught of the enemy. Abilities like Call the Guard, and Riot Wall were working so far as a stopgap. Call the Guard filled any breaks in the line holding the wall by summoning designated reserves directly to the needed spot of activation. When a member of the Watch was summoned this way, they gained a slew of buffs for the next sixty breaths and a minor gap-closing movement ability. Riot Wall was serving as a lesser version of any military unit¡¯s shield push skill. It was meant to be used against citizens and prioritized defense and displacement. Unlike a military equivalent, it offered no multipliers to damage or forward movement¡­ Aside from some weapon and armor proficiency bonuses¡­ that was it. That was what they had to work with as a Faction of their size. Despite this, the men and women rotating in to hold the line were some of the finest initial recruits Linus had ever seen. He had risen through the ranks of the empire¡¯s military structure until he had gained the highest nonpolitical placement and he had never seen a more determined group of new soldiers. They faced waves of enemies, sometimes three times their level, and none broke or wavered. In fact, perhaps because of the lack of unit Abilities, which often turned a group of soldiers into a singular much more powerful entity, Skill leveling and Experience gains had shown to be astronomical. Sometimes powerful unit Abilities became a crutch that the average soldier leaned on, ignoring the fundamentals. But with this group... the fundamentals were all they had. All of this he understood, and yet his skin continued to itch as he watched the ongoing combat. ¡°Justice¡¯s Pit-Cursed Blind Eyes!¡± Linus snarled again under his breath as the most recent wave of enemies retreated reluctantly. The thousand or so combatants had suffered incredible losses, as much as sixty to seventy percent of the attacking wave had perished, while the Alliance forces had lost maybe one in every twenty men. This pattern had repeated itself over and over for the last day. Each time the Strigoi Horde really began to press the forces on the wall, the enemy would call a retreat and move back to their lines. They crashed against their fortified position time after time, taking huge losses in the charge, yet they always pulled back, like dark waves slowly eroding sand from the shore. When the retreat sounded, Consumers and Fleshbags who were still standing snatched any soldier they could and retreated with the rest of their forces. Sometimes the man or woman in question was still alive, and their screams tore through morale like tissue paper. It was humiliating. Linus could literally feel the Bastions chomping at the bit to get in the fight¡­ but they had to be kept in reserve. As the loose braying mob of grey flesh exited bow range, healers were called in and a changing of the units was ordered by the commanders on the wall. ¡®They are playing with us¡­ Gods dammit. An expensive game to be sure, but one that we most assuredly cannot win.¡¯ Linus kicked the nearby stone stair in frustration. ¡°These tactics don''t make any Justice damned sense!¡± He whispered harshly under his breath, schooling his expression as the replacement unit passed by, faces grim with determination and in some cases, resignation. Most thought they were holding, driving back the enemy time after time¡­ Linus hoped none of them realized the truth. ¡°What troubles you Consul?¡± A voice asked quietly from over Linus¡¯ shoulder. He spun away from the battlements to find Erash, standing in all her regal beauty, leaning lightly on her staff. Linus knew even that was not as it seemed, and he wondered darkly for a moment how long she would be able to stand without swaying if she didn''t have that crutch to lean on. ¡°Truthfully?¡± He asked, looking for any hint of sarcasm or mockery in her features. ¡°Yes, we have moved through a full day with minimal losses or use of resources. Should we not be more optimistic?¡± She asked, arching one perfect eyebrow at him, as if she knew more than she let on. She seemed to be looking for something and the unspoken implications irritated him further. He stepped forward aggressively, lowering his voice into a harsh whisper, ¡°You know good and well what troubles me. The same thing that has kept you from resting since the attacks started!¡± He almost spat in frustration. ¡°This is a farce. They are playing with us, and while I see that their numeric advantage is more than enough to defeat us eventually using this strategy, I cannot for the life of me understand why they do not try to sweep us away. If even one of their leaders took the field, I am hard-pressed to see how we could hold against such a meaningful show of force. ¡°Yet they wait! Tossing their weakest at us as if we are some sort of idle entertainment.¡± He finished, deflating. When he looked back up to meet the High Priestess¡¯s eyes, he found something bright there. It was sharp, and it was angry. The eyes took on a glow and scanned the ranks on the battlements before returning to Linus-Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation. No that wasn¡¯t quite right, she was staring at a spot right above Linus¡¯s head, as if she could see something there. ¡°Freeze the blood in that bastard''s bones! How have I missed this?!¡± She hissed. ¡°What?¡± Linus asked, suddenly at a loss. ¡°That damned Mesmer! He has covered the whole Tundra-Blasted field in a Malaise! One so subtle that it has escaped my detection..." She trailed off, bringing one of her manicured nails to her mouth and chewing on it in furious thought, "But how do I combat it without waking a reprisal¡­" she muttered to herself, looking back over the battlements. ¡°Malaise? What are you talking about?¡± Linus demanded, his sense sharpening to high alert as he looked back at the enemy line in suspicion. ¡°It is an extremely malicious and subtle area of effect spell. It does nothing the first few hours, but after a day, all who spend time in its presence feel defeated, depressed, and confused. After a few days, suspicion and jealousy set in¡­ Inevitably we would have started to attack each other, breaking our own defense without them having to do anything but train up their young¡­¡± She huffed, her eyes shifting back and forth as she went through her mental options. ¡°I need some sort of mental purifying effect¡­ but it has to be ongoing. One that I don''t have to refresh every few hours¡­¡± She started to mutter to herself, turning to wander away. ¡°Wait, are you saying I am under the effects of mind magic?¡± Linus almost shouted as she turned her back to him. ¡°We all are, Consul. Just give me a few hours. I can counter this, but I need to do so in a way that does not draw out an immediate confrontation. Ideally, I want them to think it is still working for days yet. Every hour gained is a victory for us, do not forget that Linus.¡± She said over her shoulder before moving away quickly towards the healing tent and her base of operations. A few moments later, Hiro arrived, coming down the rear stairs, and catching Linus¡¯ gaze with a questioning look. ¡°The men said you were shouting at the High Priestess¡­ I imagine you would not do so without reason,¡± he stated as he neared Linus¡¯ position at the base of the stairs. ¡°We were speaking of the enemy tactics, and somehow through the discussion, she discovered some sort of large-scale mental magic at play. She headed off to counter it¡­ I may have overreacted, which is not typical of me, and perhaps evidence of her point. Gods I hate mind magic.¡± Hiro nodded, his crystalline gaze missing nothing. ¡°The Honu have a saying, ¡®A shark''s hunger undoes his brother and protects us all.¡¯ They use it to describe a creature of their oceans whose young devour each other until only the strongest remain. It is in their nature to sacrifice the weak so that the strong may rise. I think we are facing something similar here. They see us as a leveling and¡­ Meal opportunity. They rightly believe us to be harmless to them on any scale that matters. ¡°The ones who escape back to their lines have fed, to some degree, on our men and who knows what level of significance that has in their culture. If not for our purifying capabilities, this tactic would have already destroyed us by nature of the Corruption they are attempting to infect us with. But now, it is working in our favor. Each day they give us is a gift, we grow stronger, and our people gain the time they need to accomplish their quest. None of this will be easy, but we would not have been thrust into this conflict if there was not a way through. ¡°I had lost hope the first time I met that Human, yet through him our people have obtained more than they could have ever dreamed¡­. There is a way through this friend, we just have to hold on.¡± The elderly Samurai finished, something like kindness glittering in his hard green eyes.
Relevus level 22 Butcher He¡¯d had the dream again¡­ This time he had woken up outside the camp near the forest covered in blood¡­ Blood was nothing new for Relevus, but the portly Satyr was used to it happening in the back of his shop. He had especially loved when the farmers would deliver live animals, and he- But that was all over now. The slimy Scalebellies had taken everything from him. He had to leave behind almost everything except a few of his favorite knives, and now he was stuck in this frontier refugee camp, surrounded by idiots who pretended like the fools in charge were some sort of saviors. He had gotten sick with many of the others while living in the squalor of the capital city, but he hadn¡¯t gone begging for some handout like a weakling. He toughed it out, like he always had, and the strange black rash slowly faded from his skin, leaving him feeling better than ever. Then the dreams had started. Dreams where he was wistfully taken back to his old shop. There he would relive the memories of the best days. Slaughter days, where he could cut off another living being with nothing but the strength of his hands and the edge of his knives. He smiled as he thought of the dream again, before looking down and remembering he had blood all over his hands. He wiped at some new wetness dribbling from his mouth and created a red streak down his forearm. ¡®huh.'' He didn¡¯t know exactly what was happening, and as long as he didn''t get caught, he didn¡¯t really care. The dreams made him feel strong. They gave him that feeling of control that he missed so much from the back of his shop. Through the darkness, he stumbled over to the river''s edge and washed off the blood as best he could before heading back to the camp. There were hardly any Watch around with the attacks happening on the other side of the valley. The misstep of a foolishly early activation of the Sovereign Crystal was just another example of the ineptitude of these new leaders. The food and shelter problems they claimed to have solved would have only taken the weak, leaving the strong majority secure. They were going to get us all killed, just like the idiots in charge of the empire had tried to do¡­ ¡°Relevus.¡± A voice whispered from the shadows of a tent as he entered the camp. The Butcher¡¯s head whipped around until he found a gaunt figure, wrapped in robes so that nothing but his elderly face showed. He had what once might have been dignified features, now lined and worn by the elements. But his eyes were still sharp, glittering with intensity from their shadowy cowl. ¡°Who are you? How do you know me¡± The Butcher''s voice asked in outrage, barely covering over his rising panic. ¡®Have I been discovered? Will I have to end this old man?¡¯ He thought hurriedly, reaching for his knife below his dirty leather apron. For some reason, the motion sent a thrill through him, and he felt a strange but pleasurable sensation from the area of his body that had recovered from the rash. ¡°Worry not. I am not one to deny a man his simple pleasures¡± The robed figure waved placatingly. ¡°I am here because I see greatness in you¡±- He said, showing a row of sharp teeth. ¡°You are not the only wolf penned in with the sheep. ¡± B2 Ch. 33 Next Stop, Camelot The Wizard Apprentice met Tilly¡¯s eyes after sharing a look with his silent companion, a complex expression on his face. ¡°I am afraid we most assuredly know where your quest objective is. That way lies the city of Requiem. It is the seat of power for the Whytes. They are a Faction formed of incredibly strong imprints left by those who have passed beyond the vale of this plane. For a long time, they remained neutral in this region, but now they face a siege many times greater than your own. Last reports place the majority of the Horde¡¯s forces outside their gates, attacking relentlessly.¡± ¡°That makes them allies, correct?¡± Ichiro asked. ¡°Now, yes. In times past they stayed completely contained behind their nigh impregnable walls, and sheer mountains. The Horde seems to have turned out in full force to break the city, which is another mystery in itself to this recent shift in power¡­ "They call the Whytes, ''Bloodless'' because, while the strength of their supernatural presence creates a corporeal body, it has no life force from which the Strigoi or even we, could benefit. This has positioned them to stand apart from the conflict that has always marked these lands. In fact, unless one had access to a prohibitive amount of wealth with which to trade, one would hardly be worth their notice. And even in that case, they only allowed non-Whytes to do business outside the walls¡­ ¡°However,¡±- he said looking conspiratorially around the group as he drew out the word - ¡°I do know of one living being that has both entered and exited the city. He doesn¡¯t speak much about the experience, but don''t hold that against him.¡± - The vampire stage whispered, gesturing theatrically at the Knight, who remained completely frozen against the berm. ¡°I present to you, Sir Michael. His story is his own, but suffice it to say if you wanted to make it into the city, there would be no better guide, and he is not bad in a fight either, which you will probably need if you want to make it past the siege.¡± He finished with a flourish, obviously smug that he had something to weigh down his side of the scale. The statuesque Knight slowly moved, looking over at Hilbert, who looked back after his presentation and shrugged unashamed. Finding what he was looking for in that motion, Sir Michael nodded once and then returned to complete stillness. ¡°And so we are prepared to offer terms!¡± Hilbert said, clapping his hands together. ¡°Come with us to Camelot, rendering the aid we so desperately need. I can not make any promises or predictions on behalf of our leader, but no matter what, afterward, Sir Michael and I will accompany you to Requiem and do everything we can to get you into the city.¡± Ichiro turned and looked to the others, not questioningly, but clearly opening the floor for input. ¡°It seems to me that the possible advantages outweigh the delay.¡± Amelia chimed in. Franklin nodded in agreement, and Gorock wasn¡¯t even looking at the group. He had sat through the conversation looking longingly back the way they had come as if reminiscing on the recently fought battle. Ichiro then turned to Tilly, who considered the two before him with narrow eyes. There was more going on than the Wizard Apprentice had admitted, and the mysterious silent Knight obviously had more to him than stage fright¡­ this could very well turn into a huge time suck with no gained advantage for their people. Hilbert, as if sensing Tilly¡¯s reserve, smiled reassuringly, once again putting his two elongated canines on full display¡­ ¡®Yeah, that''s not helping dude.¡¯ Tilly thought sardonically before deciding to ask one final question. ¡°Ok, so the leadership of your order are all vampires and dhampires¡­ how much blood do you have to drink to survive, and how do you obtain it?¡± Tilly asked, interested to see how the Apprentice would handle such a broad question about his society. The Vampire¡¯s smile dampened, ¡°Yes, I can see why you would want to understand this before entering into an agreement with us. I will be brief. First, as to how much we must drink, it entirely depends on our level of activity. We may enter into periods of rest for decades and not drink for the whole duration. However, Sir Michael and I, with our heightened activity, will need to drink before we continue to Camelot. And likely again once we arrive in the city.¡± As soon as he mentioned needing to drink, Tilly and several other members tensed, wondering if they had just discovered a trap¡­ ¡°Do not worry friends!¡± Hilbert waved placatingly, showing his empty hands. ¡°We would never embark on such a mission without our own supplies.¡± He said, slowly reaching into his robe and producing a silvery flask. He then looked over at Sir Michael and motioned for him to do the same. The Knight moved slowly, so as not to startle anyone and touched his right thigh, below his mace, coming away with an elaborate syringe-looking object, that differed greatly from Hilbert''s flask. It had been seamlessly integrated with his armor and Tilly had not noticed it at all until the Knight pulled it away with the click of a metallic release. Hilbert held eye contact with the group as he opened the flask and took a long drink, before capping it. The runes along the side, glowed for a moment, before showing a circle that was a little less than half full of ruby light. The Knight beside him lifted the syringe to his forearm and placed its now glowing tip against his armor. The metal folded back briefly, and a hissing sound shot out from the object as it touched the bare skin underneath. The normally stoic Knight experienced an involuntary full-body shudder at the injection, and then quickly put the object away before Tilly could get a better look at its composition. It snapped back into place under his mace and out of view.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. ¡°As for how we obtain this precious resource-¡± Hilbert continued, drawing the attention away from his companion and to himself. ¡°We do so just like any political entity, through tax and trade. To enter our city, you will be taxed. We call it the ¡®gift¡¯ and through an enchanted object, you will donate a small portion of your life''s blood. In return, you are promised basic rights in the city and a measure of protection. All citizens and allies of our order have the choice to pay the blood price or its equivalent in Standard Gold. Many do not mind temporarily giving up some portion of their health in exchange for what the Order has to offer. ¡°We try to keep the number of turned citizens as low as possible to remain sustainable, but with the increased pressure from the Horde¡­ Things are not as balanced as they once were.¡± He finished, biting off the last words as if reluctant to part with them. Tilly turned to Ichiro, whose expression remained unreadable. ¡°I think I agree with Amelia, there are certainly risks, and we are gambling with precious time, but the possible upside is too good to pass up.¡± He said, quietly. He knew everyone could hear him but he still wanted to signal that he was only talking to Ichiro. The lapin¡¯s face remained unchanged as he took in the last of the group¡¯s input and turned to face the vampiric representatives. ¡°As a representative of the Alliance¡¯s ruling council, I formally accept your offer. We look forward to a possible partnership between our peoples¡­ But be warned, do not be fooled by our level disparity. As you have already seen, we have much else to bring to bear besides simple stat superiority. So deal with us honestly, and we will do the same with you.¡± Before Hilbert could answer, the Knight stood and moved forward. Ichiro responded gracefully and without hesitation, rising to his feet to face Sir Michael. The imposing figure thrust out his hand and Ichiro looked down at it for a moment before clasping it firmly, shaking once, and then stepping away and bowing. The Knight awkwardly mirrored his movements and then straightened. ¡°Well, this turned out wonderfully, just wait until we see the look on Mallytza¡¯s face!¡± Hilbert exclaimed excitedly. The whole group looked at him questioningly. ¡°Ah... well... she is an ally we have in the court. She didn''t think this was a good idea and is the only one who knows exactly where we went.¡± He said, his face becoming even paler if that was possible. ¡®Is that the vampire version of blushing?¡¯ Tilly thought to himself as Ichiro turned to face the group. ¡°Collect your things and prepare for another run. We will not stop until we make Camelot and we will be leaving shortly.¡± Tilly reached for his bag and absently began to wonder how he would get his armor to turn back into its Moundshambler form when the flashing icon at the top of his HUD finally got his attention. In all his worry about Kindle, the two vampires, and his Spirit Walk, he had forgotten about leveling! He glanced up sheepishly at the flashing notification icon and the log appeared in front of him. He filtered through the damage indicators, asking the System to summarize the net gains of the battle.
You have defeated eighteen Juvenile Strigoi in combat and assisted in the destruction of another seven. Due to level disparity, an Experience multiplier has been applied to your gains. Congratulations, you have leveled up! You are now level 19! Congratulations, you have leveled up! You are now level 20¡­ Congratulations, you have leveled up! You are now level 23! 1.3 million experience until the next level. You have 25 unspent stat points.
¡®Woah, five levels! Not bullshitting around with a Mana feedback loop is awesome!'' Now if only he could find the time to grind... He thought quickly running through the math he needed to maintain [Resolute] which had once again saved his life. Despite the high cost, there was no way he could get rid of something that so consistently saved his life. ¡®Ok, so from five levels, I gain forty stat points total, ten of which automatically went into Endurance. I¡¯m going to need to double that if I want to keep the stat higher than the others combined.¡¯ He thought to himself, dropping another 10 into the stat. The feeling was immediate, not as intense as it had been the moments before he had dived into the fiery cave so many weeks ago, but still significant. It felt like his physical form had become more substantial¡­ No that wasn¡¯t it. Dense? He looked up at the others, who were almost ready to go, and pushed off the musing for later. He still had fifteen more stat points to assign after the automatic single point added to Dexterity at each level. He pulled up and looked over his stat sheet critically.
Stats: Constitution: 18 Endurance: 121 (133.1) Dexterity: 40 (44) Strength: 13(15.8) Wisdom: 18(13.68) Intelligence: 16
Ok, he was still taking a serious hit on Wisdom which had absolutely established itself as the bottleneck in his ability to output damage¡­ And if he was being honest with himself, even though his crazy Endurance was soaking up a lot of damage up front, his fighting style was still taking him far too close to death for it to be sustainable. So Constitution couldn¡¯t be ignored either. Everyone around him stood and shouldered their pack, as Tilly made his decision. Ten in Wisdom, bringing it to 28 base, and five in Constitution taking it up to 23. He then hopped to his feet, and shouldered his pack, moving forward with the others as Hilbert whispered some arcane words, and the glowing symbols hemming in the group faded away. ¡®Next stop, Camelot¡¯ B2 Ch. 34 Running up that Hill. They set off at a ground-eating pace, with Hilbert leading the way, following some sort of magical compass. The group stayed mostly silent as they ran, but Tilly found that he was a long way from feeling any exhaustion after the break they had just taken. His Endurance had just gone up another twenty points, and he felt like he could probably run at this pace for the next twenty-four hours and barely be winded at their destination. The effortless feeling that marked his movements during moderate physical activity contrasted greatly with how quickly he had felt depleted near the end of the fight. It seemed like his abysmal Strength stat was holding him back whenever he operated at the leading edge of his physical ability. However, if he kept himself to moderate output, he had the sense he could go on for a ridiculous amount of time. That being said, when he thought back to the recent battle, he couldn''t help but smile in grim satisfaction. He might not have been a paragon of grace, but he more than held his own in the fight. All of the practice scenarios and the brutal Skill leveling he had done over the last month had really transformed his combat ability. Sure his power advantage over corrupted opponents was the only reason he had survived that last encounter, but it had not been the only factor... He had also kicked some significant monster ass. And he wasn''t the only one! Kindle had demonstrated a dramatic increase in capability after the fight. Tilly could only imagine how having access to this new sort of fuel allowed her to advance. Instead of riding on Tilly¡¯s pack, she had taken to the air, gliding as an almost invisible spot high above them. She was now more at ease in the air than perched on his shoulder. A change that he wasn¡¯t sure if he liked or not. He loved her increased survivability, but not being needed quite as much stung a little. ¡®Are you sure you don¡¯t need a rest? I think Hilbert has some sort of tracker that lets him avoid scouting parties, so you don''t have to keep watch all the time.¡¯ He sent again, marveling at their capability to suddenly converse in complete sentences. ¡®We just rescued that peacock from a pack of the grey flightless. With your permission, I would like to remain above as another set of eyes.¡±- She replied with only a hint of exasperation, then he felt something like affection thrum through their bond, - ¡°But I promise, I will tell you if I need a rest. I can sense how strange my growth seems to you. But this is my nature. I cannot remember them, but I can feel hundreds of my previous lives reaching back through time. This is the way my kind grow.¡¯ Tilly tried to dampen down his sadness at how much she had changed in such a short time, knowing that she could feel it as clearly as he could feel her concern. ¡®Well, I am excited for you to continue to advance... I saw that flame attack you did at the end. What''s next?¡¯ He asked, unable to keep from sending images of mythological phoenixes he had read about in the past. Creatures that were the living embodiment of flame. Symbols of immortality and resilience. She considered the images he sent, and replied hesitantly, ¡®Some of that feels correct, but I know for certain that I can and will die¡­ It feels like an essential part of my cycle, and when the time comes, I will know how to best leverage my end. Also, I don¡¯t think I have ever been bonded before, and I feel there will be unique options for us going forward as we both grow. Things that none of my kind have ever experienced-¡¯ on the tail end of that thought, Tilly caught the barest hint of a concept. Something that she couldn¡¯t put into words. It felt sort of like a future invitation to become a whole that was greater than the sum of their separate parts. He wanted to ask more but got the sense that she was already pondering over the same questions, and he realized how jarring it must be for her to advance in leaps like this. Catching hints of what had been and yet forced to remain in ignorance until reaching a future unknown threshold of power had to be difficult to balance. So he released their connection and smiled as he felt her return to the newfound joy of untethered flight. She may have been maturing rapidly, but there was something innocent and captivating about her exultant emotions at rediscovering her chief domain. She was a creature of Air and Fire and today¡¯s events had allowed her to discover a much greater portion of herself. He left her to it, deciding instead to catch up to Ichiro, who whether by coincidence or intention, had maintained the first position behind the two vampires who led their group. As Tilly pulled up beside him, he noted that while the lapin didn¡¯t seem as fully at ease as Tilly, he looked like he also would have no trouble keeping this pace for hours on end. ¡°Ichiro, can I ask you something personal?¡± Tilly spoke in a low tone, hoping that they were far enough away from the vampires that they wouldn¡¯t be overheard. ¡°Please, Jonathan Tillman, feel free to do so. I will let you know if I think it unwise to continue in our discourse,¡± he answered, with a quick, but pointed look at the two leading their group through the twisting lowlands winding between the hills. ¡°As you and Shuji both know, my build is maxed around Endurance and while I think I understand both the benefits and costs of my stat layout, I am not sure I fully understand the context of my numbers.¡± Tilly laid out hesitantly, trying to form his ideas into a cohesive question. ¡°Shuji told me that if my stat score matched my level numerically, then I would be around the average for someone at my stage of power. He then explained that most builds only double, or rarely, triple their level score in a single stat, and that each multiplicative threshold I pass produces some sort of unmeasured but noticeable impact. But now, my Endurance is more than five times my level and I¡¯m not sure I really understand the implications. How does it square up against something like a level 75 Consumer for example?¡± Tilly whispered, leaning into the lapin¡¯s extraordinary hearing ability to make sure their conversation stayed private. Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon. Tilly watched as Ichiro considered the question, and for the first time noticed that the lapin wasn¡¯t breathing in rhythm with his steps. Instead, he was maintaining a double-speed version of the meditative breathing he had taught Tilly a month ago. Then it hit Tilly¡­ Ichiro was meditating. He never stopped meditating. In the recent fight, while he was running, even while he talked, he fit every one of his moments and actions into a cadence of his meditation. Tilly couldn¡¯t imagine what his Skill level must be at this point. Ichiro¡¯s calm measured answer interrupted Tilly¡¯s musings. ¡°A very popular theory in this area is that your Endurance and an opponent¡¯s Strength, are measured against each other by the System in every martial exchange. If the stats are equal, then there are no unseen stat modifiers affecting the blow. However, if your opponent has twice as much Strength as you have Endurance, then they might gain something like a +50% modifier to their damage output. But the reason this is only a theory is that these exchanges are also affected by armor, positioning of the blow, racial and skill boosts to attacks and defense. In fact, there are even more theoretical factors than the ones I am mentioning¡± He said speaking his words in a rhythmic cadence, ¡°The exact numerical advantage of having such a high Endurance is not known, but doubling or tripling your opponent''s Strength score will make their Strength-modified attacks significantly weaker against you. The same is true for magical attacks and intelligence, as well as environmental damage against your physical body. Endurance essentially is the measurement of your body¡¯s ability to persist in its ideal physical state no matter the opposition. It does not, however, help you with spiritual and mental attacks¡­ that is where Wisdom comes in, and it is the area of your build I have been most concerned about.¡± ¡°Yeah, I can see that. Especially with Corruption eroding my mental defenses. The attack from the Red Eyes guy more than demonstrated that¡­¡± Tilly trailed away losing himself as he considered Ichiro''s answer, as he mindlessly followed the group through the hills at an easy jog. He had achieved some measure of mental defense against the surges of dark desires that were leveled against him in times of extreme stress, but that wouldn¡¯t help him when it came to resisting the powers of the forces arrayed against him. Ichiro watched the conflicting emotions play out across Tilly¡¯s face and lapsed into silence easily, content to give his companion space to process. ¡®The Wisdom bottleneck is where the Min-Maxing of my build takes its toll. But honestly, [Resolute] has saved my life so many times I can¡¯t imagine going forward without it, and without the increase to my survivability that Endurance has given me, I wouldn¡¯t have made it through half of the fights I have faced so far. So I¡¯m pretty much committed... ¡®Just got to keep moving forward and look for some alternative way to shore up my weakness¡¯ besides stat dumping. At least until I finally rip this thing out of me. ¡¯ ¡­ They continued on their run for hours, letting Hilbert lead them around enemy hot spots well in advance of actually seeing them. After a while, Tilly moved up to ask him about the compass object he held and he explained that it was keyed into the vampirism variant that infected the Strigoi. It was something his master had left him as a parting gift years ago. Otherwise, they made great time through the Twilight Planes, something that Hilbert said would normally be much more difficult if the Horde wasn¡¯t so concentrated on both fronts of attack. During one of their short breaks, he shared with the group that the Order still patrolled the edges of the Horde lands on their border, and typically kept covert resources invested in tracking Horde movements. Yet every major Horde aggression over the last few months had been so far away from the Order¡¯s lands, that intervention had seemed like a foolish risk to the queen, who thought each attack was a feint to lure them away from protecting their supply lines. However, the consequences of this non-interventionist policy had driven a very small number of their Order to seek out alternatives. The Horde continued to expand at an alarming rate and Hilbert, Sir Michael, and a few others thought that their continued expansion had to be stopped at all costs. The group kept their breaks short, and after what seemed like seven or eight hours, even Tilly was starting to develop a sheen of sweat under his Moundstalker armor. Franklin and Amelia were in much worse shape. They barely kept pace, relying on different herbal concoctions from Amelia¡¯s never-ending stock to keep moving. Yet, even though they had not uttered a word of complaint, Tilly was beginning to grow worried for the pair. ¡°There it is, one of our outposts!¡± Hilbert''s voice interrupted Tilly in the middle of another worried glace back at the two who were now struggling not to fall behind. ¡°We shall vouch for you and hopefully secure better transport for the rest of the trip to our Order¡¯s Capital.¡± He said, looking back at the last members of the group lathered in sweat and grime. They did not reply to his comment or even look up as he gestured to what Tilly could see was a small military structure on the horizon. The two Vampires didn''t seem winded at all for the effort, but a darker part of Tilly was glad to see that they still did have to breathe to function. He had been thinking a lot about what had happened back with the ancient cave bear, and was sure there were another couple of tricks he had up his sleeve, even in open-air environments, that would multiply his group''s attack power by an order of magnitude¡­ They approached the rest of the way to the outpost at a walk, and as they drew near, Tilly saw that it was a squat medieval-style fortress, surrounded by a wall two stories high. The moment they came within view of the fortress towers, a cry went up, and soon after, a group of ten riders emerged from the gate to meet their group out in the open. B2 Ch. 35 Team Edward Their approach didn''t seem initially hostile, but Tilly couldn¡¯t help but notice that each rider held their weapons at the ready as their formation rode out to meet his group. Once they got within range, Tilly¡¯s Identify pinged, and he learned several interesting things. Nine of the ten riders had the class; Dhampire Cavalry with levels ranging from the low forties to the mid-fifties. The warrior at the head of the formation was a painfully handsome vampire with long blond hair streaked grey at the temples. He was decked out in traditional plate mail and held his open helm under one arm, and his reins in the other. Level 74 Knight of the Sanguine Order He held the same class as Sir Michael, but his armor was much less¡­ otherworldly. Sir Michael¡¯s armor had no gaps and no discernable straps or joints, whereas this Knight wore something more like what Tilly would expect from the Middle Ages. It was ornate to be sure, marked along its edges with runes that glowed faintly but it didn¡¯t hold a candle to the intricacy of Sir Michael¡¯s. This Knight also rode out with his face uncovered, his Vampiric nature on full display. While Tilly noticed all of these details, they fell to the background as the cavalry¡¯s mounts came into full view. Each one seemed to be a nightmarish combination of horse, and skeletal hunger. They all varied in some way, some showing the greyish hairless skin of the Strigoi, some with a plump purplish hue. But all had an equine head with sharp fangs reaching down past their lower lip. Vampiric Nightmare [Mount] ¡°Ho there! I recognize you Young Hilbert¡­ and Sir Michael, I am surprised to see you away from your duty in the capitol¡­ Who are these that accompany you and what is your business past our borders?¡± The Knight called authoritatively. Sir Michael offered a simple salute in response, not overly enthusiastic, but probably keeping within the boundaries of decorum. Hilbert, however, threw on a huge smile at the Knight¡¯s approach. ¡°Sir Cador! My, it is good to see you! We are on a very important errand and would love your assistance.¡± He waved warmly. The Knight pulled up the formation and looked down on them, confusion slowly souring to suspicion, as he took in the others in the group. ¡°Errand you say? How is it I have heard nothing of this from the Queen? I gave her my report this morning and she spoke nought of you, or a group of foreigners passing into our lands¡­ especially from enemy territory.¡± ¡°Report this morning¡­ Of course, you did.¡± Hilbert muttered darkly through the side of his mouth before continuing in a loud voice. ¡°Yes well¡­ There is a chance she doesn¡¯t know about this particular¡­ Errand.¡± At that, the Knight¡¯s face hardened, and the eerily silent mounts shifted foot to foot. ¡°You can¡¯t expect me to allow you to pass. There is a reason I am trusted with this post. At the very least, I will need to hold you in the fort until I can get in contact with the Queen.¡± he said, in a weary voice. ¡°That is not acceptable,¡± Ichiro said, stepping forward to address the group. ¡°At this point, you don''t have much of a choice traveler.¡± The Sir Cador said, his hand dropping to the pommel of his sword. ¡°Well now! Hold on a minute! Sir Cador this is not what it seems, but we really are in quite a hurry!¡± Hilbert said, stepping between the two groups and appealing to the commander of the fort. The cavalry looked ready to ignore the Wizard¡¯s Apprentice, and Tilly rested his hands on the handles of his hatchets, not willing to be intimidated. Then Gorock took it way too far and drew his weapon snarling. Ichiro turned on him making a fierce negative motion with his hand, while Hilbert stepped even closer to the Knight''s group, whose mounts danced around him toward their group. Sir Cador¡¯s eyes were hard as his companions reached for weapons. ¡°Wait! We are from the newly integrated Faction currently under siege by the Horde!¡± Tilly shouted over the din of weapons being loosened. ¡°Yes! Sir Cador! If I can just have your attention for a moment more! Our business is with the Queen and it is urgent. The Horde expansion continues unchecked, and these¡­ ambassadors, hold the key to our continued survival!¡± Hilbert shrilled with both his hands in the air urging calm. Gorock reluctantly sheathed his gladius and Ichiro turned back to the group as Sir Cador¡¯s eyes narrowed further. ¡°Continued survival? I never thought to hear such weak-willed mewling from one of Merllyn¡¯s Apprentices. Since our excursion two months ago into the heart of the Deadlands, we haven¡¯t seen a single Strigoi within ten miles of our border. They are scared, Apprentice¡­ The border is secure, and we are under no obligation to intervene in distant conflicts!¡± He finished with a stubborn flintiness gleaming in his eyes. The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. At those words, Hilbert completely dropped the Mr. Nice Guy act. A fierce snarl put his fangs on full display, and runic circles started to dance around his upraised hands. Which suddenly seemed much more threatening. ¡°You bull-headed idiot! Would you just listen for a moment!¡± His voice boomed, releasing a concussive blast that whipped back everyone''s clothing. ¡°Was your son not one of the ones injured in the ¡®Excursion¡¯ as you call it? It has been painted as a victory, but half of the high table came back with that debuff, and we have yet to find a way to cleanse it. He and the others now lay entombed, perhaps never to wake, and still you cling blindly to this foolish non-interventionist idea! Just who is the mewling weakling here?¡± There was a sound like a crack of thunder and before Tilly¡¯s eye could register what had happened, Sir Michael stood before Hilbert with his mace out, catching a blow that would have cleaved the Apprentice in half. Sir Cador¡¯s reluctant, but dutiful mask was gone, as he pushed down against Sir Michael''s weapon with animalistic fury. ¡°Don¡¯t you dare sully my son''s sacrifice, Peasant!¡± The wild-eyed knight screamed, spittle flying from his fanged mouth. Hilbert¡¯s magics winked out, and he stepped right into the path of the blocked blade so that it was only a hair away from cutting his neck. The cavalry behind the enraged knight milled about in uncertainty, and Ichiro signaled everyone to wait, his eyes watching the conflict, seeing more than the rest of them could. In a voice barely above a whisper, Hilbert answered, ¡°I told you, Sir Cador¡­ They hold the key. I have seen them clear the infection with only a breath. We need to get to Camelot, and we need to get there fast. The wild flickering in the Knight¡¯s eyes slowly dimmed and he looked at the group as if seeing them for the first time. ¡°They can cure it?¡± ¡°Yes, they have even offered to help in exchange for an alliance. Something that we need desperately. It is not enough for you to let us pass¡­ I need some of your mounts temporarily bound to this party. I have seen the Horde at their gates. They will finish the winnowing in a day, and attack in earnest soon after. If they break through, we will all be out of time.¡± At that, Tilly saw Ichiro¡¯s ears twitch, and Tilly shared his surprise at the previously unrevealed intel. The Knight seemed to be on the brink of relenting before the emotion on his face drained away, reverting to its previous mask. Tilly watched as the commander thought through the risk, and made his conclusion, stepping away from Sir Michael and lowering his weapon. His expression took on that reluctant, dutiful cast that Tilly had seen in leadership hundreds of times. The face of someone unwilling to stick their necks out doing the right thing. That cowardly mask had been responsible for the deaths of more than a few people in Tilly¡¯s past life. When life-saving action butted up against protocol, professional reputations got laid on the line... and that''s when you would find the cowards hiding behind rules and regulations. That couldn¡¯t happen here. Over one hundred thousand people were depending on them to make something happen, and Tilly wasn¡¯t going to let their mission get caught up in stupid red tape. Every hour meant more deaths on the wall, let alone whatever Hilbert had just said about the ¡®winnowing¡¯. Tilly stepped right into the Knight¡¯s face as he was about to open his mouth, forcing eye contact, ¡°You don¡¯t know me, Sir Cador. But I have been marked by the same force that has infected the Horde. The same thing that now has your son. The Strigoi think they have found a new form of power, but by now, they are most likely almost completely under its control. It will not stop until it consumes everything it can reach. We can and will help your son, our nation needs you as much as you seem to need us. Don¡¯t delay us here.¡± The Knight looked Tilly up and down, taking in his strange armor, and low level as he considered his words. Then a complicated series of emotions crossed his features, ending in a hard-eyed resolve. He sheathed his sword and swore softly to himself, casting an accusatory glance at Sir Michael and Hilbert. ¡°How is it that you two are always in the midst of trouble? If I send you on and you are unable to deliver on this promise, I will beat you to death myself... if it is the last thing I do.¡± ¡°Thank you Sir Cador! You won''t regret this, we promise!¡± Hilbert answered exuberantly, before adding, ¡°Now, I know you have a command to maintain here, but we need mounts for these five if we are going to make it to Camelot at speed¡­¡± Sir Cador looked at the Wizard Apprentice like he was pushing it, but then he looked back at Amelia and Franklin struggling to remain standing. ¡°Can you not leave a few behind?¡± ¡°No.¡± Ichiro and Tilly answered at the same time. ¡°We cannot risk our true objective by splitting the party,¡± Ichiro added. ¡°And what objective is that?¡± The Knight replied, suspicion rekindling in his tone. ¡°They seek the city of Requiem.¡± Hilbert cut in, "Sir Cador, we only need you to temporarily offer up five of your bonds for the trip to the capital, nothing more. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can make our attempt to restore Constantine and the others who slumber." Sir Cador let out a long exasperated sigh and turned to his men. ¡°Oh, alright. Rich, Ed, Thaddeus, and Erec, dismount. Blood is short all across the kingdom, so your companions will be paying their own blood price. My men and I will dismiss our bonds in 6 hours. That is more than enough time for you to make it to the capital.¡± He said, moving toward his freakish horse creature and taking down his weapons. After he had them in his arms, and his men had reluctantly obeyed, he turned back to the group. ¡°Sir Michael, I do not like what you are, but I respect your place at the table. Do not give me cause to regret this.¡± He said, weapons in hand. Sir Michael saluted him formally and reached for something at his neck. Hilbert turned to the rest of them, as Ichiro moved closer to whisper, ¡°You said nothing of mounts. How far away is Camelot and why did you not speak of this Winnowing earlier?¡± Hilbert had the good sense to at least look chagrined as he answered, ¡°It will be less than the six hours they are giving us. As far as the mounts are concerned, I don¡¯t like them any more than you, but they are necessary to complete both of our missions. The time frame does not change the fact that we still need each other.¡± He explained as the soldiers led their Nightmares close to the group. ¡°You five will need to allow them to partake of your blood. This will form a temporary bond with the Nightmare and it will let you ride it as long as the bondholders maintain the manifestation.¡± Sir Cador explained to the group, a pitiless smirk on his pale face. ¡®Just how much else has Hilbert been holding back?¡± Tilly wondered to himself as his own grey-fleshed, fanged Nightmare approached, led by a sour-faced cavalryman. B2 Ch. 36 Blood Bank After a brief explanation by Hilbert on what exactly Nightmares were, and an unpleasant ritual involving the summoned mount clamping its fanged mouth onto their forearms, they were ready to go, each having given up about ten percent of their blood to the Bond. Hilbert explained that summoning a Nightmare was a unique Ability pioneered by Merllyn. Because he had basically invented a racial transformation, he had some effect on the new Abilities allowed to the new vampiric variants. This hybrid Racial Trait/Ability allowed the user to summon an equine manifestation of their greatest fears and use it as a mount. It cost them life energy to maintain, or life¡¯s blood for any not of the vampire race. After they completed the ritual, they all received some version of this status notification,
You have ritually enacted a Blood Bond. For the duration of this bond, your health will be capped at 90% and the other 10% of your life energy will go toward your Blood Bound manifestation as tribute.
Sir Cador warned them that they would be dismissing the borrowed mounts in six hours, at which time, the Nightmares and the Debuffs would disappear. None of the mounts changed as they took on new riders, maintaining the shapes of their owner''s fears, which seemed to universally revolve around hunger, and devolving into their more beastly enemies. Their guides, however, were both exceptions to this rule. Hilbert''s summoning had resulted in a mount that was a strange cross between a spider and a horse, displaying eight legs on an elongated equine torso and a set of arachnid eyes. Hibert audibly gagged as he approached the obedient creature, and shivered as he mounted it. Sir. Michael¡¯s summoning resulted in something that echoed the more Strigoi-like mounts of the Cavalry but had a deep purple tint to its skin and was incredibly sleek and muscular, as opposed to the uniformly skeletal/hungry look of the others. Once all the mounts were present, they climbed into the saddles which were another part of the spell, each adjusting to their rider magically. With a final admonishment from Sir Cador that he would be notifying the Queen of their meeting, they had set off at a gallop. They rode past the border fort and followed the road behind it, into the Sanguine Order¡¯s lands. The mounts were completely metaphysical in nature, not true living creatures, and this made riding them much easier than it should have been. Tilly had never gotten a chance to ride a horse in his past life but found the experience with the Nightmare mounts to be eerily smooth. A rhythmic staccato of hoof beats marked out their mile-eating pace as they moved through the countryside at speed. He could feel an invisible tether attaching himself to the creature. It started from the spot of the creature''s bite, and ended in the center of its mass, Tilly guessed that was the active cost of the Ability being channeled through the Blood Bound Debuff. As soon as they were out of sight of the fort, Kindle dived back down to fly parallel with the group, complaining about the ¡°animated parasites¡± the group was now riding. Tilly asked if she sensed anything evil from them, and she answered in the negative but maintained a strong feeling of distaste throughout their mental conversation. Tilly wasn¡¯t sure, but he thought it had more to do with him having another kind of bond, than any dislike she had for a summoning of this type. After a while, she ascended and promised to let him know if she spotted anything out of the ordinary. An hour or two into their journey, the climate had almost completely reverted to something that felt much more alive than the endless reddish tan of the Deadlands. The ground became covered in green grass and was characterized by intermittent stands of trees and rolling moors. Eventually, they even started to pass small villages and farms. The architectural style of these settlements ranged from typical middle-age village, with thatched roofs, and dirt roads, to human-sized hobbit-hole structures, that Tilly was able to Identify as Aos Si Barrows. Some of the ones they passed as they got deeper into the Order''s lands were absurdly large hill-covered structures, that looked like they could fit 50-100 people. The people Tilly spotted from the road were remarkably ordinary at first glance, pinging as Level 22 Farmer Or Level 15 Peasant They all shared distinctive creamy porcelain skin and glinting eyes like you would see on a cat in low light. He did not spot any other vampires on their trip but did see occasional groups of Dhampire Infantry posted in some of the larger settlements. Overall, the journey was remarkably smooth and while the Nightmares were creepy as hell, whatever magic had created this summoning Ability had made it almost idiot-proof. Tilly could constantly feel the mount responding to his intent and any movement he made with the reins seemed almost redundant. In fact, as soon as he had set it in his mind that he was following the two vampires in the lead, the Nightmare he was riding had simply continued in that vein with little or no input from Tilly. Stolen novel; please report. The mounts never slowed from the cantering pace that was set at the beginning of their journey. This probably had something to do with the fact that they didn¡¯t seem to breathe, each one tirelessly bearing its rider for the low low price of its life energy. Tilly would have loved to use the journey to ask more questions, but the noise of a group of hooves constantly hitting dirt and stone roads was prohibitive. So instead he just kept an eye on his surroundings, trying to learn as much as he could about their new neighbors. He also took the opportunity to break out some provisions and get in a meal while he could. With the Alliance under siege, he didn¡¯t think there would be much time for eating, drinking, or¡­ any other essential bodily function during this quest. Luckily for him, the stress had tightened everything right up, and he doubted he would be going any time soon. He eventually looked back to find Amelia and Franklin asleep in their saddles and was glad they had found some time to recuperate. Gorock still held the rear of the formation, looking comically large on his horse-sized mount. This more than anything told Tilly that normal physics didn¡¯t apply as Gorock¡¯s skeletal Nightmare didn''t look any more tired than the rest. Then it occurred to Tilly, that Gorock¡¯s Constitution was probably also the highest in the group, so the ten percent the creature was gaining from the Blood Bond was probably more than enough to offset the extra effort. ¡®Tilly, I see your destination ahead¡­ It is not what you are expecting.¡¯ Kindle sent through their bond, accompanied by her view of the City. From her aerial perspective, the city was dominated by a structure that appeared to be a large stone castle, half sunken into the hill upon which it was built. That hill was surrounded by three rings of stone walls, making the approach to the central structure extremely secure. As Tilly continued to examine the image, he realized two things were off from his initial perspective. First, he had vastly underestimated the scale. Kindle focused in on a figure the size of an ant patrolling the top of the outer wall, and Tilly realized that the central ring wall was twice as large as the one they had built at the mouth of the valley. The second thing he realized was that the hill, which he could now see was closer in size to a mountain, was a part of the structure itself, mirroring the Barrow style of building that he had seen throughout the countryside. Stairs and gates were set directly into the side of the grass-covered dirt and led into a settlement-sized structure within. Even with all of this, Camelot was still smaller than the Thousand Phalanx Empire''s capital, both in geographic footprint and population. But what it lacked in size, it more than made up for in defensibility. The whole city layout was clearly designed with a militaristic purpose in mind. ¡°We should see the city once we top the next rise,¡± Hilbert shouted over the sound of the galloping Nightmares. The rest of the group perked up at the news, and Tilly glanced back to catch Amelia blearily rubbing her eyes in the saddle and Franklin stretching in his. Hilbert pulled up at the top of the gentle hill and waited for the rest of the group to catch up. No one gasped as the city came into view, but you could tell that everyone was impressed by the sight of the valley below and the huge hill fortress that dominated it. From the ground view, Tilly got an even better sense of the scale. First, the hill that the castle was sunken into was probably the size of ten or fifteen city blocks, and it rose more than a hundred feet off the ground. The only reason Tilly didn''t feel like it qualified as a small mountain was that it looked like it was made up of dirt, not stone. Every inch of the hill not supporting an opening to the interior or a cobblestone road, was covered in grass and cultivated plant life. About fifteen feet out from the base of the giant Barrow was the innermost of the three walls, with one main gate leading out of the fortress and into a more traditional middle-age settlement with stone and timber buildings and slate roofs. This more familiar cityscape filled all the space between the second and third walls. Outside of the second wall stood some of the settlement-style architecture of the inner section but also displayed larger more impressive structures, some of which broke with the middle-age theme. Tilly spotted a large timber arena and several buildings that could have been temples, including two that he thought he recognized from his time sneaking into the Temple of Light. It looked like the space between the first and second walls was for commercial ventures, while the space between the second and innermost walls was reserved for native residential areas and smaller businesses. Overall the city was incredible and made it crystal clear to Tilly the differences between the factions in higher and lower-level areas. Even the land around the city felt¡­ denser. Richer in some indescribable way that made its potential apparent. ¡°And he will build a great city¡­ where all will know peace and prosperity,¡± Hilbert said, almost to himself as they all looked out over the seat of power for the Sanguine Order. Then the dreamy expression on his face hardened into something more serious, and he turned to the rest of the group. ¡°There is a tax to enter the city. I do not know if you carry any Standard currency, but the price can also be paid in blood. Almost everything in the city can be bought with blood if you are willing to pay. The blood tax, once paid, typically results in a 10% Constitution debuff, and it lasts for 5-10 hours depending on your race. Once we reach the gates, I will banish your mounts, and the Blood Bond will be removed. Ichiro frowned in thought, and Tilly wondered about money for the first time. Did they have currency? What was the ¡°Standard¡±? How was that handled between Factions? ¡°How is the tax collected?¡± Amelia asked, staring down at the city with a considering look. ¡°What do you mean?¡± Then realization dawned on Hilbert''s features, ¡°Oh, gods! No one bites you or anything, we have magical devices that collect and store the payment to an exact degree.¡± Hilbert answered. ¡°The devices are certified by the Commerce Guild itself and can not be tampered with by any except guild workers. The city has a long-standing agreement with them to make our non-traditional economy work and it has been safely in place for hundreds of years. That being said, never give blood to someone looking to circumvent the system. It is in place for a reason, and exchanging blood outside of its bounds is illegal in our lands.¡± He finished sternly, clearly proud of the system that governed those in power. At his explanation, Ichiro nodded slowly. ¡°We do have some meager funds if a need arises, but I would prefer we save them. Is everyone willing to pay the tax?¡± He asked turning toward the rest of them. B2 Ch. 37 Taxation Without Representation Under Ichiro''s open gaze, no one hesitated in affirming their willingness to take on a Constitution Debuff for the benefit of the mission. With that settled, he turned toward the two vampires and gestured forward, ¡°We are ready and in your care. We need to see your Queen as quickly as possible and will do whatever we can for those who are infected. After that, we must continue on, perhaps stopping for some specific supplies on the way out.¡± ¡°Of course. We will do whatever we must to gain an audience immediately.¡± Hilbert intoned heavily, rubbing at his forearm where he had cut his oath, before bringing his mount into a canter forward. The group followed Hilbert as he set off, and Tilly once again marveled at how smoothly the summoned mount responded to his intentions. They covered the rest of the distance to the first gate relatively quickly, and as they approached, Tilly called up to Kindle, ¡®Hey girl, we are headed into an unknown here, and I honestly don¡¯t know if it would be safer for you to stay out of the city or ride in with us¡­ So I¡¯m going to let you decide.¡¯ ¡®I am coming now. I will move with you into the city and make it harder for any to dismiss your words. Only fools would take my presence lightly.¡¯ Tilly looked up and watched as a blue speck slowly grew larger, falling from the sky and fanning out her wings at the last second to halt her dive. Her talons touched the top of Tilly¡¯s pack almost gently as she fluffed her feathers, not quite hiding her pleasure at such a smooth landing. ¡®Impressive! I can¡¯t believe how fast you have improved.¡¯ Tilly sent, not having to lean into the compliment at all. It was jarring to watch her grow in leaps and bounds like this. ¡®It is less improvement and more remembrance. I regain myself as I grow stronger. I do not yet know my full capabilities, but I know they are far greater than what I have discovered so far.¡¯ She sent back preening. As they drew near the gates, they found a small line of people moving through the taxation process, and a large group of wagons off to the side, waiting to go through the process before entering the city. Tilly curiously eyed the different cargos as they passed, spotting normal goods, like produce and textiles, but also seeing things that he couldn¡¯t figure out in a glance, even with Identify active. There was a large chunk of silver crystal roped down on a wagon bed that the system labeled as, Silverite. There was also a train of wagons protected by surly-looking one-eyed guards, Level 48 Cyclopic Brawlers On the backs of their wagons were large urns lashed upright by numerous ropes. The urns were covered in a red glowing script, reminiscent of what Tilly had seen on the blood repositories Hilbert and Sir Michael had shown them. But the script looked sloppy as if it had been carelessly scrawled instead of meticulously crafted. Tilly couldn¡¯t help but get a queasy feeling as he stared at them. Then Hilbert¡¯s voice interrupted Tilly¡¯s gawking, ¡°Ho the Gate! Good morning Gentlemen, how goes the watch?¡± He called cheerfully, bypassing the other individuals waiting in line, and moving right to the guards and official running the tax and entry checkpoint. There was some grumbling as they passed the others on foot and wagon, but everyone quieted once they saw the Nightmares. It would make sense that the mounts typically marked a higher station in the city, and Tilly realized it was probably one of the reasons Hilbert had angled for their whole group to borrow the creatures. At Hilbert''s greeting, all the dhampire guards and the vampire official looked up at the approaching group wearing many shades of the same frown. None seemed interested in matching Hilbert''s cheerful tone. Then from within the shadow of the gate, an elegant-looking knight with dark hair and even darker eyes stepped forward, a sneer evident on his face. Level 68 Knight of the Sanguine Order ¡°Ah, the stable boy had returned¡­ Imagine my surprise when I was called from standing vigil over my brothers, to fetch our little lost lamb.¡± ¡°Sir Accolon, of course... it''s you,¡± Hilbert replied in surprise at the sudden appearance of the knight, his tone slipping into a higher octave. At his false cheer, the dark-eyed knight¡¯s sneer turned further downward into a snarl, ¡°You¡¯ve finally done it, you filthy upstart. She is ready to set you cleaning Dagonet¡¯s cage for the next century. And you!¡±- He said, turning on Sir Michael- ¡° You call yourself one of us, but we all know what you are. Some of the others may be fooled, but after abandoning your post, they will see what I do, an imposter.¡± he finished his accusation by spitting on the ground at the feet of the Nightmare. Sir Michael didn¡¯t even flinch at the insult, while Hilbert looked¡­ mildly nauseous.If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. Ichiro moved his horse slightly forward and attempted to salvage the situation. ¡°Sir, we are here as official emissaries from the new Faction grafted into these lands. We request an audience with-¡± ¡°I know what you claim. Cador sent in the report hours ago. We don¡¯t believe in good fortune or miracles around here, and that old buffoon must be getting desperate to make such a misstep.¡± He said dismissively, barely glancing in Ichiro¡¯s direction. ¡°Pay the tax and dismiss those mounts you have sullied. You are to come with me, and the Queen will see you at her earliest convenience.¡± He sighed, his anger turning to exasperation as the sneer settled back into place. ¡°We have seen it with our own eyes, Accolon-¡± Hilbert started to explain, but was cut off by a furious hiss from the Knight, ¡°How dare you refuse me my title!¡± - He barked his fury blazing back to life in an instant. - ¡° Do not waste any more of my time on this farce. Remove yourselves from those mounts and pay the tax!¡± He demanded, eyes glinting dangerously. Hilbert nodded stiffly in reply and complied. He dismounted his eight-legged Nightmare careful to avoid looking at the creature and Sir Michael mirrored him, seeming completely at ease, even in the face of the tense exchange. The rest of the group followed suit, and Hilbert muttered something under his breath to his mount, causing it to fade away like fog before a noonday sun. He then moved towards the rest of the mounts, muttering an incantation before each one, and laying a glowing hand on its withers. At the glowing touch of his magic, they each faded away. In less than a minute, all of the Nightmares were gone, and they stood before the uncomfortable-looking official and the contingent of guards who didn''t want to be caught in the middle of whatever was playing out between the Knights and the Wizard¡¯s Apprentice. ¡°Arms please gentlemen.¡± The official asked the two vampires, who moved with rote compliance, stretching out their right forearms. The official pulled out what looked like a large enchanted monocle, and peered down at the appendages for a moment before waving them through. Whatever the device checked, it seemed unaffected by the armor Sir Michael wore or Hilbert¡¯s colorful robes. Then the rest of the group moved up and the official droned, ¡°Blood or Standard? Blood tax is currently set at 1.32 pints. Standard is 7 silver, 4 coppers today.¡± ¡°We will pay in blood¡± Ichiro responded cooly, moving to present his arm first. The official marked something in his ledgers and lifted another object from the table. It was a dull grey metal tube marked with arcane symbols and as he held one end to Ichiro¡¯s arm, the symbols started to glow red. Blood Extraction Tube Rare {Commerce Guild Certified} The light of the tube was matched by a large container behind the table that was also covered in the now glowing symbols. Blood Vessel Epic {Commerce Guild Certified} ¡®They must be linked.¡¯ He thought as the red glow died simultaneously on the Vessel and the Extraction Tube. The guard¡¯s position flanking the official to both sides now took on new meaning as Tilly realized that they were probably there as much to guard the Blood Vessel, as the gate. Ichiro filed past, looking no worse for the experience, and Tilly moved up next, holding up his arm and pulling back his sleeve without a word. The official made another mark in his ledger and placed the end of the tube against his skin, activating its ruby glow- The device sputtered, flashing red, before going dark, and the official sighed, ¡°Traveler, please deactivate any defensive Abilities, this is not designed to hurt you.¡± ¡°Uh, I don¡¯t have any defensive Abilities,¡± Tilly replied, confused. ¡°Sir," The Official started with a flat look, "we have been doing this for a long time, you are not the first one to think of such things¡­ but you will not be entering the city without paying, either in blood or coin.¡± ¡°I¡¯m telling you. I don¡¯t have anything active at all right now, it''s a problem with your stick thing.¡± ¡°Excuse me, I believe I may understand the problem.¡± - Amelia said, stepping up from behind Tilly in line. ¡°I do not know what the device is rated for in regards to Endurance, but despite his displayed level,¡± Amelia said gesturing vaguely above Tilly¡¯s head, ¡°he is probably well above the threshold for that device.¡± ¡°Preposterous!¡±- The official sputtered.- ¡°The enchantment is rated through the second tier of Endurance.¡± ¡°Wow, really?¡± Amelia answered looking over at Tilly with a shocked smile. ¡°You really doubled down on Endurance, huh?¡± She continued trying unsuccessfully to push down her grin. ¡°I have very good reasons for my build. I got it approved by Shuji and everything!¡± Tilly replied in mock offense, while the official looked on aghast. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but you can¡¯t be serious. To do such a thing would be to cripple any possibility of balance¡­¡± He cut in incredulously. At his statement, Tilly winced, his small smile at Amelia¡¯s teasing disappearing as he turned back to the Official. ¡°I said, I have my reasons. Now can I pay this tax or not?¡± ¡°Ah, yes, of course, my mistake¡­¡± The official replied, shuffling around behind the checkpoint, before pulling out a new metal tube, with the same markings. The only difference seemed to be that this one was made up entirely of silver. Tilly held his arm up again and the official pressed the end against it and activated the enchanted object. Blood Extraction Tube Epic {Commerce Guild Certified} The symbols roared to life instantly, and Tilly felt a rushing sensation as something was pulled out of his center through his arm and into the devices. He couldn¡¯t understand how Ichiro had endured the feeling so calmly. It felt like he was being sucked dry, and as the device winked out, Tilly struggled to stay on his feet, swaying in place. The official frowned as he turned and watched the glowing symbols on the Blood Vessel stay lit for another three seconds. ¡°That can''t be correct¡± He muttered to himself, while a new debuff flashed at the top of Tilly¡¯s HUD and he attempted to steady himself against the surface of the checkpoint. Blood Loss: You have lost over 30% of your blood in a short amount of time, -30% to your Constitution for five hours. ¡°Uh¡­¡± Tilly said shakily, ¡°My math may not be perfect, but this thing took way more than 1.2 pints from my body.¡± B2 Ch. 38 Don鈥檛 Stop Me Now Tilly experienced a strange combination of nausea and sleepiness before he managed to fully steady himself against the checkpoint table. Losing that much blood without a wound was a surreal experience and it took a moment for him to get his bearings. The official was busy turning back and forth between the device and the vessel behind him, repeatedly muttering under his breath. The dark-eyed Knight cleared his voice noisily from the shadow of the gate, and the official jumped, startled by the interruption to his musings. ¡°Ah. Very sorry... Sir, this is quite irregular, I do apologize. I don''t think the device was calibrated to be able to factor what could be, do pardon me for saying this, an unforeseeable ratio between Endurance and Constitution. Nonetheless, the error is ours and while we can not issue you your blood back,¡± he said, pulling out a special sheet of paper with gilded edges and starting to fill it out. ¡° I can issue you this notice of refund along with a small damage payment from the Commerce Guild. Their backing comes with an insurance policy of sorts. Turn it in, and they will issue you a payment in either Standard or local currency.¡± He finished, signing the paper with a flourish and handing it over to Tilly.
Notice of Refund - {This document can no longer be altered} It has been sealed with an official Skill. This notice of device failure must be turned in by Jonathan Tillman to be exchanged for fiat currency at any Commerce Guild location. Item cannot be lost or stolen.
¡°Thanks¡­¡± Tilly smiled weakly, rolling up the sheet and stuffing it in his pack. ¡°Villers! If you take any longer, I will leave them here to find their own way to the keep and I will give the Queen your name when she demands why!¡± Sir Accolon shouted in impatience. The official fumbled with the original Extractor and laid it against Amelia¡¯s arm as she stepped up smoothly behind Tilly. ¡°It¡¯s never easy with you is it?¡± She whispered conspiratorially to him, as the device lit up along with the vessel. She didn¡¯t flinch as the blood extraction finished and moved past to join the others. Tilly didn''t bother to restrain a woozy smile at her antics. It was kind of nice to be able to joke around a little bit, even if it only seemed to be possible in the middle of a life-or-death mission. The last members of their group made it through without a hitch and they all moved past the checkpoint. They passed under the foreboding portcullises and murder holes as Accolon stepped in front of them sneering for all he was worth. ¡°Gods, I can already tell you are going to be a chore. Come, Her Majesty waits for no one.¡± He declared curtly before turning on his heels and moving through to the light on the other side of the gate passage. The group hurried after and found a small escort of six Dhampire Guardsmen waiting for them. They were each dressed in fine livery, and carried polearms. Level 42 Dhampire Guardsmen. At the arrival of their leader, the group of guardsmen spread out to encompass the group, and began their march through the city with Sir Accolon at the head, followed by a slightly discordant Hilbert and a silent Sir Michael. The escort moved through the city at a quick walk and Tilly was struck by the differences between it and the empire¡¯s capital, the only other city he had encountered so far on Nephesh. The streets were cobbled and the outer district held large medieval-style buildings. This was completely different from the sandstone-paved streets and heavily Roman-influenced architecture of the empire. Both had felt established, but Tilly thought that there was a good chance that this Faction was younger by a significant margin, despite its higher Tier of power. He couldn¡¯t begin to guess the ages of some of the vampiric figures Hilbert had told them about in his short recount of their faction¡¯s history, but he doubted the faction as a whole was more than five hundred years old. Tilly mulled over the nature of the rising and falling of power on Nephesh as they passed a side street leading to the arena, several large inns, and a theater. He did note that there were no beggars on the streets, or any signs of poverty for that matter. In fact, on the whole, the streets were far less crowded than either the Alliance''s new capital or the Empire¡¯s before it. That is not to say that there wasn¡¯t a constant buzz of activity thrumming through the city. It''s just that while there was traffic, there were no choke points on the roads, and while there was the murmur and chatter that accompanied any population center, Tilly didn''t catch any of the shouting that he would expect from hawkers. A variety of peoples and races could be seen on the main road, but everyone seemed subdued, not cowed per se but something indefinable was missing¡­ Soon enough they were through the first section of the city and had passed another gate, this one manned by guards who seemed much less impressed by the Knights in their company. Both Knights and Hilbert had to present their arms again, and a writ was requested from Sir Accolon to prove permission for ¡°outsiders¡± to gain admittance to the inner city. This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. Once they were through to the inner city, any hint of outside architectural influence disappeared. The population was reduced again by a significant factor, and they were almost all of the Aos Si race. A pale, beautiful people who all carried the same air of aloofness. There were some businesses in this section of the city, but most of the buildings were residential in nature. The trip through this area was much shorter than the last and with only a few looks of interest from the residents. The escort proceeded to the main gate of the Keep, a solid intimidating structure that looked like it was about to be swallowed whole by the giant barrow that engulfed it. The stone fortifications jutted from the manicured grass and landscaping of the hill it was built into and its opening yawned wide, leading into the significantly darker interior of the keep. This checkpoint was manned by two Knights who wore their entire plate, and while their armor didn''t obscure their faces like Sir Michael¡¯s, they seemed just as uninterested in talking. Both hardly moved as they watched the procession pass through the security checks and gain admittance to the Keep. Sir Accolon fought fire with fire, leaning into ignoring their presence as fully as possible as he passed by. Sir Michael, on the other hand, offered them a formal salute before continuing into the keep. Once inside the structure, strange pinkish lights began to illuminate the cavernous hallway and numerous servants became visible, moving about the passage busily attending to whatever duties their stations demanded. All of them were Aos Si. As Sir Accolon continued to lead them forward confidently, Hilbert looked around and slowed his pace, allowing him to fall in with their group. He flicked his hands subtly casting something that muted the air around them. Without looking at them he muttered, ¡°This is both going better and worse than I thought. As long as you are able to clear the infection, everything should be fine. I am afraid that due to the way we have¡­ gained Her Majesty¡¯s attention, your welcome will not be very warm. Whatever happens to Sir Michael and I, do not get involved. Maintain your positions as emissaries, and be insistent that you be allowed a demonstration of your claims." At this point, most of the group seemed unsurprised by the complicated nature of their reception but they all nodded along with the explanation. Except for Gorock, Tilly wasn¡¯t even sure he had heard. The giant had found a piece of jerky from somewhere and was noisily chewing it with eyes glazed over in pleasure. Hilberts dismissed his small spell and picked up his pace to rejoin Michael¡¯s side, a small popping sound accompanying his movement away from the group. Tilly cast a side eye at the guards, who appeared not to have noticed anything, and found himself impressed by the Apprentice''s sneakiness. They had entered a huge underground hall, floored by a beautiful mosaic that was too large for Tilly to gain an understanding of what it depicted while walking on it. At the end of the hall was a giant staircase leading up to a set of double doors flanked by numerous smaller entrances. In the distance, Tilly saw a group being let into the double doors and faintly heard a crier announcing the group to whatever was on the other side. He had difficulty making it out over the clattering of their footfalls on the mosaic. Sir Accolon reached the base of the stairs and leapt up them two at a time, obviously ready to be done with his fetching duty, and the rest of them had to jog to keep up. As they topped the stairway, a servant in an ornate uniform moved forward from one of the side doors and stepped in close to speak with Sir Accolon. The Knight nodded along in annoyance at whatever he heard and as soon as the servant stepped away Sir Accolon turned and smiled at them, showing the full length of his fangs. ¡°And so, my duty is fulfilled. Stable boy, you and this hulking imposter are to be tried before the High Table for disobeying orders and dereliction of duty. As for your friends¡± - He said, turning his toothy smile on them- ¡°They will receive their chance to beg of the queen¡¯s mercy. But know this, she is much less patient with fools than she once was. So do not waste the Table''s time. Be quick about your business. You will be called in as soon as the current filth is shown out. Apparently, it is a day of vagrants and swindlers...¡± He finished, smile curling down into its typical sneer before turning and walking down the hallway to another much nicer side entrance and entering. At his apparent dismissal, the Guards backed away to the tops of the stars, keeping watch on the group, but labeling them as no threat. Hilbert moved to the benches flanking the large door and collapsed into one of them looking exhausted, leaving Sir Michael to remain stoically standing watch in front of the large doors. Tilly moved toward the slouching Apprentice to try and get as much information as possible about what they were going to face in the chamber, when another side door, opposite of the one Sir Acollon had moved through, opened. A lady in an ornate dress rushed out of it, closing the door behind her carefully to reduce any noise. Level 32 Lady in Waiting She wore a beautiful dress cinched tight around the bodice but flowing outward at the hips, and her hair was piled atop her head in a complex configuration of braids and ribbons. As soon as she turned from the door, her pale beautiful face took on a look of such exasperated disbelief that Tilly couldn¡¯t help but feel ashamed by association, even though the look was entirely directed at Hilbert. ¡°How could you!?!¡± She sputtered at the Apprentice who opened his eyes wearily before registering the owner of the voice. As soon as he saw her, he sprang up, ramrod straight. ¡°Mallytza! My dearest! What news of the court?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t ¡®what news of the Court¡¯ me!¡±- she almost ranted, before looking around and schooling her voice.- ¡±After your display in front of the High Table, you were expressly forbidden from pursuing your plan. Not only did you ignore a command from the Queen, you pulled away one of those called to stand vigil!¡± She whisper-shouted, before turning to the statuesque Sir Michael who somehow managed to look chagrined without moving a muscle. ¡°And you! You know full well your standing at the table! Half think you should have never been admitted in the first place. With this, you will lose your seat for certain, if not worse! What have you to say for yourselves?¡± Hilbert stood, shooting a quick look at Sir Michael, before holding up pleading hands, ¡°Mallytza, my moon and stars. We did it! We have found a cure to the Blood Darkness.¡± He said, gesturing vaguely in Tilly¡¯s direction like he was some sort of commodity. ¡°It will be a simple matter to negotiate terms, and see all those who are laid low restored!¡± At his words, the Lady in Waiting turned to consider the outsiders for the first time. B2 Ch. 39 Court Crashers The Lady in Waiting considered the group for a moment, processing Hilbert¡¯s words. ¡°-Can you do it?¡± she asked cutting straight to the point. ¡°Yes, Ma¡¯am. I can clear up anything but the worst cases. If they are too far gone for me, then it is probably too late for them anyway.¡± Tilly answered solemnly. Kindle took the opportunity to fluff up her feathers while sitting on his pack, drawing the Lady¡¯s eyes for a brief moment. ''Nice'' he sent to her with the image of a thumbs up. ¡°Well,¡± she said, turning back to Hilbert and Sir Michael before lowering her voice even further, ¡°the shortage has gotten worse since you left, and with the new levies, we are coming perilously close to our emergency reserves.¡± She whispered, leaning closer to Hilbert so that Tilly was barely able to hear what she was saying. ¡°...I thought the entry tax was higher than I remembered,¡± Hilbert muttered. ¡°She has already raised those taxes twice, but with many of our trading partners turtling up against the rising threat and the residents hitting their Life Energy Limit we are at our lowest level in decades¡± ¡°I thought we carefully monitored the residential Life Energy Limit!¡± ¡°We do! But what other options do we have? The Weasel somehow heard about our predicament, and it is a sign of the times that the Queen has even given him an audience.¡± ¡°I wondered about the shoddy blood magic I saw coming in. She can¡¯t be considering it! The last time he..." Tilly had been so focused on listening to the whispered conversation that he had missed the entry of another group to the main hall. But as they approached the base of the large stairway, the clamor of their footfalls made the rest of the exchange impossible for him to hear. Tilly turned and saw another group of Guards escorting some of those Cycloptic Brawlers from the strange caravan. There were four of the One-Eyed Brawlers forming two pairs that bore a stave running through the handle of the large clay urn covered in angry red symbols. The Cycloptic Brawlers must have been a Strength-based class because they had no trouble carrying the urn, which looked like it could hold over four hundred gallons of liquid. They marched along with their Dhampire escort, not hesitating as they reached the stairs and started climbing. Once again, Tilly got a sickly feeling at the sight of the urn, and as the guards approached holding it, his gut churned. The lingering nausea from the blood loss and the heady feeling emanating from the vessel and the four Brawlers combined to make his vision swim for just a moment as they passed him, reaching the top of the stairs. To his left, the large double doors swung open and a rich velvety voice echoed from within, ¡°There they are now, Your Majesty. Once you see my product, you will understand that this opportunity is exactly what your Order needs in such trying times.¡± Then the door swung shut, and Tilly¡¯s vision refocused, Mallytza, Ichiro, and Hilbert were now whispering furiously behind him, but their words were lost in the background as he clutched his stomach. Amelia approached him, her eyes following the path of the urn with as much concern as he felt. ¡°I don¡¯t like the feeling of that magic. It¡¯s too close to the Naga¡¯s with a similar¡­ Taint.¡± She muttered, turning towards him and noticing his discomfort for the first time. Kindle chirped in agreement, watching the closing door with a sharp gleam in her eye. As the doors finished closing, Tilly straightened, pulling his arms away from his center, and coming fully back to himself, his mind finally parsing the different sensations that had rolled through his body. Some were new, but the sudden writhing he had felt reverberating up his side was not. An awful clarity washed over him, and he looked over at his companions in momentary shock. ¡°Those warriors are Corrupted¡­ And whatever they say is in that urn, it''s a lie. Something terrible is waiting inside." Amelia¡¯s eyes narrowed considerably, ¡°Are you sure, I felt something from my infection, but it is faint and it is not the first time I have felt such things over the last month...¡± She asked, her intensity trailing off as her internal struggle with Corruption came to mind. The wriggling twisting through Tilly¡¯s torso was beginning to subside, like the wringing of nervous hands. As he thought back to the other times he had felt this sensation, he was reminded of the first time he had confronted Titus. ¡°No, I¡¯m sure. We have to do something about this now¡­ before it''s too late!¡± He growled, the reality of the situation settling on him with its full force. He turned and rushed to the trio behind him and Amelia followed, mirroring his urgency. The three looked up at his approach. ¡°We have a serious problem. Whatever is in those Urns is Corrupted.¡± Tilly announced in a heavy whisper. Ichiro¡¯s eyes sharpened immediately and then glazed over as he looked through the door at the hall beyond with his sight ability. The Lady in Waiting didn¡¯t register the meaning of his words, but Hilbert¡¯s face fell at the announcement.If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. ¡°Corrupted... that is how you refer to the blood darkness, isn¡¯t it¡­ You mean to say that it''s some sort of trap?¡± He answered anxiously. ¡°Absolutely...¡± Tilly''s answer was cut off by a sudden breeze to his right, marking Sir Michael¡¯s arrival. ¡°-We need to get in there and stop whatever is about to happen.¡± He finished urgently. Hilbert''s face fell even further, if it could have gotten any paler, it would have. ¡°Gods above, I hope you are right¡­ wait, no I-¡± ¡°Hilbert, what is happening?¡± Mallytze demanded, ¡°Darling, whatever the Weasel just brought into the High Chamber will be disastrous for our Order if it is not contained.¡± At that, her confusion melted away to deadly focus, and Ichiro¡¯s distant gaze focused back on the group, ¡°A very large shift is coming. Threads are already fraying.¡± He added. ¡°Alright, alright!¡±- Hilbert waved in frustration- ¡°We need to get in, and I am afraid these guards will not allow that on a simple hunch¡­ I have a fairly illegal Mind magic spell I can use, but have to be completely outside of their attention to use it.¡± ¡°Distraction got it,¡± Tilly answered resolutely, by this time their huddle had been joined by Franklin and Gorock, the latter of whom was now smiling hungrily at the break in the boredom. ¡°I will return to the Queen''s side as quickly as possible, she must know,¡± Mallytze said, producing a pair of daggers from nowhere and laying them against the flat of her forearms as she glided back to the servant door with a sudden feline grace. ¡°I will stay here, the rest of you move over to the doors, and be ready to move as soon as the guards are down, the spell will only last for about ten breaths. ¡° Hilbert muttered, already forming arcane gestures with his hands. The group quickly moved to the space before the double doors, having already attracted the attention of the majority of the guards with their furious whispering. Tilly immediately began belligerently shouting, not wanting any of them to glance over at Hilbert, who had remained in the shadow of the closing servant''s door. ¡°Listen, you hose-wearing peacocks! I am tired of waiting, we have something very important to share with your Queen. I won''t be kept out here like some errand boy!¡± Tilly yelled, putting on his best impression of a drunk looking for trouble¡­ He didn¡¯t know why that was what came to him in the moment, but the guards ate it up, moving toward him with polearms at the ready. ¡°Sir, you will await the Queen''s pleasure!¡± One of the guards shouted back, as they approached from their positions around the top of the hall. As soon as the last guard passed Hilbert''s position, the Wizard¡¯s Assistant raised his hands. ¡°I honestly don''t give a shit-¡± Tilly said, dropping his pack, as Kindle took to the air above the group. - ¡°about your Queen¡¯s pleasure.¡± Then he drew his hatchets and painted a manic grin on his face at the cautious approach of the guards. At that insult, the group of Guards pulled back their lips in snarls showing fangs and giving voice to their outrage. Just before they could charge, Hilbert completed the spell, and a pink flash ripped through the hall. Tilly¡¯s vision cleared and he found the Guards frozen in a tight half-circle around him, having begun a charge, but now wearing a vague expression of confusion on their slack faces. ¡°Move! Ten Breaths!¡± Hilbert shouted, rushing toward the doors. The group had all drawn weapons, and Gorock and Sir Michael flung open the doors releasing the last sentence of the conversation that had been going on within. ¡°Inspect this sample for yourself Your Majesty, it will more than assuage your concerns.¡± The velvety voice promised. Time seemed to freeze as everyone within the large chamber looked up at the unexpected interruption when the main doors where flung open. In that momentary confusion, both groups sized each other up. The chamber was large and circular, the outer edge taken up by large stone columns, and a table that sat just in front of the pillars, wrapping around the whole space in a circular strip of elaborately carved wood. There must have been over a hundred seats around the table, but about four-fifths sat empty. Three seats directly across from the opening were more ornate than any of the others. The center and largest seat in the chamber was empty, as was the one to its right. But the one to its left held a hauntingly beautiful pale Vampire in a rich red dress. Her eyes were two ruby orbs that shifted their narrow suspicious gaze from the center of the chamber to the entrance. Level ??? Sanguine Sorceress Superior. The center of the chamber was opened and currently held the four Brawlers, who had dropped their burden, and a hooked-nosed man who must have been the owner of the velvety voice. He had just passed off a goblet of something to one of the two Knights standing guard before the Queen and at their interruption, his face had screwed up into a rictus of rage. Level 59 Black Market Trafficker. Tilly was shocked to see his third human in his time on Nephesh. ¡°You dare enter this Chamber unannounced!¡± The queen shouted, rising to her feet. ¡°Your Majesty, If you could give us a moment to explain!¡± Hilbert shouted, rushing in behind Tilly, with the sound of outraged guards coming to their senses echoing from outside. Tilly¡¯s eyes had become hyperfocused on the other Human in the room, whose face had immediately schooled to calm. He started walking toward the urn at the center of the room as if nothing was amiss. Tilly¡¯s gut twisted in on itself, and he knew without a shadow of a doubt he had to stop this man. ¡°Hilbert-¡± The Queen started before being interrupted by Tilly¡¯s shout ringing through the chamber, ¡°Stop him from reaching the urn!¡± As if his words broke the fragile glass of stillness in the room, everyone started moving at once. One of the two Knights protecting the Queen drew his weapon and rushed forward, passing the Trafficker and charging Tilly¡¯s group, the other remained motionless, looking down at the cup in his hands. The rest of the Knights surrounding the chamber exploded to their feet, but few had weapons in hand, and even fewer still were wearing their full plate. Tilly''s whole group charged forward toward the urn and the Brawlers, while the Trafficker dropped his pretense of calm and sprinted toward the center of the room. ¡°I demand to know the mean-¡± The Queen shouted, her voice carrying through the hall, before collapsing as the Knight in front of her, the one who had received the cup, groaned and dropped it, looking down at his arm in horror. It began to bulge and deform under his armor. ¡°What-¡± Her voice fell, just as Mallytza arrived at her side, weapons drawn. B2 Ch. 40 A Bloody Mess Too much was happening for Tilly to keep up with events as they unfolded around him in a flurry of chaos and conflict. He didn''t get a magical 360 slow-mo breakdown of the fight as it happened step by step. Instead, his whole attention zeroed in on the narrow band of obstacles and objectives that lay before him. Sir Michael exploded past the rest of the charging group to crash into the Brawlers while Ichiro and Gorock immediately peeled off to block the charging Knight opening the path for Tilly to slip in between. He pumped his legs in Sir Michael¡¯s wake while vaguely noting Hilbert, Amelia, and Franklin hanging back to start casting. Sir Michael¡¯s charge must have been a gap-close Ability because as hard as Tilly had taken off, he had been left in the dust. The Knight was almost instantaneously bashing his mace through the group of Brawlers like an Italian grandma attacking a lump of dough. The Knight successfully locked down all four guards with his impact and follow-up strikes. Tilly took full advantage of his initiative to leap over the conflict leaning into his now superhuman Dexterity. Sensing his intent, Kindle soared in behind him, matching velocity, and grabbed his back in the air, lending him a slight increase in lift to clear the dueling fighters. Mid-flight, Tilly finally regained a line of sight on the Black Market Trafficker... Who had already reached the Urn and was ripping off its lid with an expression of manic glee pulling tight at the skin of his face. The lid came fully away, the markings around its surface flashed red, and died, ending their containment of the thing within. As soon as its prison was open, Corruption exploded out from the opening, a writhing mass of tentacles and teeth. This was especially unfortunate for Tilly, whose aerial momentum took him directly toward the center mass of the creature exploding out from the vessel. A split second before he hit, Identify pinged, notifying him that it was not one large monster, but hundreds of smaller things, densely packed together in a stream of terror and hatred. Level 12 Corrupted Splitter Collective In a split second, Tilly activated Flame''s Wrath with a yell of anticipated trauma tearing itself free from his throat. His burning form crashed into the pillar of black writhing tentacles with a sizzling meaty thunk. The impact disrupted the Splitter Collective''s momentum as it attempted to branch out into dozens of attacking appendages. Kindle screeched from above, sending out a torrent of blue flames to follow up on the impact multiplying the effect of Tilly''s unwilling surprise attack. The mouths near the impact site screamed as one, and their center mass exploded in a burst of fiery kinetic energy. Despite the caustic nature of his presence to the creature, the unmelted mouths now surrounding him furiously tried to latch onto his body, in some places succeeding before being burned away by the ongoing damage output of Flame¡¯s Wrath. He waved his axes around wildly, cutting away huge swathes of the collective before falling through the creature to the other side of the urn and landing like a puddle of vomit at the feet of Black Market Trafficker. The Splitter was utterly devastated by his attack, but it proved true to its name and divided what remained of its mass into hundreds of tentacled starfish with mouths. The little creatures scattered everywhere rushing the surrounding Knights who were only just now charging into the fray, shocked at the turn of events. Tilly looked up as manic laughter sounded above him, the greasy-haired human gloating in the chaos. A pillar of Corruption had grown up behind him completely consuming one of the two guardian Knights. It lashed constantly at the shocked Queen, who had summoned a ruby shield just in time. Mallytza was by her side, whirling her daggers in complicated patterns and removing any offending appendages that came close to sipping past the Queen''s defense. ¡°Do you see, brother? Why fight it? A new world order is coming to this Plane, and we are destined to be its rulers.¡± He cackled, his voice ringing with that same velvety invitation he had used earlier. ¡°Yeah, I¡¯m going to have to stick with a no on this one!¡± Tilly growled, leaping to his feet, and lashing out at the guy with two enflamed strikes. Unfortunately, the wild look in the man¡¯s eyes did nothing to slow his reflexes. Before Tilly¡¯s strikes could land, the man reached up to a pendant at his neck, activating an opaque faceted shield emblem, inset with a glowing gray gem. A spherical shield sprung up to protect the man, rendering him impervious to Tilly¡¯s attacks which struck against the glass-like surface with dull thuds. ¡°Don¡¯t bother, even she couldn¡¯t get through this easily¡± he smiled, wild glee glowing on his face as he gestured over his shoulder nonchalantly. Behind him, the Queen finished a series of arcane gestures and shouted, ¡°Enough!¡± before loosing a surge of what could only be blood magic. The ruby streams of Mana formed into a series of whirling blades, blurring through the creature in front of her and decimating it before continuing on to crash against the Black Market Trafficker¡¯s shield. He didn''t even flinch as the blade''s impact thundered against the barrier. Instead, he leaned forward, a smirk secure on his face as he whispered conspiratorially over the din of battle. ¡°See what I mean? Maybe her master could have been a threat, but he bailed on them as soon as he could.¡± The man didn''t seem interested in actually fighting, so Tilly rearranged priorities and left him to gloat as he turned and focused on the small eldrich starfish flinging themselves at the surrounding Knights. In a quick pivot, he shot back toward the thickest remaining group of creatures, choosing to ignore the human as a secondary threat. ¡°Why resist what is coming? Embrace it!¡± The Black Marketeer called after Tilly in a sing-song voice. ¡°Absolute Blood Barrier.¡± Echoed the shout of the Queen¡¯s next spell. A ruby barrier rose between the pillars closing in the room, sealing the chaos within. ¡°Knights, remove this threat from our Halls! When we are done, I will render the flesh from your bones, Weasel!¡± She called as Tilly released inflamed strike after inflamed strike, dropping Flame''s Wrath as his Mana hit its bottom third. ¡°How many times have I told you idiots? My name is Wesley!¡± he shouted back, all of the laughter gone from his voice as it cracked into broken pieces. Around the room, the Knights of the Round Table showed their skill at arms easily dispatching multiple Splitters with every sweep of their weapons¡­. But none of the creatures seemed to care, dying en mass for the chance to momentarily latch on to any exposed extremity. And unfortunately except for a few knights, none of the combatants were wearing their customary armor.The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. Tilly couldn¡¯t help but note how perfect the plan of attack was. No one who trained in a style of fighting that accounted for full plate would concern themselves with small wounds, that was the advantage of being fully armored¡­ but that very mentality showed its drawbacks here when even the smallest wound had a chance to pass on Corruption. All of the unarmored Knights were taking wounds as the creatures were quickly cut down, and Tilly could already see signs of infection spreading from obvious wounds. Arcane words rang out once again in the hall as the queen finished casting another longer spell and the barrier exploded inward in a forest of spikes, most finding one of the remaining Splitters and spearing it through the center. While the majority of the spikes concentrated on the smaller creatures, the full central portion of the attack concentrated on the Weasel¡¯s barrier, completely obscuring it from view, crashing against the gemlike barrier with a boon-shaking impact. The Queen released a breath and the razor-sharp blood lances melted away, having dispatched the vast majority of the remaining Splitters. Unfortunately, the main target of the attack remained unharmed behind his barrier, leering at his surroundings. The room became very still as the last of the Splitters were dispatched and everyone''s collective attention turned toward the man behind the seemingly impregnable barrier. Through the stillness, the Queen''s voice rasped in fury, ¡°Mallytza, I locked down all the doors. Find and destroy any of those disgusting creatures that may have gotten out before I raised the barrier. Knights, prepare your strongest Abilities. It is time the cur is punished.¡± The queen ordered, her pale face livid. The Weasel turned slowly to face her, his visage one of mild curiosity. His smooth velvety voice once again echoing through the chamber. ¡°I must say, it was painfully easy to topple what was left of your Order. When they offered me the job, I was excited, to say the least... but I am sorry to say, this has turned out to be rather disappointing.¡± The Queen''s full, red lips pulled back in a hiss of fury, raising her hands once more, as a dark red light began to build in her palms. The Knights, despite sporting numerous infected wounds, lifted their weapons and readied Abilities, prepared to shatter whatever magic protected the confident saboteur. ¡°Looks like my time is up¡­¡± -the hook-nosed man said, turning back to Tilly - ¡°See you later friend.¡± he winked, before snapping something hidden in his hand, and beginning to glow. ¡°Destroy HIM¡± The Queen screeched, launching one of many salvos of Mana-enhanced strikes and Abilities. The storm of power collided against the shield and shattered it, just as the figure within faded away like dew on a bright morning. ¡°GAAAHH¡± The Queen¡¯s shriek of frustration tore through the room at the disappearance of their attacker. Then she collapsed into a boneless slouch on her ornate chair, as if the scream had held the last of her bodily energy. Her eyes however flicked around the room, processing the implications of such an attack, and running through the possible outcomes. After a moment of thought, she whispered into her hand and flung it out, releasing a cardinal-looking bird made of blood that streaked by Kindle in the air, and moved through the large doors as if they didn''t exist. Then she issued orders to the rest of the room, ¡°Knights on Vigil, find the rest of the Weasel¡¯s caravan and reinforce the gate! Send a report back to me at once. The rest of you stay here. It seems this day''s horrendous beginning will worsen before long.¡± She said darkly, releasing another arcane gesture and flinging the large doors open. All around the room, blades were sheathed, and about a fifth of the Knights and Guards hurriedly left the circular hall. Tilly noted that the dismissed Knights were all the ones he had seen wearing armor, including the Guardian that had initially charged them. The group also included Sir Accolon who refused to meet their eyes, sneering on his way out. The rest of the Knights in the room turned to the second set of intruders. Many sported wounds that they believed were unhealable, yet they remained alert, ready to respond to whatever the Queen needed, warry eyes on this group of newcomers. Mallytza materialized near the open door and nodded to the queen confirming that the room and its surroundings were clear and the Queen let out a long slow breath, ¡°...Tell me human, how did you know?¡± She whispered, her quiet voice echoing through the chamber, its haggard tone complimenting the dark circles now shadowing her blood-shot eyes. Tilly turned to face her fully, and thought carefully about his answer, recognizing the terrible blow her Faction had just received, ¡°Your Majesty¡­" He opened slowly, looking for the easiest way to explain who he was and what he could offer, ¡°I am a Divine Champion, and my deity has set itself against this new threat. What you call blood sickness, we call Corruption. The Strigoi Hordes on your border are using it as a new source of power, but really, it is only a set of chains.¡± Then, instinctually feeling it would lend the most immediate credibility to his words, he lifted his jacket to reveal his scared side, with thick pulsating veins of Corruption reaching out into the rest of his body. The surrounding Knights once again reached for weapons at the sight of the ghastly scarred wound, as Tilly continued, ¡°Our Faction, the Three-Fold Alliance, is beset now by a Horde army, not because we are an easy target, but because we hold a power to cure all but the most terrible forms of this sickness, and we are searching out a solution to even that. Our Patron had vested in me power to remove this Corruption from any others that are still strong enough to resist. I cannot yet be free myself, but as long as I catch it early enough, I can remove it from others.¡± He finished, dropping his jacket back over his torso. ¡°You must forgive me if I am slow to trust such an offer after my recent¡­ interaction with your kind. Can you demonstrate this Divine Ability of yours.?¡± She asked slowly, her perfectly manicured hand cradling her chin, as she resettled on her chair, displaying an impassive attitude. Tilly nodded, peeking at his Mana, which had ticked back above 32%. He turned a slow circle and found Gorock, who had unsurprisingly gotten covered in wounds in the recent conflict, his style of fighting similarly disadvantaged against an enemy like the Splitters. At Tilly¡¯s look, Gorock came forward without hesitating, bare arms covered with infected bite marks. He looked around the room as he approached with his teeth bared in an expression Tilly was still unable to decipher. ¡°My class Ability is activated through my breath. It multiplies a target''s Endurance and makes them able to fight off any poison or infection. This is bolstered by the Champion''s Mantle I carry, which makes the effect several times more powerful against this specific kind of invader.¡± Tilly explained before churning the flame at his center and exhaling it over Gorock''s frame. This time the Wall Breaker didn''t flinch as his skin grew flushed, and noxious steam rose from the myriad wounds. In seconds all of the black infected areas were clear, and a cloud of dark smoke was gathering on the ceiling. Before Tilly even had time to say something, Kindle was there, bursting through the cloud with a body wreathed in blue flames, and dispersing it immediately. The Queen watched the process with a glint in her eyes as the Corruption was flushed from Gorock''s body. Kindle¡¯s display at the end was icing on the cake, and the Queen didn''t stop the smile from curling her mouth as the cloud hissed into non-existence, her two fangs pressing against her full bottom lip in a striking mix of hunger and beauty. B2 Ch. 41 The Queen鈥檚 Gambit The Queen opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by the scarlet bird Ability she had released earlier streaking back into the room and fluttering around her excitedly. It passed on a silent message and then melted away. The queen¡¯s smile died on her lips, and she turned her eyes to the assembly, fury reigniting on her pale features. ¡°It is as I feared, this vessel was not the only one containing one of those¡­ things. The Brawlers in the Weasel¡¯s caravan were forewarned and managed to open two more of the urns before we could lock them down. There were no casualties, but many more are reporting this sickness.¡± After a moment''s thought, her eyes narrowed in on Tilly and she continued, ¡°They are now saying that the System notification is flagging it as Corruption. It has been tagged as ¡®Blood Sickness¡¯ for the last few weeks in our notifications, but with your arrival, it has changed¡­ Just how connected to this substance are you?¡± Tilly considered her question, looking for an answer that didn¡¯t involve sharing everything but still gave the gist of his credibility. This, of course, was made more difficult by the fact that even he hardly understood the forces at work in this conflict. Something big was happening all over Nephesh, and it seemed to reach through every echelon of power. ¡°I believe I have been set up as an opposition to this entity. My system calls it Corruption and we have confirmation that it is appearing all over the Plane. I don¡¯t know if it has a sentient center of control or if it is just the result of magical entropy. What I do know is that I have been granted a power-set that seems to be uniquely suited to mitigate its spread. However, I am far from equipped to stop it alone. Honestly, I don¡¯t even know if I¡¯ll be able to clear it from my own body before it kills me. ¡± He declared heavily, the implication of his words dropping on the surrounding audience like stone weights. ¡°Look,¡± He continued gathering his resolve, ¡°I still barely understand this world, but I know evil when I see it. I might not live through what¡¯s coming, but that doesn¡¯t change the fact that evil is at our door. If we let it, it will take everything from us. As you just experienced, no one is safe. Corruption and whatever is behind it, is making a play for the whole Plane. Its nature is voracious, and It will not stop until it has consumed everything. I, personally... would rather die than watch that happen.¡± Tilly finished with a growl, some of the heat from his chest suffusing his whole body as he leaned into his conviction. As he looked around, he realized his words had been building throughout the chamber, echoing some unseen spirit of nobility that had once filled this room. The Queen watched Tilly as the ingrained magic of the chamber responded to him, and washed through her Order¡¯s greatest Knights. Her eyes flicked back and forth in cold calculation before resting on the most senior of her Knights. He moved forward at the unspoken command and they exchanged a whispered conversation before he stepped back and to the side. Having made her decision she sat up straight, exuding an effortless air of royalty as she pulled the attention in the room back to herself. ¡°Very well, I will need to know how often you can use this Ability and how costly it is to you. We will set up a rotation and move through all of those infected in the city, supplying you with potions and Buffs. You will, of course, be reimbursed for your time and I will personally offer you and your companions a sincere gesture of our gratitude for your services.¡± She decreed, motioning for another Knight to come forward and report to her as if the matter had been decided. ¡°Ugh, Ma¡¯am-¡± Tilly began, but Ichiro stepped in before he could continue. ¡°Your Majesty, we are here as ambassadors of a neighboring Faction, and our interests are much greater than personal wealth. I am afraid our position necessitates that we leave in the next few hours. Your Order is not our final destination. We came here in the hopes of brokering a temporary Alliance of arms.¡± He declared in a calm voice that did not have to fight to echo through the pillars of the room. The Queen froze at those words, turning back to the group slowly, her lips thinning to a line at the apparent refusal. ¡°I do appreciate your position and your timely intervention. But I am afraid I am similarly limited by my obligation to my people. Unless you can cast this Ability en masse, I must insist that you stay until we have cleared my population of this taint.¡± She responded, mustering a reasonable tone that barely concealed the granite behind her words. ¡°Ma¡¯am, I am more than willing to help as many of your people as possible. But our city is under attack as we speak, we need much more than money and gifts. We need an Alliance.¡± Tilly cut back in, not at all liking where this was going. ¡°Your Majesty!¡± Hilbert cut in adding desperately, ¡°They claim there are others in their Faction who can cleanse this taint. I brought them here in the hopes that you would be willing to discuss a concerted effort to break one of the Horde armies that has formed near our borders. Surely you can see now, that we are their next target! Such an alliance would strengthen both of our positions.¡± This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it. At Hilbert''s interjection, all reasonableness drained away from the Queen¡¯s features, leaving only a mask of apathetic resolve. ¡°It no longer surprises me just how far outside of your station you are willing to step stable boy... I do not care that you think you are right, or that you have found a small solution to our current problems. You have defied my authority for the last time.¡± She declared icily, ¡°I will deal with you, and Sir Michael when this is through.¡± She snapped at the Wizard¡¯s Apprentice before turning back to Tilly and Ichiro, ¡°Now, I am willing to speak of a martial alliance, but not until after you make good on your promise and cleanse my people. Until then, we have nothing more to speak of.¡± ¡°No,¡± Tilly said softly. To his right and left, Ichiro and Gorock¡¯s hands fell back to their weapons. ¡°Ha! What happened to all of your grand words from a moment ago, Human? As soon as things don¡¯t go your way, you sulk? Now do as you said you would and cleanse those who are infected with this ¡®Evil¡¯ you claim to stand against.¡± She hissed, ruby light beginning to flicker in her eyes. ¡°I will do exactly that, but not before we come to an understanding. I am not one of your subjects. I owe you nothing, but still, our offer stands.¡± Tilly answered right back, his tone just as frosty. ¡°Well, we have ways of accommodating such a decision¡­¡± She suddenly quipped, allowing her lips to curl up in a predatory smile, and leaning back into her chair. She magnanimously gestured with her right hand and the surrounding Knights reluctantly drew their weapons. ¡°Actually, Your Majesty,¡± Amelia declared in an easy tone, coming up from behind Tilly and drawing the attention of the room. ¡°I may have a solution that meets all of our needs quite nicely.¡± She said, reaching back to her cloak and coaxing some of the inert Blood Weed there to shift into her hand. ¡°I assume you are all familiar with this plant?¡± She asked, holding it before her and beginning to channel her Mana. The Queen leaned forward in her chair, her curiosity piqued, ¡°Yes, it is the vile weed that grows into the wounds of our soldiers if we let it. Like so much in the Strigoi Lands, it sustains itself with blood alone. Why do you ask?¡± Amelia watched it for a second and smiled as her magic finished imparting a verdant glow to the otherwise dead-looking grass-like stalks. ¡°Mr. Tillman here is not the only one who is fighting an advanced infection of Corruption.¡± She stated, taking a moment to look Tilly in the eyes before turning back to the Queen. The look had been filled with meaning that he would have to ask her about later¡­ but in the current circumstance, it might as well have been inscrutable. Nonetheless, Tilly was glad for any idea that didn''t involve them fighting against a group of higher leveled Knights, or worse, being held prisoner as he was squeezed for every last drop of magic he had. Amelia stepped into the center of the room and raised her voice easily to present her idea to the room, ¡°My Class revolves around plants, and I am able to imbue them with my mana imparting specific commands that will last as long as my magic does. My own infection has been contained but not eliminated by the same force that empowers Mr. Tillman¡¯s Abilities, and this gives my magic a unique resonance with both the Fire that he carries and the Corruption that poisons so many of your wounds.¡± She explained looking back down at her newly imbued plant, excitement showing on her features, as she followed up with a a question. ¡°Your Majesty, am I correct in assuming your command of blood would allow you to hold a certain buff applied to it in stasis?¡± ¡°Theoretically, yes. I would have to build a ritual that would be able to act as a target for his Ability. But if the magic takes hold, I should be able to lock it into the blood for an extended period.¡± The look of reserved interest on her face bloomed into something altogether different as Amelia dove into her explanation. Now, she was leaning forward, something like eager fascination on her face enliving her cold features. It was then that he realized she was a leader facing the possible loss of the majority of her power base. The harsh reality of her context was coloring her actions to a strong degree. As that thought fell into place, he saw her unyielding focus on the immediate restoration of her people in a new light. In her mind, she could not risk anything less... But now, speaking on a subject that she was passionate about, some of that cold mask fell away. If there was another solution for her people, especially one not centered around the whims of another Faction, she would take it eagerly. ¡°We would need blood¡­¡± The queen continued musing, before turning to Tilly, all of the earlier conflict absent from her features as she worked through the magical problem. ¡°It is my understanding you paid the blood tax, yes?¡± ¡°That is correct Ma¡¯a- I¡¯m mean, your Majesty,¡± Tilly said, not sure he understood exactly what these two were suggesting, but happy with the direction things were going. ¡°That will do nicely. Your blood will be what I use to bind up the rest of the volume into a metaphysical projection of an entity. That gives us our best chance at capturing your Ability and imprinting its nature into the whole.¡± She muttered to herself, her eyes distant as she worked through the problem. Then, having reasoned what was needed to make the spell work she called to the guards, ¡°Guards, I need the gate vessel here immediately.¡± Then less enthusiastically, ¡°Hilbert, come forward and assist me, I am confident in my ability to impart the meaning I desire into the spell form, but I want you to look it over¡­ you remain his best student when it comes to theory.¡± Her subjects rushed to obey the command, and Hilbert jogged forward, sneaking a small smile and wink at Mallytza as the Queen turned to Amelia, ¡°What conditions will your weed need to propagate?¡± She asked, rolling up the sleeves of her dress. B2 Ch. 42 Smoking Grass An hour later, Tilly had cleansed all of the Knights in the chamber with the assistance of two mana potions. During this time, Amelia and the Queen had built a large circular spell around the magical Vessel that had been carted up from the gate. Its top had been removed revealing a two-foot opening that exposed the large volume of blood within. Some of the containment and transfer runes were canceled so as not to interfere with the spell and then the Queen drew a Triquetra around the enchanted container. She of course used the blood from the vessel itself to mark the floors in the large open space in the center of the chamber of the High Table. After marking out the shape with her finger dipped in blood, she reluctantly called Hilbert over to consult on several points. They talked through the concept of the spell and marked the edge of the shape with a string of runes, also drawn in blood from the vessel. After all that was done, Amelia called Tilly back from the last of the cleansed Knights. Despite his fears, none of their infections had progressed very far before he had a chance to cleanse them, and Tilly realized that the armored class of Knight must emphasize Endurance heavily as one of its primary stats. While it wasn¡¯t enough to stop or remove the infection, most of them had shown strong resistance to its spread. Regardless he was glad he had been present to stop the spread of Corruption¡¯s influence through a Faction that could hopefully become integral allies in the coming fight. ¡°Do you have enough Mana to cast your strongest version of Flame¡¯s Renewal?¡± Amelia asked as he approached the outer edge of the spell, where she had been taking notes, and preparing several Blood Weed shoots. ¡°I¡¯m just above what I need to put out a maximum strength version of the Ability.¡± He confirmed. At his words, the Queen waved him over to the third point of the ritual shape and had him stand at its apex while she and Hilbert marked out a few final touches on the spell. As they finished, there was a subtle snap that clicked through the metaphysical space within the spell, linking Tilly to the vessel in a way he did not understand but absolutely felt, like a heavy rope had been tied to his chest, and was subtly tugging him toward the vessel at the ritual''s center. ¡°With that, we should be ready.,¡± Amelia called over, her eyes scanning over the runes, vessel, and the Blood Weed, rechecking everything. ¡°Tilly, once the Queen says so, I want you to move to the vessel and cast your Ability at the surface of the blood. The Queen¡¯s spell has been built with two functions. It should cause your Ability to affect the entire volume of blood, just like it would a normal target¡¯s body. Then once your Buff has settled in, she will enact the second portion of the spell, putting the blood in stasis. I believe this is what they have done to the more severely infected Knights to keep them from turning.¡± ¡°Oh, and Tilly-¡± She said, finding his eyes to emphasize her next point, ¡°get out of the spell area before she casts the stasis portion please.¡± ¡°Got it.¡± He said, feeling like the toddler invited to place the final block on top of a large tower. After his acknowledgment, she looked back over the entire ritual one more time, explaining the rest to Tilly, ¡°I have locked several simple commands into our test specimens. They should absorb your purifying ability in its stasis form as they feed off the blood. Then, once they are removed from the blood¡¯s surface they will revert to their inert state. I theorize that they will be able to last days, if not weeks in this state before my mana fades and they lose their effectiveness. However, I am not sure how long your Abiity in stasis will remain intact within their simple mana path-¡± ¡°Wait, how will we use them once they absorb the blood?¡± Tilly asked, more to get her back on track than anything else. The Queen looked on curiously now that she was finished building up her part in the plan. ¡°Oh! Yes, I believe they will behave just as they do in the wild when introduced to a wound. I have keyed their hunger reflex onto Corruption¡¯s resonance. They should seek out only infected blood, and release the effect of your Ability once they have taken it in. I believe their rapid growth cycle brought on by the introduction of blood will allow a chain reaction that will keep new growth happening even as the old growth is destroyed by the reaction of the two opposing forces.¡± She answered before turning toward him with a forced bright smile, ¡°Only one way to truly find out... Are we ready?¡± She asked turning to the Queen. The monarch nodded, looking altogether relaxed, the sleeves of her dress pulled back and her fingertips stained a rusty red, ¡°For what it is worth Mr. Tillman, I do believe this will work. I have never used alchemy in such a¡­ lively way, but the theories are sound and from my experience with magic, strong Intent can make even the strangest things possible.¡± She said, lifting her hands to a ready casting position and nodding for him to proceed. ¡°Ok, here goes nothing¡­¡± He said as much to himself as anyone else. He stepped over the edge of the spell, feeling a strange sense of vertigo as if he were stepping into a familiar room. The sensation was not too different from what accompanied his Spirit Walk Skill and he did his best to ignore it as he carefully moved over the lines of the spell without disturbing any of the markings. After several well-placed steps, he was at the lip of the Vessel and looked down into the still, dark mirror that the surface of the opaque liquid created. He saw a wavy face looking back at him, his dark brows pulled down in focus as he began to churn the fire at his center, activating the pattern for Flame¡¯s Renewal. He took a deep breath and then exhaled, releasing shimmering heat waves through the air, and rippling the surface of the blood. Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. The spell form all around him began to glow with a ruby light, and he quickly stepped back through the path he had charted for himself on the way in. The blood began to steam and then boil. Just as Tilly exited the spell form, the Queen called out in a loud voice, ¡°Sanguine Histasthai Nocturnum!¡± The Spell laid out on the floor flashed once in a burst of power, then went completely dark. Tilly turned to look at the vessel and saw that steam was no longer rising from the top, all the activity that his Ability had caused stopping immediately. ¡°Hilbert, what Status effects are you reading?¡± The Queen called across the ritual to the Wizard¡¯s Apprentice. He had a spell that formed a circle in front of his eyes acting as a lens through which he watched the vessel intently. ¡°I see Flame¡¯s Renewal reading out on the Vessel, and interestingly, it says the target effect is stacking with something that looks like a Partial [Title]?¡± He asked, shooting a quick questioning glance in Tilly¡¯s direction. ¡°I have one that makes me more resistant to poison and infection. Probably the only reason I am still me and not a monster at this point.¡± Tilly happily chimed in, attempting to ease the tension of the moment as the whole room waited to see if the spell worked. ¡°And¡­ is it holding?¡± the Queen followed up. Hilbert turned back to the Vessel and watched it for several more seconds before answering, ¡°Yes, Your Majesty. I show no change in status. Tillman, your Ability¡¯s effect is usually instantaneous yes?¡± ¡°Yeah, I think so. It activates and then supplements the target''s Endurance increasing their ability to resist anything the system catagorizes as an invader.¡± ¡°Well then, with no presence of poison or Corruption, I am happy to report that its continued effect means that the stasis has successfully held.¡± Hilbert declared, looking up and smiling. The Queen schooled her focused expression back to something reserved, but Tilly could almost feel the satisfaction rolling off her, ¡°Ms. Cooper, I believe it is stable, you may introduce the specimen.¡± she advised. Amelia moved forward taking care to not disturb any part of the spell and gently laid the Blood Weed on the still surface of the open container. As soon as the roots touched the surface, the plant started to shudder. New growth burst out in every direction and it drank greedily from the surface. This wild growth continued until the plant was spilling over the lip of the Vessel before stopping immediately, most likely due to Amelia¡¯s influence. When it shifted into its active feeding mode, its color deepened to a rich red, as Tilly had seen before. But as it continued to spread, some of the original growth continued to change color, taking on a bluish hue before reverting to its inert state of rusty brown. ¡°Any change in the stasis?¡± the Queen asked Hilbert. ¡°None your majesty,¡± He answered happily. ¡°Villers, come forward.¡± She called to the surrounding crowd which had grown precipitously. Through the audience stepped the same Official that had taken Tilly''s blood tax at the front gate. ¡°Ms. Amelia, Villers has agreed to be the first test of your solution. You may proceed.¡± She added as the Official moved forward, looking much worse than he had a few hours ago. His clothes were torn in several places and Tilly could see a collection of wounds festering on his arms and chest from the second part of the Weasel¡¯s plan. Despite this, He presented himself calmly near the edge of the spell. Amelia carefully detached a piece of the Weed from the carpet of flora that now covered the top of the open Vessel. The hole made by its absence was quickly filled in by the surrounding plant, but as soon as it reached the lip of the container, it once again stopped expanding, held in check by Amelia''s magic. The Botanist Surveyor, moved carefully out of the spell''s effect and up to Villers, who regarded her stoically, manfully ignoring the black streaks of Corruption reaching out from each of his wounds and attempting to dig deeper into his body. ¡°Thank you for volunteering sir.¡± She addressed him checking over the plant with her magical senses before lifting it in front of him. ¡°This should only consume the Corrupted blood in your system, as it does, that blood should clash with the imbued Ability within the plant and destroy itself¡­ But I am not sure what this reaction will look like. I am however prepared to pull it back at a moment''s notice if you so desire. Simply say the word and I can stop its growth, are you ready?¡± The Official, who had seemed bookish in their first interaction, showed a stern calm as he offered her a stoic nod in answer. He kept his face composed to a heroic degree as Amelia lifted the Blood Weed to his chest and placed the red-tinted roots against his largest wounds. The Queen snapped her fingers nearby and all of his scabbed-over wounds began to bleed freely, sending the Blood Weed into a frenzy. The roots reached out to the source of new energy burrowing deeply, while the blades multiplied, sending new shoots in the direction of the other sources of free-flowing blood. Any place that wasn''t actively bleeding was ignored as the plant covered all of the Vampire¡¯s infected wounds in an eager explosion of manic growth. In reaction to what must have been a horrendous experience, the official bared both fangs fully, allowing himself a long hiss at the pain. After about thirty seconds, the original part of the plant that Amelia had initially attached to his chest began to blacken and wither as the veins of Corruption''s infection shuddered and shrunk. Tilly watched in fascination as the growth charred before his eyes, eventually falling off the Vampire, leaving a pale, uninfected wound behind. The shallow cuts began to heal immediately, and the intense expression on his face eased. ¡°Oh!¡± Amelia said in surprise. When Tilly looked over to smile at her success, he found her eyes looking into the middle distance, reading over some notification. Then his Identify pinged and her level changed. Level 40 Botanist Surveyor After allowing herself a happy smile, she announced. ¡°The System has recognized this new use of the Weed as a discovery of significant proportions on the Plane, and hints that there is more to discover beyond this possible interaction.¡± She read sharing the prompt with the room. B2 Ch. 43 Quid Pro Quo At Amelia''s announcement, the Queen scoffed, effecting a pained expression, ¡°Of course¡­ A Crafting/Martial hybrid class. I should have guessed from the name. I have always been a little jealous of your kind¡¯s ability to gain Experience from advancing your craft as well as combat-¡° The Queen said, her lips quirking in satisfaction at the success of their experiment,- ¡°Villars, did you bring the Extractor?¡± She asked turning back to the subject, her smile growing in eagerness. The Official looked up in distracted amazement as the Blood Weed withered and died over the rest of his wounds. It took him a moment, but then he registered her words and answered, ¡°Yes, my Queen,¡± reaching into the folds of his torn petticoat and pulling out the same device that had been used on them to take the blood tax. He stepped forward smartly and presented it to her, and she took it in hand eagerly. Turning to the Vessel, she activated the portion of the enchantment that bonded the two devices and called absently, ¡° Bring me a few of the most infected Guards.¡± The rest of the room watched curiously as she approached the vessel and tapped the devices to its side, causing a ripple in the enchantment. ¡°Hilbert, how is the stasis holding?¡± ¡°Unchanged my Queen.¡± He answered his tone rising in an unstated question. ¡°Your majesty¡­ If you don¡¯t mind me asking, what are you doing?¡± Amelia chimed in, watching as the Sorceress fiddled with a dial on the side of the Extractor. Several Dhampire Guards shuffled forward, all looking much worse off than the Official. Their torsos had been protected enough, but many had infected cuts and bites all over their arms and faces. It looked as if an army of feral rats had assaulted them, which actually would have been preferable to reality. ¡°My dear,¡± The Queen answered Amelia with a doting tone, ¡° your method of transference with the Blood Weed is admirable and useful as it is its own transfer vector and storage all wrapped up in one solution. But we are Vampires, and as soon as you thought of this idea, another more direct method occurred to me.¡± She said, looking up from the device in her hands as its runes lit up in a pattern reminiscent of a cup being filled with water. She then turned toward the injured Guards, and the senior most man came forward silently as she continued to explain, ¡°You see, each Dhampire in our forces has a daily ration when on active duty, and that ration is doubled upon injury¡­ This Vessel was marked to cover the guard''s ration for a few days. Now, Mr. Tillman, you have given me a way to pay out that ration and rid them of their taint at the same time.¡± Seeming to understand her idea, the Guard presented the inside of his forearm to the Queen. She laid the tip of the device against the Dhampire''s skin, and instead of the runes filling up with light, the glowing Extractor pushed out its substance into the Guard¡¯s body. He involuntarily shivered, heat moving through his blood system as his wounds started to sizzle and steam. The injected blood cycled through his whole body, reacting with all of the guard''s wounds and releasing that same noxious cloud. Immediately the Corruption started to attempt and escape up into the ceiling, but the Queen gestured lazily at the gathering cloud of roiling black smoke and blood manifested all around it in an opaque ball. Then with a clench of her fist, the sphere collapsed with a pop soon after. ¡°There should be enough in this vessel to issue out hundreds of these Ability imbued rations, and grow enough supply of imbued blood weed that we can travel with some form of immediate treatment for our people¡­¡± She said, turning towards Amelia and Tilly, her regal bearing slowly falling back into place now that a solution had fully presented itself to her Faction''s problem. ¡°Now if you don''t mind, those that I have kept in stasis are in our sacred chamber. I would prefer it if you saw to them yourself, while I discuss the details of our future military arrangement with your companion.¡± She said, gesturing over to Ichiro, a smile gracing her now serene features. ¡°You will break the siege on our Faction?¡± Tilly asked excitedly, wanting to be sure he understood what she was hinting at. ¡°Contrary to what the young Apprentice here has claimed,¡± She said, raising her voice drolly as Hilbert winced, ¡°I have not been holding back my forces out of fear, or ignorance. Our Faction, and our arrangement with peoples further into the land of the living, exist to curb the threat of the Horde. We could never sit idly by and wait for them to ravage our lands and our people. But without a counter to this poison, my hands were tied. I would have been throwing away all of my forces in one attack, which would have been foolish by any measure.¡± Hilbert face screwed up in even greater discomfort over her shoulder, as she revealed the rationale behind her actions. She seemed to sense his discomfort playing out behind her and her smile shifted from serene to predatory in a blink. ¡°Give us a day to marshall our forces and march. Your Faction''s emissary and I will work through the initial details, while you fulfill the last of your promise. I am eager to see what future opportunities such an alliance can afford both our Factions. But beware, what has shown up on your borders is far from the Horde''s main strength and I am afraid the coming conflict will be decided over much more than a single battle.¡± She stated, the weight of her words settling on every soldier in attendance. Shoulders subtly shifted back, and brows lowered in understanding. Tilly realized she was speaking to them as much as to him.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. ¡°In the meantime,¡± She continued, her tone lightening a fraction, ¡°go revive the rest of my Knights. Some of my best have been laid low by this sickness, and it would do our hearts well to have their number with us again. Villars, give Hilbert the tier two Extractor and set it to dispense a full ration allotment.¡± She called, and the Official stepped forward, handing Hilbert the silvery enchanted Extractor that had caused Tilly such a headache earlier in the day. ¡°Now¡­Hilbert. You will take my errant Vigil Knight and our new ally to the Chamber of Repose. Your judgment has been postponed, but I do not wish to see your face again without a company of restored Knights at your back.¡± She dismissed, turning back toward the line of injured Guards. ¡°Yes, My Queen,¡± he said, smiling in relief and taking the object from the Official. Then as if his reprieve was time-sensitive, he waved urgently over to Tilly, gesturing to a cleverly hidden gap in the round table at the rear corner of the Hall. ¡®I will fly over the gate. There is a chance they missed some of these creatures, and I want to hunt.¡¯ Kindle sent from her perch on one of the doors. ¡®Alright, send for me if you need anything.¡¯ ¡®I will not need you for such a small task Human.¡¯ She sent back with the avian equivalent of a smirk. The image involved an artful flick of tailfeathers. She leapt into the air and winged out of the chamber. Tilly smiled as he moved toward Sir Michael who was waiting on the other side of the table as if by magic. Tilly scanned the room one last time and found the queen dispensing healing to the worst of her injured Guards, and Ichiro stepping up for his audience with her. Amelia had wandered back over to the vessel and was collecting several samples of the Blood Weed and putting them in one of her pockets for later use. ¡°Well, that went better than I expected!¡± Hilbert said in a low cheerful voice to Sir Michael¡¯s faceless helmet as Tilly joined them moving through the gap in the table. ¡°Yeah, about that. You left out a lot of details when you were trying to talk us into coming here¡­¡± Tilly muttered, giving the Apprentice a hard stare. The subject of Tilly¡¯s disapproval smiled demurely, ¡°I knew it would work itself out somehow¡­ Or at least it always has in the past.¡± he answered cheerfully. On Hilbert''s other side, Sir Michael shook his head slowly in disapproval as he moved toward the back wall. ¡°Enough about what is done, let us get onto what still needs doing!¡± Hilbert chattered, gesturing to a small stone door Sir Michael had just reached. It was entirely made out of a dark granite flecked with silvery granules of some other kind of rock. Its surface was carved in a relief of a Knight kneeling with his sword pointed at the ground and a ring of coffins surrounding him. The artwork reminded Tilly of something he might see in a catholic church. ¡°Just through here,¡± Hilbert said lightly, as Sir Michael pushed open the door. The hallway beyond was pitch black, and the Knight moved into the darkness without hesitation. Tilly sighed and followed as Hilbert closed the door behind them and then clucked in disapproval at the pitch-black state of their environment. ¡°My apologies!¡± Hilbert huffed, snapping his fingers. A rosy pink light flared at the tips of previously unseen sconces and the small dark hall became slightly less ominous in the light of the flickering mana-infused flames. Sir Michael continued to lead the way, seemingly unaffected by the presence or absence of the light. Eventually, they arrived at a second stone door, covered with another life-like relief of a long-haired vampire Knight laying in the classic Dracula pose, with arms crossed over its chest. Sir Michael paused at this door and placed his hands against the stone, waiting. After a few moments, previously invisible markings started to glow all over the surface of the door, and it opened soundlessly on its own. The Mana torches continued into a large cavern-like structure and their glow illuminated lines of stone coffins arrayed around a large central edifice. As Tilly¡¯s head wrapped around what he was seeing, he noticed that the walls of the cavern were also broken up with hundreds of carved shelves, their contents hidden in the flickering shadow of the torches. He didn''t have to work hard at guessing their contents. This was a catacomb. ¡°Here is our resting place, eternal or otherwise.¡± Hilbert breathed out reverently beside Tilly. He sounded just like he had walked into his favorite bar, and Tilly couldn¡¯t help but smile at his clear comfort in such an ominous environment. At times, it was easy to forget that the unpredictable Wizard¡¯s Apprentice was partially undead¡­ Or fully, Tilly didn''t know how Vampires were supposed to be classified. Sir Michael moved forward into the lines of coffins and stopped at one with its lid askew. He shifted the stone slab to the side until it was completely open and turned back to the pair standing at the door. ¡°So you keep your¡­ dead here? I mean¡­ The ones that no longer exist, or-¡± Tilly stumbled over his questions not quite finding the right terminology to make it clear. Hilbert turned to him and smiled, his eyes glinting in the torchlight, ¡°Yes. Our original race, the Aos Si, has always enjoyed the feeling of being underground. It is where we are most at rest. This became doubly true in our new forms, and we find great comfort in the presence of those who have gone before us. Many in this room have passed beyond this Plane, but it is also where we have kept those who are fighting this Corruption, as you call it.¡± Hilbert explained, waving an open hand toward Sir Michael in a ¡®please, you first¡¯ gesture. ¡°Huh¡­ Well, I guess that makes sense.¡± Tilly said shrugging and moving through the lines of stone coffins. As he entered into their uniform ranks he realized that some were empty, and others were closed. The group nearer to where Sir Michael stood all had their lids half open. As Tilly approached the open coffin at Sir Michaels''s feet, he saw it held the body of a young, blond-haired Knight, lying as if sleeping with both hands folded over a plain, well-kept Longsword. ¡°Good thinking, Sir Michael! Young Constantine is a wonderful place to start.¡± Hilbert said as he walked up next to Tilly. B2 Ch. 44 Silent Knight Tilly stared down at the still body and began to notice several stretches of pale skin near the edges of his armor showing black veins frozen in their insidious advance. Level 71 Sanguine Knight His Identify pinged helpfully. ¡°So he was one of the Knights who went on the ¡®Excursion¡¯?¡± Tilly asked. ¡°Yes, the name they chose for the venture was slightly more light-hearted than I would have liked, but the mission was serious. Several smaller roving bands of Strigoi were forming from the recent successful campaigns they had waged on other borders. We sent fifty Knights on a scouting campaign with orders to disrupt and destroy any leadership they could find without getting caught in a full engagement. You have yet to see it, but a full contingent of armored Knights on Mounts is truly awesome to behold.¡± ¡°What happened?¡± Tilly asked as Hilbert took out the extractor which still glowed with active runes, its connections to the vessel seemingly unaffected by distance. The Wizard¡¯s Apprentice handled it carefully as he knelt beside the coffin, considering the body frozen in its near-Corrupted state. ¡°Upon contact with the enemy, they found the Horde''s numbers had grown far beyond our estimates. Somehow the average Consumer''s level had jumped significantly in the space of two months. So even against a smaller Horde, we lost five Knights in a fighting retreat, and only ten in the entire force returned free of the Blood Sickness. We tried everything we could to cure it, but nothing worked, and while we do have a small temple of light based in our city, the holy magic and our natures do not mix well¡­ When it was discovered that a cure was not available to our people yet, they volunteered to come down here and the Queen put them into stasis one by one to hold until the day we found a solution.¡± He said, easing the tip of the device against Constantine¡¯s neck and looking back up at Tilly. ¡°Are you ready? The Stasis will break when I administer a blood ration, and while I hope this is enough, perhaps for the first one you should add your active Ability to the one latent in the blood.¡± Tilly nodded and shot a glance up at Sir Michael, ¡°Can you be on Sludge duty? I don''t know what form the manifestation will take in this situation, but hopefully, it''s one you can smash with your mace.¡± The faceless Knight nodded easily and pulled his mace free from the latch on his thigh. ¡°Ready,¡± Tilly answered, churning his mana, and kneeling opposite Hilbert over the lip of the coffin. ¡°Administering now,¡± Hilbert said with quiet focus, as he clicked something on the side of the device and the glowing light sunk from its silvery surface into the Knights neck. Steam started to hiss out from under its armor and the sleeping figure slowly bared its fangs in unconscious agony. Tilly took that to mean it was working and released his Ability, exhaling over the body. Once the second stack of the ability took hold, the knight''s body started to shake violently, and thick black worms started to crawl out from under his armor, fleeing the newly hostile environment. ¡°Ah, Sir Michael, it looks like these will fall more into my purview.¡± Hilbert breathed, lifting his hands and flicking them through several arcane gestures before whispering, ¡°Abod¡¯s Gathering Hand¡± At those words a large pink hand formed over the shivering body and began a slow pass down its length. Every place it went, the worms were sucked up into its form until it the construct was packed with the black wriggling creatures. Eventually, the Vampire¡¯s seizing stopped, his eyes flicked open, and his grip on the hilt of his weapon redoubled. Tilly could hear the leather of the finely-made handle creaking. ¡°Sir Constantine! It is good to see you alive and well! ¡­ Or just well-¡± Hilbert greeted brightly, accenting his greeting with a clenched fist. The motion was reminiscent of how the Queen had dispatched the last manifestation of Corruption, and the black worms caught in his mage hand all disappeared with a pop, along with the construct. In a much deeper voice than Tilly had expected from such an elegant-looking man, the Knight asked, ¡°It is done?¡± The words came out semi-garbled in a groan of pain as he slowly moved his head to examine the faces above him before groggily looking back down at his body. ¡°I believe so, but best query your Character Sheet to check,¡± Hilbert answered. The Knight¡¯s eyes immediately glazed over as he took a few seconds to do just that. Then the urgency in his expression drained away, leaving him looking haggard, his skin drawn slightly too tight across his sharp cheekbones. ¡°I was never told you could dream in stasis¡­¡± He mumbled distantly, as he slowly sat up. ¡°However long it has been, my time has been fraught with horrors. I believe the Sickness they carry is much more than it seems.¡° He concluded gravely as he came fully to his senses. ¡°Nonetheless, thank you, Gentlemen. You have my sincere gratitude.¡± He added, taking another turn to look at the trio, and lingering on Tilly the longest. You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story. ¡°You are correct in your conclusions, Sir Knight, it is much more. But a solution has been found for our people. Now how does your status read? We have many more of your brethren to awaken and a strict timeline to get it done.¡± Hilbert answered solemnly, some of the cheer bleeding from his tone. ¡­ They persisted in that room for hours, re-awakening and cleansing 34 Knights in total. Tragically two were too deeply infected for even the double stack of imbued blood and Tilly¡¯s Ability to cure. In a horrifying turn of events, the exhausted group had to put down the two warriors as they began to sprout tentacles and scream in fury, attacking with abandon. The experience left even the most seasoned of the Knights shaken and by the time they reemerged from the catacomb, few looked much better than the walking dead they were. The first failed cleansing had happened after only a few Knights were revived. So for the rest of the attempts, Tilly couldn¡¯t help but be stressed to unbelievable levels, as each Knight whose eyes flicked open had a small chance of immediately attacking. This was doubly true for the growing body of revived Knights, who had to watch in tense readiness as each of their number was cleansed and awoken. But as they filed into the chamber of the High Table, something about the sight of the pillars and the seven virtues inscribed into the central floor of the room revived them. Many had lingering Debuffs from injuries and Stasis that would fade in the next few hours, but as they crossed through the stone door, into the hall that enshrined their highest ideals, some of the shadowy doubt faded from their countenances and they stood a little taller. Tilly was one of the last through the door, and he found the Queen back in her chair, still speaking with Ichiro, who was now seated and flanked by Gorock. Franklin and Amelia were absent, and there was a line of injured soldiers stretching out of the main doors. It ended at the Vessel which glowed much less brightly than it had when Tilly left, and Villers stood at its side, carefully administering Ability-embued rations to each one, before waving to the next. The Knights who filtered into the room were diverse in their states of readiness, having been put in stasis from different posts. Some had been in full plate, and some half undressed, but all looked drawn, like they could have used another couple weeks of sleep. The Queen looked up from her conversation at their procession and allowed herself a grim smile. ¡°Report?¡± She asked, her tone somewhat more gentle than Tilly had heard it at any point previously. An Elderly Level 82 Knight stepped forward, the one who had apparently led the doomed expedition in the first place. ¡°We lost two men completely to the Sic- Corruption. Seven more were cleansed but did not awaken when the ration was administered. There is a chance they just need more time, or they could have passed through to the final rest. At this point, we do not know.¡± He announced solemnly. The Queen nodded, ¡°Thank you, Sir Kay. I feared it would be much worse. I know from your perspective you returned from the field only a day or two ago, but a campaign is being organized and Sir Cador is gathering all of the Cavalry and Knights the border forts can spare¡­¡± She took time to look at the Knights before continuing, paying homage to their strength as they stood before before her unbroken. ¡°We have good information that the bulk of the Strigoi forces are committed on two fronts. We will be hitting the smaller of these armies with the intent to annihilate them before they overtake our new allies. I must ask you to be prepared to leave in a matter of hours. Do whatever you must, but be ready when the Horn sounds at the gates..." "The Sanguine Order rides to war.¡± She finished, not trying for any sort of inspiring speech. Each of the men she addressed knew their duty, and even shaken, not one of them would hesitate to fulfill it. Sir Kay saluted sharply, despite his clear exhaustion, and the Knights behind him all did the same. After a moment of holding the Queen¡¯s gaze, they turned and started moving for different exits to the chamber. Some were met by servants, others had squires rush up and greet them enthusiastically. Yet the vast majority of the Knights did not reply to greetings or inquiries. To a man, they wore an expression of budding wrath. Brothers had been lost, their sacred hall had been defiled¡­ They were furious. Tilly himself was exhausted. Even with his ridiculous Endurance, the last day and a half had pushed him for all he was worth. On top of that, his Blood Loss Debuff was still active, adding its weight to the boulder of weariness that rested on his shoulders. He hoped that wherever Amelia and Franklin had gone, they were taking what rest they could. The Queen¡¯s eyes lingered on her exiting Knights, concern breaking up the otherwise perfectly smooth porcelain skin around her eyes. As they all left, she made the come-hither motion, and Tilly along with Hilbert and Sir Michael approached the small conference area that had been set up for Ichiro and the Queen. Her eyes moved over to Tilly and did not miss his wrung-out state. The lines around her eyes eased up into a faint expression of gratitude. ¡°You do not know, nor do I have time to tell you the heroic and tragic history of our Order. But suffice to say,¡± she muttered, leaning in and lowering her voice, ¡°We knew when we took on this new class, the power would come with a price. Each of our Knights is irreplaceable, and our population can only support so many turned warriors before it collapses into¡­ something else. I can not let that happen. So each year our strength fades, and still, we do our duty, holding back the baser members of our dark heritage. With my husband gone and Merllyn off seeking a solution to some esoteric problem, it is easy to take on a level of fatalism.¡± She admitted in a low voice. Her eyes, however, took on an intensity that belied her dour words. ¡°But you have given us something today¡­ Despite the traitorous blow leveled right at the heart of our Order, the fire in our hearts burns again with renewed purpose. I will see this gift repaid. On my honor.¡± She swore, before leaning back and assuming the more impassive expression of royalty. Just for that moment, Tilly saw the woman behind the mask. She was just as passionate as any of the Knights about their place in the world and would do everything in her power to give them a chance to continue to achieve their noble goals. B2 Ch. 45 Mounting Terror The Queen eyed their small group with a veiled air of respect, ¡°Lord Ichiro has informed me that your Three-Fold Alliance would be happy to enter into trade agreements with us once the siege is broken. I hope that many goods and resources will be made available to both sides that have otherwise been¡­ difficult to obtain.¡± At the vague summary of their discussions, Ichiro nodded formally, his face one of perfect serene decorum. They had hammered out something that would work well for both parties, but Tilly found his attention drifting to the third member of this small conference, who seemed to have sat in on the entire negotiation without saying a word. Gorock was drooling slightly, rhythmic breathing accompanying his middle-distance stare as he stood behind Ichiro in silent support... After another second of watching, Tilly was rocked by the realization that the Wall Breaker was sleeping with his eyes open. Had he successfully slept through the whole meeting without anyone noticing? ¡°Uh¡­ Thank you, Your Majesty...¡± Tilly replied belatedly, tearing his eyes away from Gorock¡¯s large oblong irises which seemed to leer at him even absent of their consciousness. Ichiro broke in, covering over Tilly''s stumbling response, ¡°May I add, Your Majesty, that we would be honored to take you up on your offer of hospitality. We have precious little time to complete our mission, but in our state, I am sure a few hours rest will benefit us all.¡± ¡°Your mission¡­Yes of course. Mallytza will show you to some rooms, and I will see you at the gates before we leave.¡± She dismissed, leaning further back into her chair and waving them away. Mallytza, the Lady in Waiting who likely served in a role very similar to Mochizuki, materialized out of nowhere and waved them toward one of the many side doors in the chamber. Even as tired as he was, Tilly didn''t miss the look she shared with Hilbert as they moved to follow her. He also watched Gorock eagerly to see if he would startle as they got up to move, but the warrior just blinked a few times and seamlessly got to his feet, joining the group and moving toward the exit. ¡®Damn, that was smooth¡­¡¯ Tilly marveled internally at the warrior¡¯s well-honed ability to avoid any part of life that did not have to do directly with battle. Mallytza led them through a series of smaller hallways that would have been a maze to any invader. As soon as they were out of the chamber, Hilbert joined her at the front of the group, falling into a whispered conversation that was impossible to hear despite its obvious intensity. Soon enough, they arrived at the rooms and her conversation with Hilbert cut off as she turned to address the trio, ¡°Your two companions are already settled down the hall. Take your rest in these rooms and we will come to collect you in time to meet the Queen before the main army marches off.¡± ¡°Thank you, Ma¡¯am,¡± Tilly said gratefully, already moving toward one of the doors as the thought of a few hours rest sang sweetly in his ears. ¡°Your service is deeply appreciated,¡± Ichiro added with Gorock grunting in agreement. As he opened his door, his eyes barely noted the furniture, or even the fire cracking gently in the room. His focus instantly tunneled onto the bed against the far wall. The door behind him closed slowly as he trudged over to the bed, and a few words of a heated conversation followed him to its inviting surface, ¡°What do you mean you must go with them?¡± ¡°Dearest¡­ I have given my word-¡± Hilbert¡¯s voice traveled, before being cut off as the door clicked shut. Tilly didn''t bother with covers or removing any clothes. If this was going to be as short as he thought, he wanted to take advantage of every moment of sleep he could get. ¡­¡­. A soft knock sounded at his door and he mumbled, ¡°Wuh? Oh¡­ Uh, Come in.¡± A servant entered, waving at a spot on the wall activating some clever enchantment that filled the room with soft light from an alcove in the ceiling. For the first time, Tilly thought about being completely underground¡­ No windows, no ventilation. But the Keep hadn¡¯t felt stuffy or dark at all. They obviously knew what they were doing when it came to underground structures, and Tilly had found himself surprisingly comfortable for the most part. ¡°Sir, here is your pack and some provisions with which to refresh yourself. Your companions are being woken as we speak and an escort is ready to take you to the front gates of the city when you are ready.¡± The servant said in a soft, respectful tone. Tilly rubbed his eyes and spotted his pack, which he had embarrassingly forgotten outside the door during the urgent pace of events. The servant also brought in a tray laden with cold cuts of meat, fruit, bread, and cheese, along with a full pitcher. Even as Tilly was registering the contents of the incredible spread, the door closed and the servant was gone. Tilly groaned and stretched, more out of habit than any soreness. He once again reveled in the new condition of his body. Even after only a few hours of sleep, he felt restored. Not fully rested, but certainly ready to operate at 100%. A quick glance at his Health and Mana showed them both at 100% with the temporary Blood Loss Debuffs cleared. He moved over to the platter and quickly ate his fill of the food provided, enjoying its variety and flavor. Tilly especially enjoyed the cheese, something that they had just started producing in the Alliance before he left. Most of what they had was something similar to mozzarella or feta. The block provided with his platter was a beautiful well aged cheddar, and he mumbled happily to himself as he found a tightly woven cloth sack with a few basic enchantments on it under his tray¡­ If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. ¡®I¡¯m really beginning to like these guys!¡¯ Tilly thought to himself as he tucked the remaining hearty portion of his meal into the small sack and threw it into his pack. He took one last long swig of watered-down wine and got up to leave, shouldering his pack and opening the door. In the hall, Tilly found Ichiro nibbling absently on a piece of cabbage wrapped around assorted vegetables and meat and Gorock next to him with another comically large cut of meat. ¡®Where does he keep getting those? Did he pack them?¡¯ Somehow the image of Gorock¡¯s large pack being almost completely full of salted cuts of meat did not seem unfeasible. Amelia and Franklin emerged from down the hall and joined the group as Tilly eyed the heavy-looking pack on Gorock''s back suspiciously. ¡°While supplies are understandably short in the city, I was able to secure us each some consumables with the provisional money we were brought. The queen had an agent purchase them for us at favorable rates.¡± Ichiro announced, handing out some classic red and blue vials. Tilly got one red and two blue, Gorock got two red, and the other two got one each. He was about to just put them at the top of his pack when he felt something shift at his waistline at his lower back. He reached around under his jacket and found three small loops that were perfectly sized to slide the vials into¡­ ¡®How in the world do you choose when to be helpful and when to do nothing?¡¯ He grumbled internally at his legendary armor set as he slipped the vials into the loops. ¡°I doubt that supply of imprinted blood will last them much longer. We should get moving before they decide they need Tilly to extend his stay.¡± Amelia quipped as she dropped her vials into one of her pockets. ¡°Yes, it is best to get moving. Having a guide will save us some time, but I do not wish to tarry any longer.¡± Ichiro declared, looking down the hall and finding the servant waiting a respectful distance away, ready to escort them. ¡°Let''s go find our flower,¡± Tilly said lightly, but the faces around him only nodded in grim agreement, not at all put off by the object of their quest. As they met up with their Guard escort at the gates of the keep, there was a noticeable difference in the feeling of the formation that surrounded them. It felt less like a prisoner escort and more like a ¡®make way¡¯ kind of escort. The Guards actively called ahead and cleared any obstacles before the group met them so that they were able to cross the city at an easy jog, passing both checkpoints without a pause. Tilly reached for Kindle through his bond and felt her flying above the outskirts of the valley. ¡®How was the hunting?¡¯ ¡®I have found and destroyed a score of the disgusting creatures. The last one I hunted had almost completely dissolved on its own before I ended it. It seems they cannot continue on this Plane without the protection of a host.¡¯ ¡®Yeah, that is consistent with what we have seen so far. Out in the open moving on its own, Corruption is violent and aggressive but does not last very long. ¡® ¡®I will return and meet you at the gate. There is quite a gathering of landbound outside the city.¡¯ She replied. The city itself was bustling with energy. People were moving everywhere, some hauling goods out of the city, others bringing in fresh supplies. Much of the traffic seemed to be flowing towards the city¡¯s transport hub that lay far off the main road through the gate in the commercial district, and by the time they were nearing the front gates, Tilly was glad for the escort. The press became especially thick near the front gate, which was choked with traffic going both ways. With a significant amount of shouting from the Guards, they cleared the last gate and emerged out into the open field before the city. There arrayed in neat groups of five were almost seventy Knights with a few hundred Cavalry lined up loosely behind them. The fact that all of this had been mobilized in less than half a day was beyond impressive and if thousands of people still moving to and fro between the main force and the city were any indication, this rapid mobilization had been no easy task. As the Queen spotted them from the head of the formation, she turned away with a few of her Knights and urged her mount toward them. Like everyone else in the formation, she was riding a Nightmare, but unlike everyone else, hers was massive, at least a third larger than any of the others. As she approached, belatedly followed by the first five Knights in the formation, probably her honor guard, Tilly saw that her Mount was formed entirely of blood. ¡°Our final preparations are being made, and I was informed you got what you needed from our suppliers.¡± She called as her mount cantered forward silently on the field. It didn''t so much run as flow forward, covering ground in a manner that only faintly reminded Tilly of a horse. ¡°Yes, we are ready to head out.¡± Ichiro answered, ¡°Are our escort terms still acceptable?¡± He added, looking back at Sir Michael and Hilbert who were just now coming through the gate, with Mallytza leading the way, her face a storm of emotion. ¡°Yes, nothing has changed¡­ But are you certain?¡± She asked, eyeing the approaching trio and then turning back to Ichiro and Tilly, standing at the front of their small group. ¡°We go to face the smaller of the two Hordes, and you go directly toward the larger force¡­ would it not be prudent to join us in the campaign and then move on to yours as a united front?¡± She finished, her authoritative visage softening slightly into a frown of concern. ¡°You are probably right Your Majesty¡­ But we have a quest, one issued to us from two different sources. There must be a way to complete it with the resources we have at hand¡­¡± Tilly answered before leaning in and continuing in a softer voice, ¡°And I worry that its completion is essential even to the success of your coming battle.¡± Tilly finished, eyeing the approaching Knights, resplendent in their full plate. Her eyes became hooded in response to his concern, but she did not contradict his words. ¡°Very well, I thought as much. It is best that we speed your way as much as possible then¡­¡± She stated, before leaning back in her saddle and reaching into a pouch sewn into the side of her battle dress. From it, she produced a handful of silver pendants and reached down, offering them to Tilly. ¡°These are the last of Merllyn¡¯s gifts. They hold within them one of his personal contracts with a Nightmare. You can bind this item with a drop of your blood and then once per day summon a mount that will persist until you die or dismiss the bond.¡± She explained as Tilly took the pieces of jewelry. There were five in all and each one showed a different shaped pendant hung on a silver chain covered in runes. ¡°Your summons will not be friendly to any but you, and unlike our inborn Ability, you will not be able to pass on the bond while you live¡­ However the need is great, and your service to our Faction has been exemplary, so here is our reward to you.¡± She finished, sitting tall in her saddle as her own mount stood bearing her, absolutely still. It did not breathe, or twitch, and its stillness was emphasized by the subtle flowing movement at the surface of its form. ¡°Thank you, Your Majesty! This is an incredible boon.¡± Ichiro bowed clutching his tightly as Tilly passed them out. ¡°Yes, well, do me the favor of living long enough to enjoy the benefits of such a gift. I do not wish to throw away some of our people¡¯s greatest treasures on a fool''s errand¡­¡± B2 Ch. 46 Strong Enough Aurelia Level 28 Priestess of Origin¡¯s Flame Morning, the next day. The last two and a half days of battle had easily been the most exhausting of Aurelia''s young life. The closest thing she had ever experienced was the terrifying flight her family had undertaken before the advance of the Naga army. The memory of those chaotic weeks played at the edges of her consciousness, in shades of grey, interposed by flashes of screaming color... This was nothing like that. It was both far more terrible and somehow less overwhelming at the same time. The High Priestess remained on the wall night and day, handling each emergency as it came, and she had left Aurelia in charge of the healer''s tent down below, well back from the fighting. She knew her job, and even as the initial panic of responsibility had faded into the dull grinding exhaustion of days of effort, she had done her absolute best to make sure everyone who approached their area after their time on the wall received what they needed to recover. She knew her younger self would have long since given up, but something was keeping her going, stumbling to her feet each time another rotation was called. She was not just a little girl in an adult body, those years had not disappeared. She could feel their memories deep down, just out of reach. They undergirded her new strength of will, getting her to her feet even when she was convinced she had nothing left. This is what she could do to protect her home... ¡°ROTATE!¡± The cry went out from above. She flinched as Watch members stumbled down the large rear stair bleeding and broken. Erash had stopped healing and cleansing the centuries rotating off the wall a day ago. They were keeping her as a counter to the increasing numbers of elites coming with every wave. That left Aurelia and the three Acolytes to handle all of the healing needed for each rotation off of the wall. Depending on how heavy the press was above, they could be looking at two or three rotations in an hour. On top of that, the rangers had run out of blessed projectiles hours ago, and several pallets were waiting for her as soon as she had another moment to spare. Members of the Watch crowded down the stairs, some moving as fast as they could, as if chased while others were almost completely incapacitated, carried by their brothers and sisters down to safety. The tide of enemies was endless, and at this point, they all knew they had yet to see the worst of the enemy''s capabilities. Grim faces filed into the healer''s tent, telling a story of hope dangling by a fraying thread. ¡°Please, ma¡¯am! He can make it. He just needs a little help!¡± A pair pleaded with her from the front of the injured group. Aurelia''s stomach churned as she looked over and saw the dead satyr hanging on their shoulders. Wild eyes, bright with a potent mixture of desperation and fear completely missed her defeated expression as they dragged the dead man up to her... Unable to muster any words, Aurelia just bit her lip, choking back a sob as she shook her head. The two belatedly turned and looked at their burden, who might have been living before they had carried him off the wall. Aurelia tried to speak up, to repeat the orders she had received. She was the one they had left in charge here, and someone had to remind these tired soldiers of the best way to get help. They needed to make sure the most injured were in the front of the lines. But she couldn''t squeeze the words past the blockage in her throat. She stood there, frozen in her despair, unable to look away as two companions gaped in shocked disbelief at their lost friend. His empty eyes stared out into the middle distance as if he had forgotten something and was straining to remember it Then a strong voice called from behind her breaking the dead man''s spell. ¡°Check your Debuffs and Regen! If you are still able to gain health, however slowly, move on! If you are dropping, report to the healing station. Organize yourselves! The Healers can¡¯t do everything, you need to put your worst brothers and sisters up front!¡± Linus called, approaching the healing station and gaining control of the situation with an economic efficiency that spoke of years on the field. Aurelia and the overwhelmed acolytes glanced back in numb appreciation before turning to see the group of soldiers beginning to order themselves. They had already gone through this several times, but something about hearing the commander say it again helped the pieces fall into place for their tired, numb minds. Many stumbled past the station to find food and rest for as long as they could have it, but far too large of a remainder lined up to receive healing, with the most severe cases finding their place before her. She took a deep steading breath, raised her hands, and cast Flame¡¯s Warmth, centering it on those in front of her, but knowing it was a wide enough area of effect that it would cover many of the others. Creases of harsh worry and frantic hope eased slightly on their faces as the sensation of sitting down before the warmth of a fire washed through them, giving each target +10% to Constitution for their next 200 breaths. Two of the three Acolytes joined her AoE Ability, casting on the group, easing pain, and disrupting Corruption¡¯s advance. It was for this reason that they kept the lines so close, and she hoped it would give many the time they would need to have their turn at the front. She was even encouraged to see some at the back check their status screens, and shuffle off, seeing that the Buffs would compensate for their maladies until their native regen took over. Fighting to straighten her shoulders, she turned to the first woman in front of her, one of their few minotaur fighters. Her impressive stature was curled in on itself as she shuffled forward, with a large wad of soaked cloth held against her midsection. The flesh and padded armor over it was eviscerated by several jagged wounds, and filled with enough Corruption that its healing had been slowed to a deadly degree. As had become her procedure, she raised her hands and cast the very first Ability she had received as a Priestess, Cleansing Flame. A stream of dancing blue flames leaped from her hands and bathed the wound, consuming the Corruption in its place. Unlike Mr. Tillmans''s Ability, it did not expel the substance, creating a manifestation. Instead, it consumed it completely, expunging its taint from the target''s body. Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more. A notification popped up, and she minimized it for a second while she went on to cast her second most powerful healing Ability. The wound began to close and the Minotauress¡¯ face went slack with relief, ¡°Thank you, Priestess, praise Origin¡± She uttered, moving past so that the next in line could come forward. Aurelia nodded back absently, recalling the screen as the next patient shuffled up.
Congratulations! You have cleansed one thousand targets in 24 hours. You have earned the Title [Fount of Purification]. All allies within a hundred-pace radius of your position will have any infectious-class Debuff potency reduced by 50%.
There was no joy at the notification. She registered somewhere in her mind that it would make her role here that much more effective, but the majority of her attention was on the first number the screen had revealed. One thousand in twenty-four hours¡­ ¡®Had there really been that many?¡¯ she thought numbly. She dismissed the screen taking in the next Watchman to step up, holding his right arm close to his torso as he tried to stanch the bleeding of the nearly severed appendage. Aurelia immediately cast her most powerful healing... Any time there was a possibility of a loss of limb, she always took it seriously, knowing that the only one who could regrow them was Erash and she didn''t have any mana to spare for non-elite soldiers. And just like that, they slowly cleared the lines, and this time, thank Origin they didn''t lose anyone who had to wait in line. Actually... that wasn''t entirely true, they had lost one right before he arrived... How could she have already forgotten? Commander Linus had been standing with them throughout the rotation, saying nothing, but somehow offering his support despite the silence. Aurelia could already hear the fighting above begin to increase in fervor as men and women began calling out the positions of enemy elites in the coming charge. ¡°It''s time for you to take a break,¡± Linus said simply, looking her over. She looked up at him in incomprehension, realizing she had sat down on one of the pallets they needed her to bless without realizing it. Her mind struggled to find the words needed to respond. ¡°I will, sir... After the next group of soldiers.¡± She mumbled, squinting up at the scarred commander. ¡°It¡¯s an order, Priestess. Each of the Acolytes has already rotated off for a few hours. You will take a full eight. We will find you when we need you.¡± Those words cut through her fog slightly, and she was surprised to find bitterness welling up at the news. ¡°When you need me? You need me now, Consul! What are you going to do when the next century rotates off, let more die?¡± She questioned angrily, her bloodshot eyes narrowing blearily. ¡°We have our Health potion supply online, and we will make sure Erash treats the worst injuries before they leave the wall,¡± Linus responded, his face softening slightly. ¡°That won''t be enough... We have lost too many as it is.¡± She choked out, having to swallow down the sob that had returned to threaten its escape all over again. ¡°Ay. More will die. But that''s not your fault. You need to trust me when I say that if you don''t take a rest, the losses will be greater. The battle is far from over, and I am ordering you to take eight hours... Away from the wall.¡± He stated with finality, his expression a strange mix of unyielding strength and a deep understanding. The anger she had been using as fuel to push past the pain suddenly drained away, and all she had left was her weakness. Her body shuddered with the effort to hold back the sobs. Then the dam broke, and she lost the contest, huge racking sobs shaking her body, as she cried like the little girl she no longer was. A calloused hand gently cupped the back of her head as the commander pulled her into a simple embrace, holding her against his shoulder. ¡°I¡¯m sorry¡­ I thought I would be stronger.¡± She stuttered out between sobs. Then in a quiet voice that somehow dampened the distant screams of battle, Linus answered her, ¡°Shhh, You''ve done more than we should''ve asked¡­ I''m... I''m proud of you."
Four hours later Pupienus Level 45 Bureaucrat There wasn¡¯t enough time¡­ The twenty-four-day Boon was the only reason that they had anything resembling a working economy. And while it would grow on its own if given enough time, it seems they had run out of that as well. Food and weapons production had barely covered the demand brought on by the challenge of fielding a few thousand soldiers at the drop of a hat, and now their three alchemists were working day and night to produce some of the lowest-grade Health Potions Pupienus had ever seen. ¡®I should have listened to my aunt and left with the rest of the family¡­¡¯ He fumed internally as another missive arrived on the table in his tent/office. He squinted up at the courier, but the man was already gone by the time the note hit his desk, joining the piles of paperwork, all demanding his attention. He had been working on the mess all morning and he probably wouldn''t be able to leave his desk for hours yet. ¡°Hey! You can¡¯t¡­¡± Pupienus trailed off as soon as it was clear the messenger had truly left without issuing any sort of verbal report. ¡®I am surrounded by idiots¡­ How can I prioritize tasks if there is no input system? If everyone just stops by whenever they want to drop off something new, we will never make any progress.¡¯ He folded up the report the loud dwarfs had recently turned in. The quarry had uncovered a very rich vein of metals under the mountain, along with a large pre-dug tunnel. They had been able to produce stone and iron much faster than anticipated once they discovered the hidden mine. They were asking for an increase in contribution points to reflect their higher output... and he would probably have to issue them... Their work was literally keeping the rest of them alive right now. He picked up the dirty piece of paper the courier had flung at his desk. It had a note scrawled on it and Pupienus had to squint at its contents through his spectacles, hardly able to make out some of the letters due to a large stain. Then a realization struck him through his exhaustion, ¡®By the Yawning Pits¡­ is that blood?¡¯ He thought in a mild panic, holding it by its corner as he struggled to make out the message. Councilmen, there is an urgent risk to the satyr element in the camp. We have discovered a conspiracy by some of the other races to displace our people and erode our position further. I fear that soon we will be little more than slaves in this ¡°Alliance¡± they have formed. Meet us a third of the way up the mountain at midnight, and come alone. Not all of our people can be trusted¡­ B2 Ch. 47 Mount Up Jonathan Tillman, Level 23 Son of Flame They departed along with the Sanguine Order shortly after receiving their enchanted pendants. The whole host shared the road, and Tilly¡¯s group rode up front with the Queen on their new mounts until the first town, where they split off to head further north. From there Sir Michael and Hilbert led them through the rest of the day, only emerging back in the Dead Planes as daylight faded. Not that concepts like night and day had much meaning in these lands. The obscured sun and moon painted everything in similar shades of dusk and dawn. The difference in the time of day was more marked by yellow, orange, and silver hues than any increase or decrease in actual light. As the soft pink and orange coloration of evening started to bleed across the cloud-covered sky, they passed by another of the Order¡¯s forts, one that was now manned by a skeleton crew. They did not hail the gate, but the Guardsmen atop the wall gave them a salute as they galloped by. Tilly gratefully took in the momentary distraction of the fort keeping his eyes on it for as long as possible before they eventually were dragged back down in morbid fascination to the forms his party¡¯s Nightmare mounts had taken. Two were harmless enough, following logical lines that Tilly could easily parse out. Franklin¡¯s mount had taken on the form of an emaciated, skeletal creature, who seemed to be more a husk than anything living. It gave off the feeling of living jerky, and Tilly took it to mean Franklin feared being without water. Ichiro¡¯s mount was covered in chains that seemed to wrap it tightly, and with his history of being held against his will by the Corrupted tree, that made perfect sense. Even Tilly''s own mount, while gruesome and nausea-inducing, did not depart too much from the pattern. It showed veiny Corrupted infection all over its equine body, even producing several tentacles that undulated slowly with its galloping stride. The Corruption however was just an imitation. Sitting on the mount caused no reactions from the growing Seed within him. Amelia¡¯s was the first of the mounts that he didn''t understand. It was covered in an intentional pattern of thin cuts that always seemed to be bleeding, but never left any trail behind the mount. He didn¡¯t know what it meant and felt like it was invasive to ponder it too deeply. At times he felt like they were warming up to each other. Then at some point, he would run head-first into what felt like this huge invisible wall... Whatever her mount meant, he doubted it would be a good idea to ask. That left the final member of their party. Almost against his will, his gaze swung back to Gorock, who rode what was easily the most horrifying of the Nightmares. The creature''s body was sleek and muscular. Unlike his last mount, this summon was proportionally sized, almost twice as big as the other mounts. In fact, it was the picture of anatomical perfection. The Nightmare''s head, however, was where it slipped from a bodybuilder''s wet dream to something out of a bizarre European horror film. At the neck, it abruptly shifted into a ghastly caricature of a human head with the mane fusing into a shaggy head of hair and a terrified scream frozen on its face. Worst of all, It seemed to be able to feel whenever Tilly looked in its direction. Unable to look away, Tilly watched as it once again turned and leered over at him, bobbing along with the galloping motion of its body. Unsuccessfully suppressing a crawling sensation that climbed up his back, Tilly whipped his head forward, feeling dirty for some reason. Each of them had steeled themselves as their mounts had manifested before them for the first time, but Gorock had squealed in fright when the summoned shadow coalesced into a human-headed horse. That particular part of the memory brought a smile to Tilly¡¯s face, and he replied to the sound in his head a few times before the awful urge to look back over at the creature returned. It was going to be a long ride... ... Sir Michael raised his hand in a ¡®halt¡¯ motion an hour or two later bringing his mount to a stop and jumping down turning toward the rest of the group. Hilbert followed suit pulling out his device and scanning the area in front of him, before gesturing for them to come in closer and setting wards around the group. ¡°The way ahead is choked with enemies, which is not surprising considering we are almost through the hills. A little farther and we will clear them and have a full view of the Forgotten Plain and the mountain fortress known as Requiem. However, if we continue any further, we will be unable to avoid encountering any scouts. How do you want to proceed?¡± The Wizard Apprentice asked as he finished circumnavigating the group and establishing the ward. Tilly turned towards Ichiro, who nodded for him to go ahead, ¡°As it stands, the plan is for me to spirit walk into the city and hopefully make contact with an ally. We don''t know how we are going to get in, or out, for that matter, but our priority is to make contact with the Facet and figure out how to obtain its ¡®Patronage¡¯¡± Tilly said, attempting to sound more confident than he felt at how vague it all sounded. With so little information it''s not like they could come up with much more. They would just have to stay flexible and hold onto the hope that this quest would be achievable. ¡°Uh, about that¡­ I do have some news I can share on the escape front.¡± Franklin added, speaking for the first time in quite a while. He had been quiet almost the entire trip, and while they didn''t really have many opportunities to chat, something had felt off. Tilly didn''t know him well enough to peg if that was just his personality around groups or something more but he had worried about the honu''s silence more than once. If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. The honu readjusted his scarf and reached into his sleeve, pulling out a Conche shell covered with tiny glowing runes. ¡°The elders gave this to me on my way out but cautioned that it might not be ready in time for us to use. I have checked it every few hours and now from the look of the spell link, it seems that they have succeeded. They have successfully tied it back to the platform in the village square and now we will be able to activate it.¡± Hilbert''s eyes widened and a slow smile of relief crossed his face, ¡°Ha! I told Mallytza this wasn¡¯t a suicide mission! Someone among your Faction must be very talented in Teleportation.¡± ¡°Any chance I can get the child''s version of what you just said?¡± Tilly added dryly. ¡°Sorry, it¡¯s a teleport anchor keyed to our home platform. If I infuse the spell with my mana and break the anchor, every being within 10 paces of my location will be pulled back to the platform instantaneously. It is the main way those without the use of a dedicated teleportation mage travel via the platforms. But with our platform broken, the elders didn¡¯t know such a thing would be possible in such a short timeframe. However, with their new Wayfinder classes, they seemed to have been able to bridge the gap.¡± He explained, stowing the precious object back in the folds of his robe. Even delivering the good news, there was something distracted about his tone. The timing was terrible, but Tilly was afraid it would only get worse from here, ¡°Hey guys, would you mind giving us a moment?¡± Tilly asked, drawing away the Honu until they were at the edge of the ward. He knew almost everyone would still be able to hear them, but it was the best he could do. ¡°Hey man, are you ok? Something seems off...¡± The Honu returned his concerned gaze with a look of guilt, which slowly morphed into a reluctant acceptance. ¡°I am sorry Tilly. You are right to ask. You are not the only one who is wrestling internally on this journey. I am sure you have noticed I am the only Honu with such a clothing item,¡± Franklin said, plucking at the blue scarf wrapped around his neck absently. "Honestly, I just thought you were the best dresser of the bunch." Tilly quipped evoking a ghost of a smile from the honu. ¡°That may be the case, but this isn¡¯t just any cloth¡­ It was a gift from the oldest mage in the Minotaur caravans. She said she was entrusting its care to me, and that when the time came, I would know when to let it go.¡± ¡°Let it go? Go where?¡± ¡°That is just it, I do not know¡­ But it is an Epic quality item that has increased my Wisdom stat by 50% when I channel water Mana. There is a real possibility that this item may be the only reason I got selected to go on this quest. Yet, I can¡¯t shake the feeling that it is trying to speak to me, urging me to move in the very same direction you have been leading. It... wants something. Something that lies just over these hills. But, I fear if I give it up, I will become a liability to the mission. Our people are depending on us... On me to be strong.¡± ¡°I see what you mean. I sure as hell wouldn¡¯t be in a rush to give up something that increased any of my stats by that much¡­ Well, there isn¡¯t anything we can do about it until we know for sure. But, I can say this: even without that scarf, you''re not a liability. I trust you to make the right call when the time comes. You have been nothing but dependable since I met you. Hell, you should be doubting me! I''m the one-¡± The Honu began to shake his head firmly, ¡°No, we will proceed as you say, but if you can choose to trust me, then I have the privilege to do the same, agreed?¡± He asked, with an unexpected intensity gleaming in his eyes. ¡°Yeah, I¡¯m clear on that.¡± Tilly smiled roguishly, happy to receive the spirited rebuke from the reticent mage. He clapped the Honu on the shell and turned back to the others, who all had the good sense to be looking in another direction. Except for Gorock and his horrifying mount, who both watched them speak with bored expressions on their very different faces. ¡°... Alright Hilbert.¡± Tilly stuttered, put-off by the pair, ¡°What can you tell me about this city and the siege it is under before I head out? I¡¯m hoping I will be undetectable to the forces on the ground, but a little context about what I am going into won¡¯t hurt.¡° The Wizard Apprentice perked up at his name but didn''t answer right away, instead choosing to look over at Sir Michael for a long moment. The Knight slowly nodded in ascent and Hilbert turned to Tilly, releasing a long sigh. ¡°Yes, well the short version is that very few have ever been within the city and everything I know is secondhand. It is a place of the dead, or more specifically a place for Whytes to exist in a state of rest, pursuing whatever it is they pursue in their semi-eternal state.¡± ¡°And what exactly are Whytes? ¡­Ghosts?¡± Tilly asked, ready to finally get some clarification on this point. ¡°Not exactly. Ghosts are more like tortured fragments of a soul, they do not exist outside of the pain they are constantly forced to relive. A Whyte on the other hand is something much more complete. It is a memory construct, formed from the impression that remarkable individuals can make upon the pattern of Nephesh itself. For that reason, they are often very powerful, but also extremely limited.¡± ¡°So they are made of memories?¡± ¡°Yes, especially someone who has some unresolved desire or duty. If a person of considerable power or impact bent themselves toward a certain task for long enough, they have a much higher chance of leaving behind a Whyte. They can think, feel, and often are indistinguishable from the originator, but they cannot gain levels. Every action they take is empowered by a certain memory from their originator, and therefore finite. Once all the memories are used up on a kind of action, they are unable to perform that action ever again. For this reason, they are known to spend months if not years in quiet stillness and are very uncomfortable amongst the living. ¡°They are also rumored to hold one of the greatest libraries on the Plane, a collection of all the knowledge of their past lives. My master even visited the city once, paying in their currency for the knowledge to help create the very items you were gifted.¡° At this, Amelia spoke up, ¡°Their currency? Is that code for more blood? Hilbert¡¯s mouth flicked up in a smile, revealing the points of his fangs in amusement, ¡°No madam, nothing so replaceable as that. They sometimes accept Guild Standard, but their currency of choice is Memory. They trade for what they do not have, to extend their agency on this Plane. They trade with each other, and in times past, outsiders.¡± Hilbert finished, his tone meandering as he looked back at his companion and waved him forward. At this, Sir Michael cleared his throat and moved forward, slowly pulling off his helm. B2 Ch. 48 Total Recall Everyone turned in shock as the Knight stepped forward into the center of the conversation and reached up to remove his helm. ¡°In a manner of speaking, this will be a sort of homecoming for him,¡± Hilbert added theatrically as Sir Michael revealed the features he kept hidden under his ever-present helm. The Knight pulled back the front of the blank metal helm revealing the grey, purplish skin of the Strigoi race, but in a form unlike any Tilly had seen. It was not the gaunt hunger of a Consumer or the emaciated skeletal structure of the even weaker basic warriors. Instead, Sir Michael displayed features that were sleek and full. Something more akin to a well-fed predator than any sort of scavenger. His eyes smoldered steadily with a deep hunger undercut by an unyielding restraint. ¡°I was once known as Mikhail.¡± He growled in a halting rumble, obviously having trouble forming the words. That said, he turned to Hilbert and gestured for him to take up the explanation. ¡°The Horde is led by something called the Prime Dirge. It almost never takes the field, and some say it is the progenitor of the Strigoi race. Sir Michael was once its second in command and the leader of its ground forces. I will not go into great detail for the sake of time, but he fought our King in a duel, and something about tasting Excalibur¡¯s blade freed him temporarily from the Dirge¡¯s hold. Their forces retreated that day and Mikhail ran to find haven from his master¡¯s wrath. ¡°He found himself at the gates of Requiem, hoping that their hidden knowledge would be the key to his freedom, and offered all of his memories in exchange. He does not know what transpired after that, but some time later, he emerged with a set of armor unlike any we have seen. While wearing it, he is in full control of his urges and can resist the once undeniable longing to obey the will of his master. He came to our Order decades ago hoping to help end the Prime Dirge¡¯s reign in these lands. Arthur accepted him to the High Table at the advice of Merllyn and the rest is history as they say.¡± Hilbert ended with a flourish, cheekily looking up to read the impact of his story. Tilly took it all in with a raised eyebrow. He would never say this out loud, but to him, a vampire was still a vampire and Sir Michael''s race of origin changed very little. Hilbert''s face fell as he took in the lack of reaction from the group. He turned back to his ward to fiddle with it in dispair as silence hung heavy in the air. Finally, Ichiro stepped up to the stoic Knight. ¡°You have treated us with honor and this is a far greater measure of your worth in our eyes than your race of origin. Each of us carries the burdens of duty and failure, yet those things do not define us. Our choices do.¡± The Samurai offered, before lowering his head in a small bow of respect. Sir Michael nodded in return before replacing his helm and facing out toward the Strigoi army somewhere in the distance, having said all he needed to say. Kindle chose that moment to land amid their formation and look around ruffling her feathers impatiently. ¡°No girl, we can¡¯t risk you being spotted. You will move forward with the rest of us as soon as I get back.¡± Tilly answered her unspoken request. ¡°Alright everyone, I¡¯m going to scout in my Spirit form. I will be back as soon as possible, hopefully with more information and a way past the enemy.¡± He continued turning to address the group. Ichiro nodded, pulling free his sheathed sword and settling down in a kneeling vigil. ¡°We will watch and prepare for your return,¡± Franklin added from behind Tilly. Gorock unhelpfully slapped him on the back as Tilly sat down distracting him momentarily from his breathing. ¡°Don¡¯t take too long Baby-Man. I don¡¯t know what I''ll do if this trip does not liven up soon.¡± Turning with a grimace at the heavy-handed slap, Tilly deadpanned, ¡°I''ll try¡­¡± The Wallbreaker nodded sagely and turned to take up his watch position. Tilly managed to keep a sigh from interrupting his breathing pattern, and breath by breath, sunk deeper into his meditation. It was not necessary to activate his skill, but he had found the better connected he was with himself before he went into his spiritual form, the more mobility and strength he seemed to have. So he breathed through the pressures, the time crunch, and the overwhelming odds. He let each one surface in his emotional landscape and accepted it. The exercise had grown familiar over the last weeks, and he quickly found the simple calm he was working toward. The flame in his chest began to stoke merrily at the greater internal integration. Just as he was about to activate the Skill, the Seed wriggled distractedly, straining to reach deeper into his physical members. The sensation almost elicited a gag, and his eyes suddenly flew open in worry. His gaze flitted over the top of his HUD. Heath:100% Mana:100% Corruption¡¯s Influence: 28% He hadn¡¯t taken much damage in the fight yesterday so he hadn¡¯t paid much attention¡­ But he had lost another two percent to Corruption¡¯s influence. He quickly closed his eyes again, attempting to regain focus, but bitterness began to bubble to the surface of his calm, signifying deeper worries that he was not ready to face. He had missed its advancing again¡­ And if there was anything like that red-eyed fucker here in this army, he might not even make it into the city. The more he ruminated over it, the darker his thoughts became. The flow in his internal environment was interrupted by these intrusive thoughts. They pressed in on him, heavy things, ponderously moving over the surface of his mind like tanker ships in the night. He did his best to accept them, and to let the feelings they carried move through him, but their weight began to overwhelm him, throwing off his rhythm and robbing him of momentum. He had not sat down and taken the time to process the events of the last couple of days, the implications of the Weasel¡¯s scheme, and his ominous mention of the ¡°They¡± that he had alluded to. Greater forces were working on a scale that he could not imagine to advance Corruption across the Plane. The more that these realities sank in, the heavier he became until it felt like he was trying to breathe with hundreds of pounds pushing down on his chest. Sure, there might be some crazy confluence of events to get them access to the Flower and then back to the Alliance¡­ But what about after that? It was becoming clear that this stuff was everywhere. Who was going to stop it?Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. It seemed like most people were still ignorant of its existence¡­ let alone had the power or willingness to do anything about it. To top it all off, there had been no hint of Origin opposing Corruption''s spread anywhere else on the Plane¡­ Did that mean it was all up to- ¡°-Jonathan Tillman,¡± Ichiro¡¯s voice floated quietly over to him from his kneeling position. The calm utterance broke through Tilly¡¯s downward spiral and he realized he had lost his breathing cadence at some point, his breaths having transformed into a rapid panicky staccato. The tightness in his chest loosened at the sound of his name and Ichiro¡¯s calm voice continued, shining a soft light in the dark corners of Tilly¡¯s reverie. ¡°There is far more at work here than we can see. Do not drown in the waters of your ignorance. You have a path forward that only you can walk¡­ it is up to you to choose it.¡± He chided gently, his words cutting through to the heart of Tilly¡¯s fears. Tilly took a deep breath, feeling like he had come up for air, and thought about responding, before closing his mouth and choosing to take another breath instead. There was nothing to say, no excuses, no apologies¡­ He just needed to do. So he took another deep breath, and then another, returning to his rhythm with a force of will that he had not experienced since that first day outside the temple. He could almost feel Ichiro''s approval spurring him on, as he crashed back into the waters of his despair, diving deeper than he had in weeks, searching out whatever was hidden in its depths. For some reason, as he breathed and sank past the anxiety, the fear, and even the self-loathing, he found a memory floating up from his subconscious. It vibrated with a deep bass thrumming that shook his soul, and Tilly shied away from it at first, feeling the weight of its significance, and fearing it. Then before the cowardly part of himself could choose to surface, he dived into the memory surrendering to its overwhelming force. He winced as he tried to shut the hospital door quietly, only for the stupid door latch to click shut thunderously. He turned quickly and found his daughter''s eyes still shut, her breath coming in shallow watery gasps under her oxygen mask¡­ The news was worse than they thought. This wasn¡¯t a virus at all¡­ He felt his chest constrict. Suddenly, not able to take a full breath, as all of his desperate hopes came crashing down around him like the block tower that still lay all over the living room floor. She had knocked it over a few days ago when her coughing had gotten really bad¡­. Then as if she could feel his entry back into the room, her eyes began to crack open, and he rushed to her side, stepping as quietly as possible around his wife''s sleeping form. Her eyes found him, and he reached forward and clutched her hand, holding it as tightly as he dared. She met his gaze with a small smile. Pain showed on her face with every effort-filled breath, but that didn''t stop her smile as she caught sight of him Oh god... his baby girl. He couldn¡¯t do anything to help. They had said there was nothing left to do. But he could be here, He could hold her little hand. The memory faded, and he exploded forth from the depths, activating Spirit Walk, and rising from his physical body like a cloudless dawn on the horizon. He looked down at his spiritual form and found himself wreathed in white flames, almost as if he had somehow activated an incorporeal version of Flames Wrath. He may not have enough power to stop the end of the world, but there was something he needed to do, here and now. He looked around at the group, shining with spiritual strength. His transition had once again gone unnoticed by most of the group, but Kindle looked up at his emergence and met his gaze, sending a fierce mental image of a bird of prey in a shrieking dive. ¡®I will get it done girl¡­ No matter what.¡¯ he sent back, turning and taking off into the air. His spirit responded to the command with shocking speed, and he found himself fifty feet in the air before he had even registered his extreme increase in velocity. He looked back down towards his body, which was now connected to him by a vibrant thread of woven fire. Then he turned and looked forward, having cleared the sight line of the hills. From his new vantage, he saw a small mountain chain in the distance, resisting the repeated crashing of an ocean of dark energy. It took Tilly a moment to register the immensity of the force crashing against the portion of the mountain chain that lay directly before them. The scale of this enemy force dwarfed the one outside their own wall by an order of magnitude, and the density of its energy was significantly thicker. Despite the enormity of the clash playing out before him, he immediately registered a faint sound dancing over and through the tumultuous conflict. The Flower¡¯s song, undaunted, and undiminished rang out through the air, continuing past the threat to touch the plane in incomprehensible ways. The site of the conflict reinforced their need to reach the Facet and Tilly shot forward, moving faster than he could have even at a full gallop on his new Mount. The flames covering his spiritual form lent him incredible speed as he streaked past pickets of subtly hidden scouts, and noted their positions. Then he began to approach the main army, and even in his current empowered form the malevolent energy they exuded buffeted his flight, slowing his pace toward the embattled city significantly. As the pressure increased, he decided to stop short of the edge of their howling ranks. From the rear of their forces, he could now clearly make out the front third of the Strigoi army crashing endlessly against a wall that made the one the Alliance had hastily constructed look like a joke. A pale ghostly energy crackled and snapped in the air above the edifice, as projectiles and spells were hurled down by the defenders, mowing down the endless ranks of enraged enemies. The city that rose beyond the wall, climbed the steep mountains that were its backdrop until they both disappeared into the ever-present clouds. Through it all, Tilly looked in vain for any way he could approach the wall without flying directly through the churning storm of Mana that boiled above the conflict. He doubted he would survive such a flight in his current form. In desperation, he scanned the sheer mountain faces, looking for some other way through. The closer he looked, the more he noticed some sort of subtle magic at play. An intricate weave of spellwork draped over the entire natural formation of stone, with the central root of the spell reaching deep into the heart of the fortress city. As he scanned west and then east, Tilly''s eyes were drawn to a break in the flat lands that stretched out from the mountains in all directions. A river poured down from a great waterfall halfway up one of the mountains and wound its way through the flat lands, off into the distance. The possibility that the waterfall presented to his spiritual form was as good a chance as he was going to get. He began to move in that direction, picking up speed, and pulling away from the Horde when the malevolent cloud of energy hanging over the whole force shifted. Tilly felt panic rise, as he realized that the cloud of energy hanging over the enemy force wasn''t just a mindless overflow of the creatures below it. He could suddenly feel its sentience as it shifted focus to Tilly as he tried to streak away and felt a palpable weight withdraw from the wall and shift to his position fleeing the rear of the Strigoi force. Tilly poured energy into his flight, egging more speed from his form, and burning off some of the flames that accompanied its empowered spiritual state. The weight of the cloud¡¯s attention rolled across the rear of the army, causing all of the creatures below it to flinch and howl in pain as their master swept its senses over them. Tilly raced just ahead of its rolling advance, pushing away in panic as it drew near. He looked back in panic and for the first time spotted his pursuer at the center of the vast hateful energy. Floating amid the roiling cloud was a winged figure. Something about Tilly''s attention changed the vague motions of the being''s pursuit and Tilly watched in horror as the thing looked up and met his eyes. B2 Ch. 49 Hammer Time If he hadn¡¯t been in his spiritual form, Tilly was sure his heart would have seized up from terror. The weight of the figure''s attention surrounded him blanketing his mind in numbness and then began to squeeze, overwhelming his soul with instinctual fear. Tilly¡¯s flight stuttered to a stop as a silent scream tried to escape through his gritted ghostly teeth. The figure was still obscure, but as Tilly stared in growing dread, its eyes began to shine with a dark intensity. Tilly couldn''t tell if it was moving or not, but its indistinct features began to sharpen as the sounds of battle grew closer. Then the small part of Tilly that was still cognizant of his surroundings realized that he was involuntarily floating back toward the battlefield and the cloud roiling above it. The compulsion was as undeniable as gravity, and Tilly felt himself falling toward his doom. All the while, those eyes grew like twin stars of darkness, filling his vision... becoming his new reality. Then a clarion call rang out from the wall, one so high and pure that it cut through the white noise of dominance that had fuzzed Tilly¡¯s mind and robbed him of all agency. Both his attention and thankfully, the figure''s, shifted to the wall, whose gates exploded open in a surprise countercharge. The gates reaped hundreds of enemy lives as they went from impenetrable to unstoppable in an instant, mowing down or flinging away anything in their path. Tilly couldn''t help but flinch at the thunderous clang the three-story metal doors made as they slammed to a stop against the walls that barely held them on giant swinging hinges. Behind them, a stream of combatants took the field charging through the recently made space and taking full advantage of the shock of their enemies to cut through their decimated front ranks and deep into the heart of the Strigoi offensive. Leading the charge was a wide variety of ghostly warriors, ranging from pale-looking humanoids to barely visible specters. Simultaneously, the ranged attacks raining down from the wall suddenly multiplied, bursting forth with embedded magics. Fire, wind, and even spectral blades tore through the press of bodies just beyond the charging Whyte counteroffensive, softening their opponents further and removing the possibility of a rally. With the weight of the figure''s presence gone, Tilly could suddenly think again and his fight or flight instinct redoubled. He had never been more sure of his need to flee a fight in his life. He poured everything he had into getting away from the battlefield, burning through whatever added spiritual agency the white flames had given him. There was no way he would survive that thing''s attention if it bothered to look back at him. In those moments it held his gaze, it had owned him, heart and soul. The loss of all of his control with just a glance from this new enemy filled him with a certainty of his own inferiority. Against something like that, he was well and truly over his head. It hadn¡¯t been like last time with the red-eyed figure¡­ there had been no struggle, just a silent, terrifying end to his will. Struck by a sudden thought, he desperately checked Corruption¡¯s Influence on his HUD. Corruption¡¯s Influence: 38% It had barely been boosted by the other creatures'' will¡­ He released a silent sigh of relief as he tore through the air as fast as he could following the face of the mountain range. Tilly wondered if the figure had even used an Ability or if the gap in their power levels was so overwhelming that someone with Tilly¡¯s low Wisdom was virtually helpless before him. He risked another glance back, making sure to focus only on the wall and the conflict raging before it. The Defenders had cut a huge wedge into the attacking army, killing thousands as they completely demolished the front ranks of the Horde. But the Whyte offensive had slowed significantly as it approached the area covered by the chaotic dark cloud. Its influence rolled forward, pressing against the ghostly blue barrier attempting to hold it back. Under the returning corrosive influence, the effectiveness of the attacks from the wall halved. His view was slowly blocked by the curve of the mountain range and he turned forward hoping to still accomplish his goal before it was too late. Before him stretched the river, snaking off through the flat plains and just up ahead were the powerful falls that fed it, thundering through a break in the mountains a couple of hundred feet up. At this point, the white flames that had covered Tilly¡¯s body had diminished to only a few patches and his speed decreased incrementally as he approached the falls, ascending to its top. He angled his flight to meet the barrier where it hovered above the water and slowed to a stop, floating before it. In his spirit form, the magic of the incredibly large spell was fascinating to see up close. He took a moment to marvel at what looked to be a tightly woven net of runes, exceedingly intricate and barely discernable even with his heightened sensitivity to mana in its base forms. The lines of arcane text slowly crawled through the pattern, causing a shimmering shifting in the ghostly blue lace of enchantment. He reached out and touched the barrier, and found it as strong as steel against his spiritual hand. A little jolt traveled through his arm at the contact, and the faint song of the Flower became more audible for a moment. He watched a faint ripple run through the magic in all directions, shooting off out of sight. Nothing else happened that he could see, so he decided to stick with his plan and slowly sunk into the deluge of water pouring out into the plain. His wince of hesitation relaxed into a smile as he entered the water and found that it passed through him with no resistance. In fact, as he fully entered its flow, the last pieces of flames burning on his form strengthened and grew, covering his shoulders and arms like a mantle. While the water was just water, hidden in its flow was something of significant spiritual weight that seemed to revitalize him spiritually. Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation. The song had grown even clearer in the center of the water¡¯s outpouring, and Tilly suspected that the roar of the water would have been deafening in his physical form, but the way he was now, it was relegated to playing in the background. Surrounded by water and the growing sweetness of the song, he stretched out his hand a second time. His vision was obscured by the flow of the river, but as he reached forward, his hand was still arrested by the impenetrable barrier. ¡®Even underwater?¡¯ He thought to himself in disappointment. He was about to pull his hand away when he felt a ripple roll through the barrier and sink into his spiritual form, mirroring what had happened when he first touched the barrier but in reverse. ¡®Come little brother, we do not have much time.¡¯ Then the resistance before him was gone, and he hesitantly flowed forward, finding the way suddenly clear. As soon as he passed, he felt the barrier close in behind him, and it may have been his imagination, but the movement seemed sluggish and stuttering, like turning on the lights in an old building. As he moved past the barrier, he felt the weight of another kind of attention close in around him. It felt distinctly fluid and wild and Tilly suddenly got the impression that he was somewhere he did not belong. Following instinct more than anything, he shot up out of the waters, feeling the weight of that unwelcome attention lift as soon as he removed himself from its domain. There, past the mouth of the falls, he found a curving path cut through the mountains by the river. Without hesitating, he shot forward, following its curves and taking full advantage of his partially restored spiritual flames to streak forward as fast as his form would take him. The river narrowed and broke off as he progressed, dividing up into hundreds of different tributaries from which it received its water. After cutting around several bends, Tilly emerged through the mountain range, gaining a view of the valley he had seen, what felt like ages ago. He left behind the river which cut back through the range at an angle and floated forward, suddenly hesitant. The song rang out here, just as clearly as it had the first time he had visited this valley, and even with the terrifying pressures and obligations he now carried on his shoulders, he felt the weight of their urgency lighten slightly. He flew over the trees, skimming their tops excitedly, now that he had finally made it back. He cleared the top of the tree line in minutes and the sight of his objective hit him like a physical blow. The Flower and the rising crescendo of its song were heady and overwhelming, however, when juxtaposed with his recent burst with the leader of the Strigoi army, Tilly couldn''t help but compare the two for a second. The Prime Dirge¡¯s power had dominated him, crushing all resistance before he even had time to realize what was happening. In contrast, the Flower and its song did nothing to snuff out his will. It was more than a force of nature, its power undeniable as it flooded the valley. Yet it demanded nothing of its spectators, offering its gift freely. The Flower¡¯s beauty was continually being poured out, made even more alluring by the fact that it was¡­ vulnerable. Tilly longed to approach it, feeling deeply attracted to its physical presence, but at the same time, felt a fiercely protective instinct rise up in him as he realized that the sole objective of the chaotic energy that suffused the Prime Dirge was to twist this power into something completely different. At some point without realizing it, he found himself on the same hilltop he had visited the first time, lost in the layers and nuances of the Flower¡¯s song. Revelations about reality itself seemed to be playfully hidden within its melodies and time took on a strange dreamlike quality in its presence. Then the sound of a deep sigh drew Tilly¡¯s attention to his right and pulled him back into the present. Looking over he found Thunder Descends leaning on his hammer and taking in the same sight wistfully. ¡°When I united the tribes of my peoples, I was insatiable in my appetite for more. I wanted the greatest treasures of this Plane for myself¡­ I was arrogant and my pride spelled my doom. But my desires for great treasure lived on, and part of me continued in this form. I was looking for something I could not name, but knew I had to find.¡± He slowly pulled his gaze away from the flower and met Tilly''s eyes. ¡°My new people found this place long ago, and to our wonder, we discovered that proximity to this Facet allowed us to act out memories of our predecessors many times before they faded. It has been the treasure of our culture for a thousand years, and each of us swore to protect it once we joined the city and learned of its presence.¡± His smile fell as the solemnity of their situation sank in, even here at the heart of the hidden valley. ¡°Now the time of our stewardship comes to an end. I heard the charge of my brothers and sisters and their courage calls to me. It is now time for me to break the pride of another arrogant heart.¡± He declared, straightening and looking back west, where the city lay on the other side of the mountains. ¡°Wait, how do I obtain the patronage of the Flower? How do I even get back here in my real body?¡± Tilly all but shouted as he realized this was going to be another abrupt end to a conversation with the huge Whyte. Thunder Descends rolled his shoulders as he looked off into the distance, his frown turning fierce as he considered his opponent. ¡°I believe one of your party has something that will grant you a boon from Old Man River. Take it to him, and he will help you to reach this place. As for the rest of your quest¡­¡± He trailed off, turning back toward Tilly and pausing before continuing hesitantly, ¡°I can¡¯t say I know. But there is a seed in your party, and that is a good start.¡± He finished, cracking a smile as if that was everything Tilly needed to know. Then he hefted his hammer, and the sight of its sigil-inscribed head made Tilly¡¯s ghostly jaw ache. ¡°Now, I will send you back to save you some time. I do not think your presence has gone unnoticed, and the blood drinker has come to contest your claim. You must hurry.¡± He stated, his eyes narrowing in concentration as the head of his hammer began to thrum. ¡°Wait, I need more information! ... And what are you doing with your hammer?¡± B2 Ch. 50 Old Man River ¡°This shouldn¡¯t hurt.¡± Thunder Decends muttered, concentration writ across his face as the head of his hammer shimmered and became incorporeal matching Tilly¡¯s state. ¡®Shouldn¡¯t?!¡¯ Tilly had just time enough to think before the hammer exploded forward and crashed into his abdomen. The impact transferred an incredible amount of kinetic energy to him and he launched into the air, streaking over the mountains at unbelievable speeds. The thread connecting him back to his body tightened and began to pull him back, the flames woven into the connection flaring brightly with the strain. Tilly choked off a belated scream as he realized that the impact hadn¡¯t actually hurt. His spiritual form was fuzzing at its edges under the strain of taking on so much energy, but it did not cause him any harm, spiritual or otherwise. After only seconds he was clearing the mountain ranges and gained a clear view of the battle raging below. The Horde had made it through the gates and now had the upper hand in the battle. The Whytes however, were exacting a high price for every advancing step, and Tilly saw at least half the attacking army had been destroyed in the reckless push. He burned past the cloud of chaos and hatred, closing his eyes, hoping that it would make some difference. But just as his arc began its descent toward his physical body, he felt that same terrible awareness pass over him, attempting to latch on. It might have been because of the distance, Tilly¡¯s speed, or even due to some effect of Thunder¡¯s Ability but whatever it was, the Prime Dirge¡¯s attention slid off him, unable to latch on. Tilly let out a sigh of extreme relief as his path shot him behind the hills. As soon as the line of sight was broken, Tilly felt the weight of its attention lighten considerably, but not disappear entirely. Before he knew it, he was gasping for breath, once again fighting the feeling of vertigo that always accompanied his return to a physical state. All around him, his companions stirred, getting to their feet. ¡°We have to go, now!¡± Tilly gasped, rolling to his feet dizzily. Ichiro rose from his sitting position smoothly and tucked away his sword, ¡°We are ready, what is the plan? How do we get into the city.¡± ¡°The city is just a doorway into the valley, one that the Horde will soon open, but I think there is another way,¡± Tilly said, moving over to the embodiment of his fears and sticking one of his moccasined feet into the stirrup. As he stepped up and settled into the saddle, he looked around to find the rest of the group mirroring his urgency as they too, mounted their Nightmares, looking to him for further information. ¡°I don¡¯t entirely know what this means, but we need to get to a river that pours down from the mountain range to the east of the city. The Prime Dirge is leading this attack directly and spotted me on the way in and out. My contact assures me that if we reach the river, we will be granted a boon and access to the valley. But first, we need to clear these hills and then cut east to meet the river by the fastest line possible. Everybody ready?¡± Everyone in the group nodded as they loosened weapons and prepared for what was to come. Kindle lept into the air above them, crying out fiercely in anticipation. Tilly turned his mount toward the battle and the object of their quest. ¡°Let''s go!¡± He called as he kicked his Nightmare forward into a gallop, not bothering to lower his voice. The rest of the group followed and they cleared the last of the hills in less than a minute. As they broke out into the plain, Tilly immediately felt the Prime Dirges'' attention redouble on him, and he heard gasps and exclamations all around him as its weight settled down on the group. The battle was still too far for them to make out any details of what was happening on the wall, but they did see a small contingent breaking off from the rear of the Horde and moving toward them. Tilly cut to the east toward the distant river, urging his mount to move as fast as possible on the open ground. And move it did, Tilly could feel a slight tug of discomfort on his bond, as the Nightmare pulled on his life energy even further to eke out more speed. The mount¡¯s feet were a blur as it pushed toward the river with all it had, followed closely by the others. Turning back to measure the approaching group''s relative distance, Tilly was shocked to see that they continued gaining, even with the mounts at full speed. Even worse than that, Tilly could see the cloud approaching as well and felt the pressure on his mind increasing by the second. He whipped his head over to Hilbert whose nose was bleeding freely as he held an arcane gesture in one hand and the reins in the other. From his form, a shimmering shield had risen to cover over the group, interposing itself between the Dirge¡¯s attention and the galloping group. ¡°I am doing all I can!¡± he snarled, the blood from his nose painting his teeth red as it continued to flow. The pinkish energy of his magic was thick above them, and it flickered ominously at the increasing pressure being levied by the distant pursuer. Then the pressure again redoubled, and even the mounts began to slow under its weight, causing the pursuing contingent to gain on them even more. Tilly¡¯s group had a shorter path to the river, but whoever this group was they possessed incredible speed.The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. Tilly looked back towards the battle once again, looking for any sign of the guardian Whyte. After a moment, he spotted something, glittering in the sky high above the mountains. The distant object continued to grow until it resembled a meteor. It was then that the sound of a boom reached them, and a ring of concussive pressure exploded out from the object as it increased speed, hurtling down towards the battle. As suddenly as it had fallen, the Prime Dirge¡¯s attention lifted from the group, and they gasped in relief as the Nightmares picked up their speed in the absence of its pressure. Tilly, however, continued to stare back at the coming collision in awe. The cloud whipped around the Prime Dirge in a vortex before shooting up to meet the new threat like a lance. As the cloud launched upward to meet the falling meteor, Tilly heard the shout of the Guardian booming through the heavens, ¡°THUNDER DESCENNNNNDS!¡± Whether he was shouting his own name, or he was named after his strongest Ability Tilly did not know, but another boom, this time so loud that Tilly felt it in his chest, rolled off from the impact. The cloud was completely dispersed by the kinetic energy released as Thunder crashed into the Prime Dirge, hammer first. Their collision with the ground below reminded Tilly of an artillery strike and hundreds of the enemy army were caught in the resulting concussive blast. It. Was. Epic. ¡®Hell yeah brother¡¯ Tilly grinned fiercely at the incredible opening move Thunder had used to lay into the Prime Dirge. Unfortunately, this had done nothing to slow the group pursuing them¡­ And Tilly was loath to realize that they were still gaining. He turned forward in his saddle to try and measure their distance to the river and his heart sank further. They wouldn¡¯t make it. He sensed the formation of galloping mounts shift behind him and saw Ichiro in a tight conference with Sir Michael, speaking loudly enough to be heard over the gallop, but not loudly enough for his words to carry to Tilly. Whatever was said, the Knight nodded and pulled back on his reigns causing the mount to slow. ¡°Gorock, with me,¡± Ichiro called. Gorock looked back at the lapin and hooted with glee as he saw Ichiro''s intentions. Tilly was about to slow as well, thinking that the group as a whole had a much better chance of defeating whoever had come to pursue them. ¡°No, Jonathan!¡± Ichiro called, slowing just enough so that he would meet the trailing attackers within sight of the river. ¡°Do not forsake the mission! You must obtain Patronage or this is all for nothing!¡± He shouted over the growing distance between their two groups. With him were Gorock, Sir Michael, and Hilbert. Kindle let out a fierce war cry, wheeling in the air and breaking off with the group to turn and face their pursuers. Tilly¡¯s face fell, but he nodded in understanding and turned to fully focus on the approach to the river, which was coming up fast. Time was short and he would trust his companion''s decision-making as much as they trusted his. To his right and left were Franklin and Amelia, both showing complicated looks on their faces, but determined to continue. Gorock¡¯s wild taunting echoed from behind them as they pulled up to the river''s edge. Tilly dismounted, and the others hopped down just a moment behind him. ¡°Hey! Mr. River?¡± Tilly shouted at the flowing waters, urgency undercutting his attempt at a respectful tone. No answer returned and he looked at his two companions feeling lost. Amelia returned his look with nothing to add, but Franklin ignored the look entirely and moved to the river with a strange mix of concentration and sorrow pulling down the lines of his face. ¡°This is it¡­this is the moment.¡± He spoke quietly as he unwrapped the scarf from around his neck. Tilly looked back to see the pursuing group almost upon the rest of their party. Ichiro''s group had dismissed their mounts to regain the lost Constitution and were taking up a diamond formation with Sir Michael at its point and Hilbert at the rear. ¡°Well, whatever you are going to do, do it.¡± Franklin laid the blue length of fabric tenderly across his upturned hands and knelt at the edge of the water, lowering it in. Tilly blinked in shock, as the water rippled around the piece of clothing and formed the shape of a young girl with blue skin. She looked to be sleeping, but as Franklin lifted her back from the water, her eyes blinked open slowly. The sound of a clash of arms and a cackling howl broke out in the near distance, but Franklin seemed to be immune to outside pressures as his face broke out in a brotherly smile at the appearance of the little girl. ¡°Hello little friend, it is nice to finally meet you¡­¡± He said settling her onto her feet. She looked around slowly and her eyes grew as big as saucers. Her location sunk in and she rubbed the heels of her hands into her face as she fought back tears. ¡°Thank¡­ you¡­ for bringing me home.¡± She stuttered through a hitching sob. Then behind her, the water began the froth and a man with a beard of flowing water and scales running along his upper body stepped up from its surface at a run. ¡°Daughter!¡± He exclaimed, throwing his arms open and rushing to the shore. ¡°Papa!¡± She cried collapsing toward the approaching figure. He snatched her from her fall and twirled her around, laughing uproarously. Something in Tilly twinged at the sight, but something far deeper began to well up along with the pain, washing it in healing sorrow. He broke his eyes away from the site and looked back at Ichiro¡¯s group, who was now completely enmeshed in battle with the pursuers. Now that they were much closer, Tilly was able to count twenty-ish Consumers being led by a huge Strigoi wielding a battle axe. Even as the smaller group fought to keep them engaged, half of the Consumers broke off and continued toward the river. The water-bearded man looked up from his embrace and his smile fell, ¡°Ah, I see¡­¡± He said, setting down his daughter and turning to address the three before him. B2 Ch. 51 Face Tat The physical personification of the River stood to his full height, surveying the trio from several feet above their eye levels. ¡°You have my gratitude¡­ I would ask what boon you would have of me, but given the circumstances, I imagine I already know the answer. It is within my power to bring you to the Flower and back, simply step into my waters, and I will carry you.¡± ¡°Thank you, sir,¡± Tilly said as he moved forward in a rush, every clang and shout instilling greater urgency into the moment. He couldn¡¯t stand the idea of them fighting to protect him, while he just stood here. ¡°Honored Elder, I would request a different boon.¡± Franklin interposed. The River¡¯s look softened as he met the Honu¡¯s eyes, ¡°Yes, I see Little Brook''s mark on you. It is no small thing to give up such a benefit to your magic¡­¡± The honu nodded, licking dry lips, ¡°What I need most now is the strength to protect those with me. Will you grant me this?¡± He exclaimed in a rush. The battle raged a few hundred yards off and the smaller contingent of Consumers was almost upon them. Old Man River, however, took his time considering Franklin¡¯s request. ¡°My daughter¡¯s blessing would have followed you through every tier of growth, becoming something truly powerful if you survived¡­¡± He ran his fingers through his beard as he thought and Tilly choked down a growl of frustration as he drew his hatchets and half turned to keep an eye on their approaching attackers. The little girl tugged on to her father''s hand shyly and he knelt down to hear her whisper, before laughing in response, ¡°OH! Very good child! I had forgotten all about her. That will do nicely!¡± Tilly grit his teeth at the pace of the conversation and finished turning to face the approaching group. They were now within his striking distance, and he would only be able to get in a few throws before they crashed into the river bank. Amelia pulled several handfuls of something from her pockets, joining Tilly as he lifted his hatchets to throw when they heard a throat-clearing harrumph from behind them. Two huge vortices of water rose up from the river and crashed down on top of the sprinting Consumers with the weight of thousands of gallons behind it. The force of the water was undeniable, but it did not push the attackers back the way they came. Instead, it swept them to either side of the group and down into the river. And, just like that, they were gone. Tilly suddenly feeling a chill as he belatedly looped his hatchets back on his belt. He looked back at the River closely, but no identifier popped up above his head. The power he had just displayed, however, spoke for itself. ¡°Disgusting parasites if you ask me¡­¡± River sniffed absently as he turned his attention back to the three of them, ¡°Now to your boons, you two, pass through my waters and I will grant your companion a gift worthy of this deed.¡± Amelia looked over at Tilly raising her eyebrows, and he nodded, whatever was to come, they had to get to the Flower first. Without hesitating, she dismissed her mount, and Tilly turned to do the same. With a flex of his will, the Mount faded, and 10% was restored to his Constitution. Then they turned together towards the water and stepped off the shore into a surprisingly deep drop-off. Before Tilly could even shout out in shock, he was slipping into the river¡¯s depths, joined by a twin splash to his left. The water swallowed them, and Tilly felt the invisible grip of a mighty hand encircle him and launch him forward. It felt as if they were slipping between the flow of water, and Tilly felt no resistance as they shot upriver. His lungs constricted, and he fought panic as they moved in a way that confounded his comprehension until suddenly he was breaking the water''s surface. He looked up, wiping water from his eyes to find himself on the small rocky bank of a shallow mountain stream at the base of the hidden valley. ¡­ Franklin Level 35 Tundra Caller Amelia and Tilly disappeared as soon as they stepped into the river, and he could feel his mana stirring in response to the wild application of water and teleport magic that the River employed. The presence of the being before him vibrated in his senses, and he did not think either of the other two had a grasp of what they were dealing with. This wasn¡¯t a river. This was a manifestation of all Rivers¡­ His power suffused Franklin''s water-attuned senses as he tried to maintain calm before what might as well have been a deity. The figure in question turned from watching the two disappear, and looked Franklin in the eyes, his expression becoming more frank with the others gone. ¡°You know who I am?¡± ¡°Yes, Honored one,¡± Franklin answered quickly, attempting not to choke on his own nervousness. His great uncle had spoken of such beings. Creatures that bridged the gap between the Land and the Divine realm, standing with one foot in each. He had said he only met two in his time and both had been as wild and unpredictable as a summer storm. They lived by their own code of conduct and had very little regard for the wants or cares of the sentients who subsisted off their bounty. ¡°Good. Keep that to yourself. As much as I would like to help, I am bound to my domain, but your actions have allowed me to tip the scales slightly, so as my daughter suggests, I will grant you a contract with something not seen on Nephesh for Epochs¡­ She will be scaled down to your power level, but I think you will find her a more than suitable reward.¡± He said, his eyes beginning to glow. Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation. Franklin was about to thank the being but was distracted by two glowing tendrils of water rising from the river before him. They moved toward him almost hesitantly, as if considering, their glow matching the light coming from the River¡¯s eyes. ¡°Now, you need to hold still¡­¡± He muttered as the point of the tendrils tapered off to razor-sharp points and shot forward. The movement was so fast and shocking that Franklin only had time to blink as a pattern of pain erupted from his brow. They punctured him thousands of times in the space of a breath moving faster than thought, and Franklin bit back a shout as their movements danced a hair¡¯s breadth from his eyes. Then as quick as they came, the tendrils misted away, and the River leaned forward to admire his work. The girl clinging to his side smiled encouragingly at Franklin as he lifted his hands to his face. He felt no physical change, but he could feel a new Ability available to him, although he did not pull up his screen in front of the Elder, fearing such a thing would be rude. ¡°I think it is a fierce reminder of what she is,¡± he said absently turning to his daughter, ¡°What do you think Little Brook?¡± At his side, the little girl''s smile turned mischievous and she spoke for the first time since entering the water. ¡°Auntie Fjord will love it!¡± she exclaimed. Her father clapped in delight, then turned back to consider the scene playing out just beyond his reach. ¡°Your friends have shown a surprising amount of resilience, but I am afraid they will be overwhelmed shortly without your help.¡± He said, waving dismissively. ¡°Thank you, Honored One!¡± Franklin said, sketching a respectful bow and turning quickly to find Ichiro¡¯s group a few hundred paces out, surrounded by harrying attackers as the huge Strigoi at the front hammered down blows on Sir Michael¡¯s crumbling shield. At the sight, Franklin jerked forward, catching the neck of his skeletal mount and climbing up into the saddle, kicking the summon into a gallop. ¡°Too many in these milder climates have forgotten what we can do, young Tundra Caller!¡± the River shouted after him, ¡°Remind them!¡± Franklin nodded, clinging to his mount as it charged forward with a speed inconsistent with its emaciated leathery frame. Franklin sent his senses through his magic and discovered the new frigid place that housed his gift. He pulled up its description in the moments he had before arriving at the battle.
Summon Elemental of the Primordial Ice: At the cost of 45% of your mana, you may evoke your summon once a day and it will persist until destroyed or a thousand breaths have passed. Her Strength and Endurance will be scaled to 2x your Intelligence and Wisdom respectively and she will be granted control over her element equal to your highest Ice-related Skill. She may manipulate that element using her own Mana, but doing so will shorten her summon time.
Franklin sensed that he could begin the summon anywhere in his line of sight, and he immediately activated the Ability causing whatever had been done to his face to suddenly ache with cold. He centered the summon right behind the Strigoi leader, and a whirling vortex of Icy winds began to spin in that place. The leader reflexively jumped back from Sir Michael''s crumpled form and turned to take in the new threat. Gorock looked like he had bathed in blood, most of it his, but the attackers on his side of the surrounding group were all wounded in some way. Ichiro¡¯s robe was glowing with a strange pattern, and he seemed to be untouched, having struck down several foes far above his level, but his eyes were bleeding profusely and his movements showed an uncharacteristic sluggishness. Hilbert had simply done all he could to hold back the thin group that had come around for a full rear flank. He had his same barrier up again, but Franklin watched it shatter on the next blow from one of the Consumers. Kindle dived in between the Wizard Apprentice and the Strigoi and released a gout of flame, bathing the oncoming attackers. They surged forward into the gap despite the flesh melting from their frames as Franklin''s Ability fully activated. The icy whirlwind snapped to a standstill and then exploded with a powerful roar. The sound parted the blanket of snow that had manifested allowing a huge ursine creature to walk through, its pure white fur showing intermittent patches of frost. As soon as it emerged from the portal, its presence blanketed the area in a sudden freezing cold, and all the attackers paused and pulled back to take measure of the new predator entering the field. Franklin could feel the elemental¡¯s savage satisfaction at the enemies presented before it, and it let out another huge roar. One layered with notes of challenge and defiance. The Strigoi leader did not hesitate to charge the Summon, releasing a shout Ability that froze Franklin and the others in place. The Elemental rose on its hindlegs unaffected, and slammed them down, releasing a rolling wave of icy spikes against her charging attacker, and most of the Consumers surrounding the group. The axe-wielding leader jumped out of the way, breaking off his shout as he did so, and Franklin lurched into action, launching ice spikes at the backs of the distracted Consumers charging Hilbert¡¯s position. The whole fight erupted into chaos as the thin balance of the conflict was completely disrupted by the emergence of the new combatants on the field. Gorock bellowed in unimpeded joy as he dived into the midst of his attackers, who had been scattered by the Ice spike attack. Ichiro wove through the new obstacles, his white eyes ablaze with a piercing silver light as he removed any stray appendage that appeared in the field of death. Several of the Consumers tried to break through the icy barriers, but as soon as their bodies made physical contact, they were slowed, immediately growing frosty patches of ice all over their skin. The leader turned to see he was losing the initiative, and roared again, activating some sort of overdrive. His body swelled with engorged muscle and ropy black veins of corruption. His fanged mouth began to pour out a mixture of black ichor and blood as he screamed in part outrage part pain, ¡°Mikhail, This Is The Last Time You Escape!¡± Enraged, he body tackled the Elemental, ignoring the patches of ice that formed all over him and viciously cutting into the summon''s side with his huge serrated axe. The Elemental roared in response and began to gore the flesh of her attacker, even as it continued to reform with ever-increasing layers of engorged muscle. The remaining Consumers also went into a full rage, their forms bulging as they shrugged off the slowing effect of the Primordial Ice. B2 Ch. 52 Lay it Down Amelia Cooper - Level 40 Botanist Surveyor She dragged herself up from the rocky stream, gasping for breath. Jonathan had arrived with her through the strangest transport magic she had ever experienced, and they both stumbled to their feet on the other side of the mountains. Something prickled all along her skin and Amelia quirked her head. Her growth-aspected mana stirred interestingly as she bent her internal senses to find the source of the sensation. Jonathan had explained to them what this Facet was like, but she had not expected it to resonate with her mana so¡­ profoundly. Then the sound of screeching metal followed by a concussive boom reverberated through the mountains. Amelia looked up to see something crash into the far mountain range, chased by the malevolent creature that had almost destroyed them in their flight to the river. ¡°The barrier is down, we have to hurry,¡± Jonathan noted grimly beside her, his eyes following the trajectory of the impact. ¡°Let''s get moving then! You lead and I''ll keep up.¡± She replied, running her hand through her wet hair to get it out of her eyes. She has some Drinking Dust stored away somewhere, but they didn¡¯t have time for something as petty as drying off. ¡°Alright, let''s go.¡± He said, distracted by the fight occurring in the distance. Then as if jolted by electricity, he lowered his head and moved straight for the forest at a jog. Amelia jumped to follow, fighting a grin at his sudden shift into action. After all this time, she was still bemused by the man. He could be exceedingly short with his words, direct in his manner one moment, then playful and clever the next. Below all of it lurked deep waters that she would catch glimpses of in the strangest moments. That being said, she hadn''t exactly been the best version of herself with him either. She had left behind her kind decades ago, writing them off and doing her best to embrace this new life. Then he showed up, just as everything she had built began to crumble. She had been running herself ragged trying to beat this infection in the children, and he just showed up and did it¡­ At first, she had been frustrated that someone else had stepped in to solve her problems. Then as she saw him cleanse people until he was comatose, she had grown a grudging respect for him, but that respect had not removed the tiny seed of bitterness that continued to whisper in her ear, Look, you are still not good enough. As he moved through the trees ahead of her, she lengthened her stride to keep up. Her feelings toward him still in constant flux. He was proud and hated to see others sacrifice themselves in his place. Yet he insisted on doing so for everyone around him. His martyr complex was truly impressive... Yet, she could not deny he was honest and courageous when it mattered. Actually, he probably leaned into those virtues more often than was prudent, charging in without thinking, sharing secrets without hesitating¡­ Amelia shook her head ruefully as she ducked a low-hanging branch. Whatever his failings, he had been good to the people he had promised to help. He might not be much of a leader, but she now fully understood that his intentions were in the right place. Even if he drove her crazy with his bullheadedness. For just a moment she allowed herself to imagine what life would be like if they survived whatever conflict was washing over the entire plane. Forgotten wounds ached again at the thought of possible companionship with another of her race, and the risk of her disappointing someone else¡­ Even as old pain rose to the surface, the sensation around her deepened. The feeling of goosebumps on her skin spread from her arms down to her back, like warm water flowing down from a hot shower. A shiver of delight and relief suffused her senses as she moved deeper into the valley, and the warm reality of endless possibilities seeped into her soul. You are holding him back. What part did she have to play in all this? Was she just here to get her Corruption cleansed? Or was there something more? The feeling of lightness danced just on the edge of her hearing, growing clearer with every step. It was the ringing of bells¡­ No, that wasn¡¯t it, although it had that quality. There was singing there too, and some sort of rhythm present as well. ¡°It¡¯s music!¡¯ She finally realized, Her steps became lighter, and the chains of guilt and condemnation that so often bound her heart began to loosen. Emotional weights so familiar to her that they had become a fact of her existence began to lighten, and a small smile tugged at her straining face as she plowed after Jonathan through the ancient forest. Then a jarring staccato of violent crashes echoed through the valley, followed by a symphony of screams that sounded as if they had been ripped from hundreds of mouths. Whoever was fighting that thing had to be extremely strong. She hoped it could hold it off long enough for them to accomplish their quest. ¡°The only thing you will find in this valley is your end!¡± the voice of their temporary protector shouted in the distance. ¡°You are almost forgotten, shade. Then the power of Endless Life will be mine, and my children will wash over the Land like the tide.¡± Jonathan looked back at her, a desperate question left unspoken on his lips. She sighed internally and called forward,The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. ¡°If you are holding back for my sake, don¡¯t! I''m here to help, not hinder!¡± She growled forward at him, suddenly furious that he was going slower than he had to for her sake. They had a mission to accomplish! He picked up the pace significantly, moving directly toward what Amelia now recognized as the Flower¡¯s song. The forest started to thin again, and she began to notice another growing sensation in the pit of her stomach. Something that started as a painful cramp and grew with every step into a halo of stabbing pain surrounding her core. ¡°Guhhh¡± She stifled a groan as the pain redoubled. The Corruption¡­ It had never done anything like this. Instead of trying to integrate with her body, it had begun to attack her internally, as if finally realizing its end might be near. She glanced up to see her Health now falling with every step, as the sensation of repeatedly being stabbed reached further and further into her torso. Origin¡¯s seed within her also seemed to be reacting to the song, but not in a way that counterbalanced the damage being done by the now furious parasite. They cleared the trees, and the song grew louder, as did the discordant notes of her agony. A few steps ahead of her, Jonathan was grunting in his own pain, his gait hitching oddly as he continued forward. It was then that she noticed the blood he was leaving behind with every step. Health: 72% She reached under her shirt and found that her abdomen had also started weeping blood. The pain was now lancing into every nearby area of her body with violent disregard for their function. It was getting desperate, and part of her hardened in the face of this inescapable opposition. If it wanted to kill her¡­ so be it. She would rather die than quit while so many were counting on her. Her insides wrenched, dropping her health another 5% and she bit back another scream. Out of long habit, she palmed her health potion, ready to down it as soon as she became unable to keep up with the dogged pace he was setting. She knew his infection was far more pervasive than hers and she refused to be the reason they slowed down. If Jonathan could continue then so would she. They stumbled to the top of a low rise, the sight of Origin¡¯s Bloom at the center of the valley was almost enough to make her forget her pain. It was nothing more than a simple blue flower, yet for some reason it felt more real and vibrant than the breath in her lungs. The sight of it did nothing to lessen her agony, but it did give context to the pain. They were almost there. Almost done. Ahead of her, Jonathan grunted, slowing for a moment as they both took in the sight. She moved the last couple of steps to catch up to him, and saw, to her horror, that his mouth was pouring dark blood. Before she could say something, he stumbled down the rise in an almost mindless motion, as much stubbornness as will. In that glimpse of his face, she had seen death. She tightened the grip she had on her Health potion and moved to follow, focusing all of her attention on keeping up. They were so close! Health: 41% That symphony of screams echoed through the valley again, this time much closer, and Amelia heard a sad, but friendly voice carry over to them on an invisible breeze, ¡°This is all the time I can give you, little brother, little sister. Spend it well.¡± Before she could process those words or their source, the sky boomed, shaking the entire valley as lightning descended out of the ever-present clouds and crashed down out of sight. Those same screams of outrage warped further into wails of pain as the lightning continued in a seemingly endless bar of energy. It was as if heaven itself was pouring out the entire cup of its wrath in one violent judgment. They both continued toward the sweet song, its source pouring forth unbridled joy uninterrupted by the conflict around it. Jonathan coughed wetly a few steps ahead of her and released a guttural groan, before falling over. They were ten feet from the Flower, which swayed softly just beyond their reach. She stumbled over to him and pressed her potion into his hand, the sharp sensation of pain at the action almost causing her to keel over as she straightened. ¡°Don¡¯t stop¡­ *Cough* One of us has to make it.¡± Tilly gasped, eyes fixed on the Flower. ¡®He wasn¡¯t going to make it¡­¡¯ The reality slammed into her, attempting to drive her to the ground, as hot knives of pain wriggled, reaching further into the cavity that vainly attempted to protect her organs. Health: 28% Her jaw was clenched too tightly to answer him, but she forced her body to take another step and then another. What''s the point? You¡¯ll both be dead in minutes, Just sit for a second and catch your breath. That same sickly sweet voice kept bubbling up through the pain, promising her the relief of no longer caring. Step after stumbling step, she answered the voice. Not with malleable arguments that only gave it more power. But with the iron finality of action. She had no clue if the Facet could save them or not. But she was done being ruled by fear. She wasn¡¯t going to give up this time. Her midsection boiled over into a frothy orgy of pain as she collapsed in front of the Facet, reaching out her hand and gently touching the edge of a petal. It was so blue that it drank in her vision, drowning her in its azure vibrance. Its song was so clear that even through the pain, she felt her tense body relaxing in relief. At her touch, the song coalesced around her, somehow forming words in her consciousness: This Facet¡¯s Champion has fallen, do you accept the mantle: Bloom¡¯s Guardian? Smiling spitefully in the face of the gut-wrenching pain attempting to scramble her insides, she sent her assent to the music-formed notification, and the song roared into a crescendo, causing all kinds of flowering plants to erupt from the ground around them. Then something changed in the midst of the song, an order rippling through the wild melodies that intertwined the Flower and its new Champion. Emergency Quest Initiated /// Transport compatibility identified /// Relocate Facet to a safer location. Reward: Patronage of Origin¡¯s Bloom Do you accept? ¡®In for a penny, in for a pound¡­¡¯ Amelia thought grimly as she accepted the notification. Ch. 52. Bed time version bonus episode. I posted the recording on patreon, but it is free, so no worries about paying to listen if you are interested. 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B2 Ch. 53 Death鈥檚 Doorway Jonathan Tillman, Level 23 Son of Flame Tilly¡¯s insides were boiling over into an exquisite mixture of burning flesh and eviscerated organs. As soon as he had begun to approach the Flower, the Corruption within him had started to struggle, resisting his movements and causing him pain, but it was nothing his crazy Endurance couldn¡¯t counterbalance. But as he cleared the trees, the warnings turned into waves of frenzied attacks that increased in intensity the closer he got to the Flower. He started to wheeze, then cough up blood as the Corruption¡¯s internal network of branching feelers flexed and pierced his internal organs. Even with Tilly''s Mana-reinforced internal structures, the damage moved from dangerous, to severe, to catastrophic as he attempted to push through the last 50 feet to their goal. He felt Kindle''s consciousness blaze into his mind, taking in the damage he was experiencing along with its source, ¡®Do not die, Bonded! I am coming. I have just remembered something important!¡¯ Tilly sent back a vague assent as more and more of his will was demanded in the struggle to keep moving forward. Step after grinding step, he pushed, picking up the Internal Bleeding Debuff, and watching it slowly stack until Organ Failure joined it on his HUD. None of that mattered to Tilly... His mind''s eye was fixed on the fight going on just past the mountains. He would not waste their sacrifice! After an eternity of agony, he attempted to clear his blurry eyes of the film of tears that were free-flowing, seeing the Bloom just a few feet away. Massive Hemorrhaging appeared next to the other Debuffs, rounding out the trio. As soon as it locked into place, strength drained from his limbs like water from a tub, and he stumbled to the ground, struggling to breathe, his eyes still fixed on the Bloom, barely out of reach. His torso was a mess, abdominal muscles shredded in their attempt to contain the fury of the Corrupted tendrils. He tried and failed, to pull his legs under him, finding some essential connection missing... A wet gurgling gasp sounded next to him, reminding him that he was not alone in this agony. straining the mostly intact muscles of his neck, he looked up to see Amelia still stumbling forward, a grim scowl pulling down the corners of her mouth as her own invader attempted to keep them from their goal. ¡°Don¡¯t stop¡­ *Cough* One of us has to make it.¡± He wheezed through needle-filled lungs. The fire flowing through his mana pathways burned the Corruption, attempting to combat its furious attacks, but this only resulted in further internal damage to Tilly¡¯s ruined organs. He blinked as a blurry shadow passed him by, and felt something small and cold settle into his hands. He uncorked the object and lifted it to his lips, the motion more a memory than a conscious decision. He coughed wetly as it went down and his focus returned as he watched in some satisfaction a few moments later when Amelia fell to her knees and lifted her hand to touch the Flower. At that moment, as the unnatural healing rushed through his body attempting to combat the massive damage being leveraged against him, he thought of his ex-wife. Not the woman he had known near the end when their relationship had devolved into a bitter shriveled ghost of itself. No, watching Amelia fight tooth and nail to do what no one else could, reminded him of Laura at her best. Tough as old leather, yet relentless in their support of those in their care. The Flower''s music rose victoriously at her touch and Amelia sat there for a breath or two before the melody began to fade, whispering into silence. Then to his dismay, the Flower dissolved into motes of light. Tilly managed a grunt of shock as he watched the Facet disappear. In an almost comical mirror of this turn of events, the temporary spike in his Health ran out as the potion''s magic waned before the furious onslaught of his internal enemy. The fact that he had any Health left at all was truly a testament to the stubborn nature of his Endurance-infused body. Through the gut-wrenching pain, Tilly watched the motes of light dance through the air and swirl into a vortex that centered on Amelia¡¯s core. As the song faded in its entirety, the motes completely vanished into their chosen vessel. ''Ha!'' Tilly thought triumphantly, cracking a bloody smile at the sight. If that wasn''t a good sign, he didn''t know what was. Then a new sound arose, completely replacing the sweet music that only just faded. A multitude of screams tore through the air toward them. A brutally disfigured Prime Dirge appeared over the near horizon and crashed into the ground before Amelia, tearing a huge furrow in the previously vibrant carpet of grass and clover. ¡°What Have You Done!?!?¡± The cacophony of discordant voices screamed from hundreds of mouths all over the muscular grey and purple-skinned creature. Its fight with Thunder Descends had obviously not been one-sided, and the waxy, molted remains of severely burned skin covered its once sleek form. Yet, even wounded, its presence completely overwhelmed Tilly. The Prime Dirge struggled to its feet, looking around in momentary confusion, before centering its attention on Amelia and lifting its arm almost curiously. Tilly¡¯s health ticked down to 1% and he desperately activated [Resolute] as he fought against the mental weight that had settled down over him like cement. Darkness crept in on all sides, surrounding the scene of their failure like the curtain closing on the final act of a play. The Title kicked in, and all the damage he was receiving from his internal trauma ceased just as Kindle¡¯s burning presence entered his peripheries, high in the sky. ¡®Bonded, I need your Mana!¡¯ Kindle sent urgently as Tilly hovered dangerously close to the edge of death. The horrifying slurry that was now his internal organs had somehow been stabilized by [Resolute], muting the battle between his flame and the juvenile Seed of Corruption, yet it had all been for nothing. The Prime Dirge stood before them, gravely injured, but still far beyond their power to resist. Kindle¡¯s words stoked what little will Tilly had left, revealing a minute avenue of opposition, as a final desperate hope flickered back to life in Tilly¡¯s mind. A glowing sigil lit up on the back of his right hand and in it, Tilly could feel the straining need of his Bond. Tilly raged against the Aura that blanketed the area, pulling on his wild desperation to lift his arm and throw every bit of Mana he had into the link, launching it toward the phoenix. Far above them, Kindle wheeled into a dive, her distant speck bursting into a startling brightness.
Warning, Your Bond has activated the Sun¡¯s Final Descent. This has a 77% chance of severing your connection forever, do you accept?¡± Y/N
A scream seemed to scrape Amelia''s throat raw as its claws began to dig into her abdomen curiously, its voice mellowing into a warm chuckle, ¡°Ah, I see. You tucked it away. Unfortunately, dearest, flesh is something of a special-¡± Its words cut off as it whipped its head around in search of the sudden feeling of danger. Tilly slammed yes mentally and felt his Bond swell dangerously as it drew in all of his flame and demanded more. So even as he watched the horror unfolding before him, he shoved everything he had into the connection. His manic need to do something, his longing to live, even his overwhelming desire to be finally free of the Corruption that had poisoned almost every moment of his new life. All of it became fuel for the righteous sun of anger bearing down on them. The Prime Dirge narrowed his eyes and jerked his bloody hand away from Amelia''s torso, glaring up as it found the source of the impending attack. Kindle plummeted through the air like a shooting star, burning with azure intensity. His disdainful frown turned into a grimace as Kindle¡¯s burning redoubled into a burst of supernova-like blazing only a few feet from impact. Her fierce cry tore through the valley in defiant opposition. At that moment, having poured all of himself into the bond, Tilly understood Kindle''s nature. No Phoenix died of old age, they burned ever brighter until a suitable end was found, then they crashed against that end with the full explosive weight of their fire. [Resolute] snapped, withdrawing whatever system governed protection it had levied against Tilly¡¯s grievous injuries. His Health ticked down to zero, the final chime on an old clock, and his perspective careened downward as the final vestiges of strength left his body. The Prime Dirge tensed to dash away from the suddenly deadly attack, recognizing its end. ¡®Tilly! Do Not Give In!¡¯ Kindle screamed into his soul through their straining bond.If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. He fell face first, as thick roots surged up from the ground in front of him, snaring the Prime Dirge''s clawed feet as it attempted to push away from the impact site. There was no collision as he hit the ground. It was almost as if he kept falling, plunging ever deeper into an endless darkness... Behind him, worlds away, there was an earth-shattering roar, followed by a burning heat. That burning plunged deep into Tilly''s body, chasing his soul into its darkness and reaching across the seemingly endless divide to establish a tenuous but vibrant connection. ¡­ Amelia Cooper - Level 40 Botanist Surveyor A scream tore itself from her lips as the most terrifying being that she had ever seen casually reached into her flesh and began digging around. It was just on the verge of grasping the explosive energy that had hidden away in her core when its eyes narrowed and it pulled its hand free with a wet sucking sound. If Amelia had not been held fast by the overwhelming aura that poured off the injured Prime Dirge she would have collapsed in a boneless heap. The trauma of her badly damaged midsection being violated in such a way almost pushed her over the edge. But as the creature looked up, the disdain on its face morphing into something resembling fear, she felt the faintest glimmer of defiance shine out from her core connecting with the vibrant energy of the Facet and flooding her Pathways with power. Time slowed to a crawl as her senses expanded to an extraordinary degree and she began to absorb the Primal energy spinning in her center. An awful heat bloomed above her, and she found herself grinning as she vindictively channeled the torrent of energy into the ground below herself and the Dirge. The many rooting plants lying hidden underground instantaneously mutated into monstrously thick versions of themselves and shot out of the ground to tangle the horror¡¯s legs, even as it attempted to jump away and dodge whatever judgment had come to claim it. ¡®Oh no you don¡¯t. Whatever this is, it''s here for both of us.¡¯ She mentally exclaimed satisfaction washing through her battered soul as time shuddered back into motion and a white supernova crashed into the creature, vaporizing Amelia¡¯s world and incinerating the center of the valley. The blast washed over her, strangely pleasant to most of her senses. However, the area of her body that had been ravaged by Corruption sizzled as white-hot fingers of fire traced their way through the twisting paths of its infection, violently cleansing the area. Almost before the pain could register, the energy overflowing from her core rushed in to fill the space left by the burning furrows through her flesh. A furious itching filled the blackened voids and her body reknit itself in a spontaneous and incredible burst of regrowth. Her eyes popped open, finding her surroundings completely changed with ash falling all around them like a gentle snow. She urgently patted her body, surprised to see that even her clothes had gone unsinged, but as she lifted her shirt, the messy infected handprint that had covered over the site of her infection was completely gone. Instead, the area over her stomach showed only restored pink skin. She looked up in wonder, finding the Prime Dirge had been reduced to a ruined husk in the middle of the impact site. She almost spat on the thing in vindictive triumph before a thought struck her, shattering her moment of victory. Her eyes widened, and she urgently scanned the area, until she spotted him, lying face down under a pile of ash. ¡°Jonathan!¡± She shouted, rushing over and collapsing to her knees next to the body, grabbing his shoulder and hauling him over to lay on his back. His lifeless eyes stared blankly into the cloudy sky. ¡°No, no, no!¡± she sputtered in confusion. She lifted his jacket to find his own gristly scarring wide open and charred, revealing a large amount of gore and burnt tissue. The Corruption had been burned out of him too, but without the growth energy of the Bloom, he had nothing to save him. ¡°This can¡¯t be the end¡­You were so close!¡± she cried, refusing to believe her eyes. Her core was already full to bursting again, and she took all that energy and shoved it out through her hands into the ruined body before her. She was shocked to see the flesh start to regrow, as networks of fat, muscle, and skin were rewoven, pulling deeply on the seemingly endless energy of the Bloom. Hope burst through the dam of her denial and she eagerly watched his face for any flicker of movement. But even as his body regrew from its terrible wounds, his eyes remained empty. A gasping sob escaped her mouth as the reality of the situation hit her. The power of the Bloom continued to sing in her blood, flooding her pathways with possibility, but even with all of that, she could do nothing to reach wherever he had gone¡­ She gently took his hand, looking down sadly at his slack expression, almost peaceful in its emptiness. The tears came quietly after the first sob¡­ all of that and in the end, the voice had been right. She hadn¡¯t been enough. A strange itch started to tingle under her palm, as she took a final moment to mourn her friend. Then the sensation flared painfully, and she snatched her hand away, finding a glowing rune shining on the back of Jonathan''s hand. Belatedly, she realized that something had been pulling the Facet¡¯s energy through her hand. As soon as her strained mind caught up with what had just happened, she grabbed at the hand glowing with the strange rune. Again the Facet¡¯s power began to flow into the mark, completely outside of her control. Ignoring the pain that this was causing, she pushed more of the foreign power into the mark, which seemed to be able to drink in the energy like water on parched sand. The Pathways down her arms began to burn with the constant strain of handling such huge amounts of power, but she pushed on without hesitating, watching in morbid fascination as the distinct shiver of a heartbeat reverberated powerfully through the once-still body. ¡­ Jonathan Tillman, Level 23 Son of Flame Tilly had no idea what death would feel like, but he hadn¡¯t expected it to be so painful. None of his senses were functioning, and even his ability to think was gone. He had been reduced to a singular experience of suffering. Burning fingers reached deeply inside him, rooting out everything that didn''t belong and he lost himself to the agony of being cleansed. ¡­ Thump. Thump. Thump Thump Thump Tilly was yanked up from the dark, comforting embrace of unconsciousness and thrust back into the world of screaming sensations and harsh light. He moaned in pain as nerves were brutally reconnected and the essential pathways of life restored through his shattered body. A relieved sigh sounded somewhere nearby, ¡° -too stubborn to die¡­¡± With the voice came the faint tinkling of music keeping time with the heavy thumps of his beating heart. He blacked out moments after awakening, his mind completely overloaded by the cacophony of wild electrical signals flooding his recently silent brain. ¡­ Awareness flashed again briefly to the sensation of his feet dragging on the ground as the majority of his body lay on something pliable with two rigid poles compressing the sides of his shoulders. His body was still a ghastly mess, slowly... miraculously clawing its way back from ruin. Moments later, mercifully, darkness crashed down on him again. ¡­ Tilly jolted back into consciousness as his body hit the ground. ¡°You are every bit¡­ as heavy as you look,¡± Amelia declared above him between gasping breaths. Tilly groaned in response, a million pieces of information hitting him at once even as he lay face down in the rocky dirt. First and foremost the sensation of unspent Stat points hovered at the edge of his awareness, however, unlike other times when it had sat patiently like a paperweight in the back of his mind, the heaviness of the amount of stats that he had to allocate lodged itself in his psyche like a piece of Stonehenge. His eyes flicked open to the notification bell at the top of his HUD and another revelation struck him like a slap to the face. His Debuff line only held a single entry... Resurrection Sickness. Corruption¡¯s Influence was gone. It was gone. The thought attempted to register again and again in his mind, but just would not land. Despite his entire body feeling like a giant bruise, a distinct feeling of wholeness pervaded his physical form. It wasn¡¯t that he felt good. Actually, he felt like he had just been run over by a truck several times. Rather he felt singular. Like his body was wholly his again. It''s gone. Somewhere around the seventh or eighth try, it finally started to sink in, and up from the depths of his being came an overwhelming response; Joy. ¡°It''s gone.¡± He choked out through a parched throat. Those words, uttered from exhausted lips elicited a gasp from above him, and he felt long graceful fingers reach under one shoulder and roll him over onto his back. ¡°You''re awake,¡± exclaimed a beaming Amelia through continued gasps. She stood looking out over the bank of a small rocky stream near where they had arrived. ¡°Yeah¡­ But I need a moment if you don¡¯t mind.¡± Tilly whispered breathlessly, weighed down by an extraordinary exhaustion. She nodded, her skin around her eyes tight, betraying some lingering concern. ¡®Kindle?¡¯ He sent out. No answer. He tried to feel internally for the bond, and found it¡­ It was strained, but present. Yet as he reached through it to find his partner, the connection seemed to disappear into a void. Tilly considered lifting his jacket to see what had become of his side, but even thinking about the motion caused his bone-deep weariness to push him further into the ground. So instead he mentally pinged open the notification window and his vision was filled with a torrent of messages. B2 Ch. 54 Crashing to a Head Linus Level 66 Consul The last transition off had been rough. Despite what he had said to the young priestess, she had become invaluable to the system they had developed to endure the almost constant waves of enemies. Linus checked the gnomish device they had in the corner of the large healer''s tent and saw that she still had an hour left on her leave. Erash had done her best to heal the worst cases before they came down, but they were losing too many in the wait to be seen by the few acolytes. The non-combatants'' growth had been shocking in the last couple of days, but nowhere near enough to keep up with the strain of the constant inflow of near-dead and injured. The exhausted supply of health potions had made a difference, but they were gone. Erash had blessed everything the fletchers and smiths had sent a few hours ago, but those supplies had run out as well. Linus thought about going up to check on her again, and while the tempestuous High Priestess was hard to read, the last time he had seen her, Linus would have bet that she was about to collapse. They all were. None of the leadership had slept and they were all showing it. They had used every trick in the book to keep the soldiers as fresh as possible, but the wear of the battle showed deeply on everyone¡¯s face¡­ Well, besides Hiro. The Samurai Guardian had stayed near Erash¡¯s side, making sure she only spent mana on healing or essential counters to certain enemy pushes, and seemed unaffected by the days he had spent on his feet, guarding their most precious resource. ¡°Watchman,¡± Linus called to a passing soldier who looked every bit as haggard as he felt. The Satyr was joining a century about to head back into the city for a few hours'' rest. ¡°Consul!¡± he turned and saluted, ¡°When you get back to the camp, I need you to find the Priestess and send her back here.¡± The soldier nodded sharply and then jogged off to join his century. They were down to twenty-four units¡­ Yet every surviving man and woman had seen an increase of at least twenty levels in the last days¡­ He once again winced at the lost opportunity. If they had true military classes and Unit Magics they could have benefited so much more, but as things stood, they where holding on. When Aurelia returned, he just needed to find a way to get Erash a rotation off the wall and maybe, just maybe they could hold another day. ¡°BWWWWAAAAAAHHHH¡± A distant horn sounded. A million things shot through the Consul''s mind as he dashed from the tent and up the main stairs. Stalling tactics shattered in his mind as his day''s long suspicion was finally confirmed. These tactics of attrition had grated on him. Not because they weren¡¯t valid, but because they seemed to be completely in contrast with the nature of their enemies. His commander¡¯s instinct had itched in anticipation of the whole balance crashing down and the enemy throwing forward all of its reserves at once. Whatever reason held the main body of the Horde back, it could not last. He had known this as sure as the setting of the sun. So he had done his best to balance the scales for this moment, holding what little they could in reserve, preparing for this moment. ¡°Bastions! With me! Marcellus, get your ass on this wall, and fill out the first Rank!¡± Linus shouted down at the unofficial Bastion transition area near the stairs, where the surly veterans had waited days to face the enemy as a unit. They had all gained many levels on the wall leading their respective centuries¡­ but there was not a man among them that didn¡¯t long to show the enemy the true strength of the Line. Linus kept up his shouting even as he topped the wall, ¡°I want three more centuries up here! Form Second, Third, and Fourth Ranks behind the Bastion line. I want two more units in reserve on the stairs! The rest of you, form behind the wall! We are all in the fight now!¡± He declared as men and women started to rush in different directions at his commands. He found Erash leaning heavily on her staff muttering an incantation as he approached. She finished and gestured forward tiredly, forming a circle of glowing runes that magnified the enemy forces enough to see clearly. ¡°Is it wise to use this again?¡± Hiro asked at her side, his ear twitching as the distant horn sounded again. ¡°I don¡¯t think many of them are looking our way at this moment.¡± She replied tiredly, as she used the divination spell to scan the horizon until it hit on a distant glint. Night had fallen hours ago and you could barely see the Horde in the dark, but something about the spell also made its targets plainly visible. There, moving forward at a trot building into a canter was a line of Heavy Calvary. As Linus watched, the spell began to populate classes and levels. The first rank all had the class, Knight of the Sanguine Order, their average levels looking to be in the upper seventies¡­ But more importantly, they looked to be charging directly at the Horde''s rear. As soon as he saw this, a fierce smile cut Linus''s face. This was somehow tied to the human''s actions... he could feel it. They stood little chance of surviving the night, but at least now there was a chance. Erash quickly panned back to the enemy mass and found disarray and infighting had begun amongst the chaotic groups that formed the enemy force. The monsters'' mysterious discipline was gone and Linus¡¯s hope flared further. Then a fierce barking call resounded through the milling chaos, echoing so powerfully that even Linus felt the pull of some of its magic. In response, the entire Horde split to meet their opponents on both fronts. Their heavy units moved into a counter-charge against the Knights, followed by thousands of support. The rest of the main body began to amble in a charge directly at the wall. Erash pulled back the scope of the magnification to sweep the entire mass. Linus wasn¡¯t sure of the count, but his gut told him there must still be ten to fifteen thousand coming in the charge against the wall. The average Flame¡¯s Watch level was now in the forties¡­ But it wouldn¡¯t be enough to face what would likely be at least a thousand of the enemy¡¯s elites at once. The mass movement built into a frenzied charge as the enemy army committed itself in its entirety to the attack. This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. ¡°BASTIONS!¡± Came a booming shout to the right of the lens Erash had created. Linus couldn¡¯t keep the death¡¯s head grin from forming on his face as he looked over to see the last of his old unit filing into the first rank of defenders on the wall, with Threstus at their center. The waiting was over, it was good to finally, honestly lay all the cards on the table. ¡°Vacation¡¯s over!!¡± The new Commander shouted theatrically up and down the formation. ¡°It''s time to show these dogs what it means to HOLD THE LINE!¡± As one, the empire¡¯s finest soldiers slammed down their shields on the edge of the wall, and began to emit the familiar glow of their unit magic. ¡°SHIELDS UP! Let our enemy come and crash against us! DON¡¯T GIVE AN INCH!¡± The familiar notifications washed over him as Linus¡¯s soul brimmed with nostalgia and not a small amount of pride. The centuries that filled in behind the first Rank, however, had never seen the unit in action. They only knew these men as commanders, a role his men had chafed under just as much as he had. The effect of the magic taking hold was unmistakable. The shuffling stopped, murmuring quieted, and the top of the wall became unnaturally still, facing the sea of approaching enemies unmoved. Spears bristled over the heads of the first rank, who stood with stoic, almost bored expressions. These were soldiers who had elevated indifference in the face of death to an art form. Linus would know¡­ He had trained almost all of them himself. He didn¡¯t know what that Calvary was capable of, or if the status of the quest was even close to being complete. But none of that mattered¡­ They would hold... as long as it took. ¡­ Cog, Level 0 Gnomish Child A little sigh of relief escaped his mouth as Cog considered their closing window of opportunity. They wouldn''t even have a chance if those overbearing treehuggers hadn¡¯t been so busy constantly checking the plant barrier for bad guys trying to sneak in. The two oldies seemed to have eyes in the backs of their heads. But even with them busy, no one was just leaving them to their own business. No matter how many times Cog snuck into the Alchemist¡¯s burgeoning workshop, someone would always come for him before nightfall to collect him back to the ¡°safety¡± of the oldies house near the forest. Well away from the city, the refugee camp, and the wall. Away from anything that mattered. ¡°Mrs. Amelia asked us to watch you! You need to be grateful and mind her wishes.¡± ¡°Running messages is plenty important! Do what you can now, and soon enough you will be able to help in other ways!¡± The adults kept repeating these stupid sayings over and over. The original fifty that had hung around Mrs. Cooper¡¯s shop may not have been adults, but they sure as Pits weren¡¯t kids. To make matters worse, the youngest of their number had snuck off and somehow become full-grown, with a Class and everything! It wasn¡¯t fair, and no matter how many times he asked about it, they just kept stonewalling him. He was sick of it. ¡®Everyone else gets to fight! It''s not like keeping us penned up at night will save us if they get through¡­¡¯ These and other more intrusive thoughts had made Cog what the adults called, ¡°surly¡±. Well, they could think what they wanted¡­ He and the rest of the originals were going to find out just how Aurelia had done it, and to do that, they needed to make it to the temple without any more of the adult¡¯s meddling. So they had hatched a plan. Earlier that day, Cog had run messages with the rest of them, getting away as soon as possible to the Alchemist workshop. He liked the three haggard crafters who seemed to do little besides work and sleep. As long as he wasn¡¯t in the way, they treated him like another of the assistants hoping to unlock the class and never mentioned his age, or lack of Class. He spent the last few hours till evening crushing leaves into powder in bulk, running out to get more wood for the cauldron fire¡­ whatever they needed, but all the while, he kept an eye out for a few of the more ¡°useful¡± ingredients. He didn¡¯t feel that bad about pocketing a few things, they weren¡¯t that valuable and probably could be counted as payment for all his hard work anyway. But just as the sky started to change hues, he snuck around the back of the workshop, and started rolling zip rocks in along with spark leaves, twisting the edges of the water-tight packet just like his favorite uncle had taught him¡­ ¡°Cog! What have you got there?¡± One of the Farm hands said, coming up on his not-so-hidden spot and trying to catch a glimpse of what was in his hands. Cog slipped the packet into his pockets, not bothering to hide the guilty look on his face. ¡°They gave me some sweets for the rest of the kids¡­ I just wanted to try one!¡± He wheedled. The farmhand''s eyes softened and a knowing smile quirked the edge of her mouth, ¡°Oh, alright. I won¡¯t tell then. But it is time to come along.¡± ¡®Idiots.¡¯ Cog thought, disgusted at how quickly she bought that load of Auroch crap. ¡­ ¡°Everybody ready?¡± He whispered into the large room where they usually bedded down for the night. Mila sat straight up, throwing off covers and showing her fully clothed form, her horns glinting in the moonlight. If he was the brains of the outfit, she was the brawn. ¡°Yeah, we are all ready to go. You got the goods?¡± She whispered back. Cog nodded slowly in response, his teeth glinting in sharp anticipation. ¡°What''s the status on Flavian¡± She turned and whispered to the little form at the door. ¡°He¡¯s out!¡± ¡°Alright, let''s move. And for Pit¡¯s sake, everyone keep quiet!¡± Cog followed up, barely keeping his voice down himself in his excitement. The whole group filed out into the short hall, past Flavian, the farm hand who had watch duty tonight. He liked to sit for the first part of his watch, and would almost always be asleep by the time his shift was up. They eased through the doorway, past the farmhand house that the rest of the workers slept in. Both George and Edna had been called away almost every night as stray bad guys pressed the barriers at different points near the wall. If they were ever going to make it to the temple, tonight was their night. The moon shone brightly as they moved through the quiet fields, staying as close to the river as possible. This was the trickiest part of their plan. The newly built stone bridge was guarded, and not an option¡­ But the old ice bridge had held up surprisingly well, showing as a sparkling ruin just above the water upstream from the bridge. It was almost completely gone, but it could still be crossed if they were careful¡­ and small. Mila had perfected this over the last few days, and she helped each of their group over the uneven mostly melted structure. Once they were all over to the other shore and quite a bit wetter, they followed the river bank until it met the base of the mountain. It would take about an hour or two to climb in the dark, but they would be halfway up before the next farm hand woke up Flavian at midnight and found the ¡®Originals¡± missing. Too late to stop them. B2 Ch. 55 Bring Back Vine Jonathan Tillman Level 35 Son of Flame The scroll of notifications zipped by him at an enormous speed, and his mind quailed at the thought of pulling out the pertinent information while his friends were dying on the battlefield. But he refused to rush on and leave resources on the table that he could use to help their cause. So he settled for a quick and dirty review of the high points. In a flash of inspiration, he mentally instituted a filter that combined all of his level-up notifications into one line, and after another moment¡¯s thought, he got rid of all the notifications concerning Experience. Instead, he asked the system to display his percentage of EXP gained until the next level, saving him a headache as those numbers grew exponentially. The changes took place immediately, the math being nothing to whatever OS governed the UI backend of his screens. The notifications Brrrr-ed together and left him with a final result.
Congratulations! You have leveled up to Level 35! You have earned 24 points in Endurance and 12 points in Dexterity. You now have 60 unused stat points to allocate.
Tilly hurriedly pulled up his stat spread and did some math to make sure he kept [Resolute.] He added to his stats as evenly as possible, shoring up some weaknesses while keeping the insane imbalance he had committed to.
Stats: Constitution: 23 > 29 Endurance: 145 (159.5) > 165 Dexterity: 52 (57.2) Strength: 13 > 23 Wisdom: 28 > 34 Intelligence: 16 > 25
Despite the injuries and Debuff, the stat distribution made an immediate difference. As they hit, energy rushed through his body, easing strain, and strengthening muscles and ligaments. Tilly groaned as he sat up, and looked over to see Amelia catching her breath, lost in concentration. Concentric circles of plant growth flowed out from her body rhythmically in time with her breathing. ¡°Are you doing that on purpose?¡± Tilly asked, turning to look the way they had come and seeing their path marked by a verdant streak of wild growth through the forest. ¡°I am afraid not¡­ My Pathways are overflowing with the Facet¡¯s energy. Even in its dormant state, it is constantly pushing my Mana past 100%.¡± She said screwing her eyes shut as a particularly large burst of greenery surged out around her and washed the area in a riot of spontaneous growth. Taking that as one more sign that he needed to hurry the hell up, he zipped through the rest of the notifications. Rapidly taking in just how many multipliers were involved in Kindle¡¯s last strike. [Divine Wind] and [Origin¡¯s Champion] had affected her final attack and he smiled in pride at how fiercely she had struck down the Prime Dirge¡­ Then his smile turned back downward as he reflexively reached along their bond and found nothing. He quickly shoved that worry down, promising himself he would return to it as soon as this was all done. Finally, he found the end of his notification scroll and caught sight of two new Titles.
Congratulations! You have died and been reborn due to the intervention of a Facet of Origin connected to growth and rebirth. You have been awarded the title [Verdant Rebirth]. [Verdant Rebirth]: Power from one of the Land¡¯s key nexus points was used to restart your nonfunctioning heart and regrow essential bodily functions damaged in your cleansing. This has fundamentally marked you. You are now a part of the Land¡¯s deeper tapestry and will be recognized as such by its fellow denizens. Congratulations! You have struck down an enemy over 5 times your level, emptying yourself of all internal resources to do so. You have been awarded the title [All or nothing]. [All or Nothing]: Once a day, you may choose to channel all of your Mana into a single Ability. This Title is limited by Intelligence.
After that last notification, Tilly glanced up at the other side of his HUD hopefully, before sighing in disappointment and stumbling to his feet, his body screaming in protest to match the readout at the top of his HUD. Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! Health: 38% Mana: 22% The first Title was another nebulous one like [Scarred Heart]; he wouldn¡¯t be able to measure its effect, but judging by the events that had just unfolded he was sure his most mysterious Title must have been operating on an unseen level. He took another moment to collect himself and stumbled forward to the edge of the stream. Amelia looked over at him inquiringly, and he just smiled, completely unaware of the dirt and blood that was caked all over his face. ¡°I''m good¡­ Let¡¯s do this. Elder River, we are ready!¡± Tilly called, Amelia shuffled beside him, now clutching at her midriff and attempting to school her breathing. He was about to call again, when the water began to froth, and a very different being stepped forth from its depths. Where Elder River¡¯s features had been marked by a neatly defined beard and balanced symmetrical features, the thing that stepped out to the water was distinctly more chaotic in its visage. It still resembled a large man, covered in scales, but it had wild spray dancing around its head as hair and churning waters flowed down from its chin. Its back was stooped and its eyes were different hues of blue and green. ¡°It would be my pleasure to carry you¡­ Cousin?¡± he said, looking at Tilly curiously, as if trying to identify an interesting bug, ¡°And you as well, blessed one.¡± He said turning to Amelia. Before Tilly could utter a hesitant thank you, the thing struck like a snake, elongating its arms and yanking them into itself. Tilly didn''t even have time to scream, as a thunderous churn of water pressed in on him from every side and caused his body to flip end over end. Water invaded his mouth and he barely kept himself from gasping in surprise as his lungs immediately began to spasm in response to the tumultuous experience. Then as quickly as it had begun, he felt the distinct impression of being shoved from behind, and his body violently broke the surface of the water, arcing through the air, and landing with a thud on the river bank. Gasping for air in-between coughs Tilly looked back at the waters that had just spat them out and saw the crazy being''s head just above the water leering at him. As soon as it noticed Tilly''s gaze, it winked and sunk back down into the river. Then Tilly noticed the new growth bursting forth on the shore of the river. He looked over at Amelia in growing concern. Her breathing was labored, and her eyes were screwed shut in concentration. Tilly spotted small flowering vines poking out from the sleeves and collar of her coat. ¡°How much longer can you carry it?¡± He asked, his voice tightening. ¡°I don¡¯t know, but the music is deafening, I can barely think.¡± She replied in a murmur. Tilly hauled himself to his feet and moved over to help Amelia, taking in the mayhem playing out on the plains before them. The once-focused might of the Horde was now scattered over miles, consuming itself. Everywhere he looked, Tilly could see creature fighting creature in a frenzy of gore and animalistic fury. Ahead of them, fighting in a shambling retreat were their allies. Tilly pulled Amelia''s arm over his shoulder and started to shuffle forward, partially supporting her, and partially leaning into her for balance, as his own body slowly recovered from its greatest trauma yet. Franklin voiced a distant exclamation upon spotting the pair but his words were lost in the tumult of battle. The chaos had not yet made it to the river, but Franklin''s group continued to gain the attention of a steady flow of enemies looking for something to consume. Tilly drew one hatchet as he and Amelia neared the edge of the conflict, and the ragged formation of his friends continued to retreat toward the river. A deep bestial roar drew his attention to the front line of their formation and he was surprised to see a giant, gore-soaked polar bear. It was covered in gashes and lacerations bleeding a glowing blue substance, yet its ferocity seemed undiminished. A smile cracked Tilly¡¯s concerned visage as he realized that Elder River had not skimped on his reward to Franklin. The honu himself seemed more or less uninjured and was helping along an uncharacteristically drunk-looking Ichiro, with blood running down from his eyes like tears. Hilbert shuffled behind them, clutching a broken arm, with the left side of his robes stained sopping red. Gorock held the left side of their formation and was an absolute mess of wounds. While he didn¡¯t seem to be slowed by any of them, blood puddled on the ground every time he stopped moving to block a strike with his shield or ward back an attacker with a sweep of his spear. Sir Michael held the other flank, his shield bucked into a misshapen concave bowl, and his enchanted armor covered in dents. None of the group was missing and for that Tilly was thankful as he hobbled to meet them, trying to stay ahead of the threat of being surrounded by a growing tide of enraged enemies. Both groups would have been overwhelmed in seconds if not for the fact that most of the Horde were busy fighting itself, having broken into thousands of small conflicts of dominance. ¡°It is good to see you, my friends!¡± Franklin exclaimed tiredly, as they neared enough to be heard. ¡°Did you do it? Do we have the Facet¡¯s Patronage?¡± Tilly winced, and Amelia answered in a tense voice, ¡°Not yet, we have to deliver it to the Temple. Uugghhh¡± She followed her answer with a groan and Tilly felt power rush out of her and into the ground as a wave of explosive growth shot out in all directions. The growth hit the other group and they momentarily stumbled over the now waist-high wild grasses, flowering with exuberant blooms. They soldiered on through it and finally met about a hundred yards from the river. Franklin disentangled himself from Ichiro and produced the glowing conch shell, beginning to whisper over it. Amelia likewise pulled away from Tilly and eyed the surrounding enemies threatening to press in on their group. She arduously produced her staff from one of her pockets and called, ¡°Everyone, try not to move!¡± Before whipping her other hand from another pocket and throwing vine cuttings out into the crowd of enemies. She followed up the movement with a thump of her staff into the grass, and green light exploded from the crystal on its tip. The vine cuttings she scattered around their group shot into the ground, and emerged again with ropy, thorn-covered thickness, entangling the closest enemies and continuing to grow so fast that they combined to form a macabre wall of thorn-pierced enemies. The thicket continued to grow, becoming more dense at the formation¡¯s perimeter, and fanning out deep into the milling chaos that was now the Horde. The rest of the group looked over at Amelia in awe. Strangely enough, her face relaxed into relief as a fierce green light continued to shine from her staff, ¡°I am carrying the Flower within me now¡­ the power is overwhelming, to say the least.¡± She explained. Tilly¡¯s smile at her relief soured quickly as he noticed the growths emerging from under her jacket had continued. Now the vines creeping up her neckline had mingled in with her hair, dotting her dark brown locks with blooming flowers. ¡°It is ready,¡± Franklin added, lifting the conch, which was now vibrating with potential energy. ¡°Do it,¡± Tilly responded urgently, unable to take his eyes off the vines that seemed to be growing out from her body. Franklin threw down the shell and it shattered. The reaction was far greater than Tilly had anticipated from contact with grassy soil, the enchanted object seeming to be much more fragile than its natural counterpart. The glowing script that had covered it, however, did not break along with the shell, in fact, it hung in place above the break, beginning to whirl and expand, now free to accomplish its purpose. ¡°Hold on!¡± Franklin called as the entire group was drowned in deep, blue light. B2 Ch. 56 Running up that Mountain Jonathan Tillman Level 35 Son of Flame A wave of azure energy swept them up and slammed them down. Except as they hit the ground, it shifted from rusty grass to stone. The bottom of Tilly¡¯s moccasins landed easily on the hard surface and he opened his eyes to find himself once again in the old village square. A shout of surprise, followed by a gasp of disbelief greeted them as Tilly spun around to take in the state of his Faction¡¯s city. His ragged allies joined him, scanning their surroundings with weapons drawn. Looks of relief softened harsh lines of concern, and they found the city intact and undamaged. One of two honu Elders rushed forward, having waited to meet them. ¡°Thank Origin¡­ we felt the spell activate¡­ I got here in time!¡± She exclaimed. At the look in her shining eyes and the familiar visage of what had once been a simple village square, Tilly could not hold back a tide of comfort that rolled over his battered psyche. After such a harrowing journey of completely new environments, returning to something vaguely familiar lifted a weight off his shoulders. Unlike the Twilight Lands, the moon hung in the sky in full view and Tilly relished in the scene of the moonwashed city as they all got their bearings. The faint sounds of battle reached his ears as his mind fully adjusted to his new environment. ¡°Are you well¡­ Did you complete the Quest?¡± She asked, her voice quieting slightly as she belatedly took in the sight of the Polarbear covered in gore. ¡°We are close, Mother, but some of our number must be delivered to the Temple,¡± Franklin answered for the group. Tilly looked over to check on Amelia and found her on her knees, dazed. He quickly got an arm under her shoulders and hauled her to her feet as she struggled to adjust. The honu Elder nodded at Franklin¡¯s answer, and waved her staff topped with a sextant over them, washing them in a cool magic, ¡°This is a small¡­ blessing¡­ One that should¡­ Help you find speed along your path.¡± ¡°What is the situation at the wall?¡± Ichiro asked in a slurred voice, rivulets of blood still leaking from his eyes. ¡°The enemy¡­ has launched its¡­ full force against us¡­ We are holding¡­ But barely.¡± Tilly looked up from Amelia to the others, ¡°I think I need to be the one to take Amelia to the temple. Are you all able to fight?¡± The others nodded, Gorock even smiling at the question as he swayed unsteadily on his feet. ¡°We are at your disposal until this is done,¡± Hilbert answered with a tired conviction, shaking out his recently broken arm. He took a deep pull from his flask and Sir Michael took the opportunity to use his injector. Tilly smiled grimly at them, ¡°Good. See you on the other side.¡± Then he slung Amelia''s arm over his shoulder and started to hobble away as briskly as he could manage. If time was as short as he believed, he didn¡¯t have another moment to waste. She leaned heavily on him, dragging her staff behind her. Wild growth followed its path over the hard-packed dirt, marking Tilly''s line through the expanded square. The others, moved off in the opposite direction, transitioning into a steady jog toward the wall and the battle that waited there. ¡­ Marcellus, the Elder Level 56 Corrupted Aristocrat. It had been simple to grab the Priestess brat as she slept, gagging her and removing any chance of her activating one of those disgusting Abilities. Then things had become complicated. He had gathered a pitiful fifteen men in his time in this wretched camp, encouraging the small amounts of Corruption he had found in each of them to grow, making them more malleable to his will until they were little more than puppets. At that time he had received instructions, learning of the critical weakness of the power exalting itself in the Temple. The Gift inside him squirmed in response to the thought and he looked back in frustration at the men tasked with moving the girl. She had been wrapped in cloth and thrown in with supplies on a hand cart. One with a ghastly rusting wheel hub that was distracting. As annoying as it was, the noise drew the attention of anyone they passed to the wheel of the cart, and away from any pitiful mewling that emerged from under the piles of fake supplies. This had worked like a charm as they passed through the camp and to the base of the mountain. The idiot pulling the cart, however, looked like he was going to be sick, and moved at an increasingly slow pace. ¡°What are you doing!?¡± Marcellus the Elder whispered fiercely, dropping back to berate the bumbling fool. The closer he got to the cart, the more his insides clenched in discomfort. ¡°Sir¡­ It''s the girl.¡± The supposedly strong portly man in a butcher''s smock whined pitifully. ¡°Being near her hurts something dreadful.¡± Marcellus the Elder screwed up his face in disgust, making sure to show none of his own discomfort, ¡°You have a simple task, with an extraordinary reward, but it is plain to me that you are too weak to achieve it... You can and will be replaced.¡± He threatened with all of his menace, even allowing his hood to fall back slightly and show some of his glorious new form.The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. The man flinched back, moaning in terror, ¡°I¡¯ll do it. Please, just let me change out with one of the others when we meet up.¡± Marcellus the Elder scowled as he pulled his hood back into place with some of his new appendages, ¡°You will do as I command, or you will die. Now stop squealing like a pig and pick up the pace!¡± ¡­ Even with his motivating presence, the trip took twice as long as it should have. Instead of arriving with plenty of time to set up the space for their meeting with the Bureaucrat, they arrived at the chosen spot barely ahead of him. The rest of his men had arrived in twos and threes over the last hour, with the exception of those whom he had shadowing their target. He had been forced to switch out the ones pulling the cart multiple times, as their complaining grew to unbearable levels. Marcellus looked forward to killing all of these imbeciles. ¡°Hurry up you fools! It is almost time!¡± He spat out in annoyance, having to force himself to keep from shouting. They had set up at a flatter portion of the trail, with lots of low bushes, covered in little blue berries. The path here ran parallel with a creekbed giving his men ample places to hide for the initial part of the meeting. The cart rolled into place blocking the path just ahead of him and the one pulling it immediately edged away. Marcellus fought to not do the same as proximity to the girl turned his stomach. ¡°You and you, stay in plain sight. The rest of you, conceal yourselves just like we discussed!¡± he commanded gesturing to his two most intimidating flunkies to flank the cart and their cargo. Just as they hid, a skinny one-armed Satyr raced up the path, the gaps in his teeth visible in the moonlight as he pulled to a stop huffing before Marcellus. ¡°Out with it!¡± Marcellus growled. ¡°Two with him, and two hidden following behind.¡± The man gasped, face screwing up as proximity to the girl washed over him. ¡°Gods¡­ what is that?¡± he moaned, the flushed color of his face draining to something pale and sickly. ¡°Do the ones I sent to follow know what to do?¡± Marcellus asked, absolutely disgusted by the weakness on display before him. The man hesitated to answer, looking like he was about to vomit. This ratcheted Marcellus¡¯s fury to a new level, and before he even consciously considered his actions, part of his new form had whipped out from behind his layers of robes and wrapped around the insect¡¯s neck. Snap He could not stand incompetence. The men behind him flinched at the display of power and a rich syrupy feeling of pleasure rose up from his center. This was true strength! They would see¡­ They would all see. Then, the thing that used to be Marcellus the Elder casually launched the corpse into the woods, keeping his hands comfortably at his sides. Cog, Level 0 Gnomish Child Things had gone so well until they started climbing the mountain. Before they had even hit the halfway point, someone had come behind them huffing loudly. ¡°Get off the path!¡± He whispered desperately down the line, and the small figures vanished into the forest on either side of the trail. Everyone disappeared without a sound. He would like to see that the adults thought of that¡­ No one in the originals had arrived at the old empire¡¯s capital on vacation, and every one of them knew what was at stake when the call came to hide. Cog ducked around a tree, hunching his already small form, and Milas slid into a dip nearby going completely still in the deep shadows cast by the canopy. The moon was full, and no clouds hung in the sky, but that did not mean it was bright in the forest. Soon enough a one-armed satyr that Cog did not recognize jogged past, clearly struggling to make it up the mountain. He moved through their position none the wiser, and Cog slowly shifted to find Milas''s eyes shining in deep shadow. She raised her thick brow in a silent question, and he answered with a shrug. They both knew enough to wait until they could no longer hear him to slowly approach each other, waving the others they could see to remain in place while they figured out what to do next. ¡°Who was that and what is he doing heading toward the Temple?¡± she asked. ¡°Pits if I know. But, he sure as the Six Princes wasn¡¯t one of the Watch.¡± ¡°What shou-¡± Something crashed in the forest up ahead, and both of the young conspirators shot uncertain looks up the path. Then before they could discuss what was happening another nasally voice sounded, moving up the path. ¡°Did you hear that Aticus? Whoever they are, these men must be buffoons. Keep your weapons at the ready! I have no patience for fools.¡± The voice complained moving up the path at a steady pace. Milas sunk down and Cog knelt back at the base of the tree, hoping to catch a glimpse of the new group moving up the mountain. The sound of constant murmured grumbling approached, interspersed with the heavy hoof clops of armed Satyrs. Suddenly the man stopped right as he was passing Cog¡¯s positions and turned. Cog''s silent breathing hitched in his throat at the unprompted stop. Turning to look past the two Watchmen, he spoke in a steady, but carrying voice. ¡°Make sure to stay out of sight until I call for you, and for Gods¡¯ sake, keep quiet, we are almost there.¡± He spoke, addressing two shadowing figures farther back that Cog only now noticed due to the direct address of the Satyr in charge. ¡®Wait, I know this guy. He¡¯s the one with the funny name in charge of the camp¡­ What in the Deep Pits is going on here?¡± The Satyr in question smartly turned on his heel and continued up the mountain, his two guards making sure to make what Cog now saw was an obvious amount of noise. Once they were out of sight, along with the two other Watchmen with cloth stuffed into their armor, Cog almost stood back up, but Milas¡¯ heavy hand snaked around his ankle and squeezed desperately. Cog froze in response, prey instinct taking over as he heard a faint rustle of leaves from the path. He slowly moved his eyes to the young minoutauress and saw her nostrils flaring, as her dim eyes flitted up and down the path. He followed her gaze and spotted two more figures, covered in rags and dirt, bloodshot eyes shining in the dark. They crept up the path, following after the strange procession. Both held naked blades in their hands and their intentions were broadcast clearly by their almost silent movements and expressions of hungry anticipation. Finally, they passed, and Cog hurried over to Milas''s position, whispering desperately, ¡°I don''t know what is happening, but it can¡¯t be good, we can¡¯t bring the rest any further.¡± She nodded at him seriously and then crawled over to the next original¡¯s position, ¡°Plan¡¯s changed, stay here, Cog and Me will check ahead. Pass it along.¡± She turned to him, determination shining in her eyes, as gentle whispers continued down the line of hidden orphans. ¡°We gotta do something.¡± She declared softly in the shadowy light of the moon. ¡°Yeah.¡± Cog said, fingering his emergency plan in his pockets, ¡°We do.¡± B2 Ch. 57 Taken Aurelia Level 28 Priestess of Origin¡¯s Flame It seemed impossible to take a full breath under the pile of dirty fabrics they had tossed on top of her tying her up. All she could do was squirm uselessly, furious at herself for being used in this way. Her gag was so tight that every time she tried to open her mouth to scream, it seemed like more of it was pushed into her mouth. Tears leaked from her eyes as she moaned again and again trying to call for help without throwing up. Meanwhile, the constant whining grind of the wheel near her head drowned out her ability to hear anything outside of her own personal Pit of torture. After what felt like hours of bumping along an uneven path, they finally came to a stop. The indistinct mutterings clarified into garbled words as the grinding wheel hub ceased and she heard a cruel voice begin issuing commands. Wherever she was, her captors were no longer concerned about being discovered. A crash sounded off to the side of the cart and then silence reined amongst her kidnappers lasting the space of a few dozen shallow breaths through her nose. The smell of the used fabric scraps and her own sweat mingled in her nostrils as she fought to push down the rising panic that battered against the doors of her self-control. In desperation, she again reached within and attempted one of the meditation techniques Erash had taught her. The movement and whining of the wheel hub had been too distracting before, but now that they had stopped, she tried again. Without her voice, she couldn''t activate any of her Class Abilities but at this point, that didn''t matter. She needed something, anything, to distract from the indistinct voices outside of her prison deciding her fate. Breathing as deeply as she could through her nose, she dived into her center, focusing on the small flame there and somehow managing to shove her panic into its burning heart. Fear and impotent fury drained away with every shallow breath, and soon, she had moved from being overwhelmed to regaining some control of her thoughts. The cruel voice started up again, this time answered by a nasally one. The words were just beyond her ability to make out under all the layers of intervening material, so she kept focusing on feeding her flame, fighting to be ready for anything. They needed her for something or else they would have already killed her. She refused to be a tool in the enemy''s hands, and if they made the mistake of giving her a chance to fight... she would, even if they killed her. Breath by breath, she continued to shove her panic into the flame. The mana-generating connection at her core grew hotter and hotter as it slowly integrated with her soul on a deeper level under the pressures of her circumstances. She did not know what it was accomplishing, but any progress was better than just lying there helpless. Shortly after the voices began speaking, the materials above her were pulled away, revealing a leering dirty face. The leer became a choking gag as the man yanked her into a sitting position, loosening the cloth that had bound her, but keeping her gag intact. She was yanked to her feet, out of the cart and a knife was shoved up under her throat, carelessly nicking her skin. She felt a dribble of blood trickle down her neck, joining the cold sweat that already covered her body. Finally out of the cart, her attention was quickly drawn to the others crowding the small forest path. There was a man in crumpled official''s garb, flanked by two Watchmen. His face screwed up in outrage at the sight of her, and hope bloomed in her chest. ¡°What is this? She is barely more than a child!¡± The official snarled. The guards on either side of him drew their weapons. ¡°Now, now.¡± The cold voice demured to her right. She slowly shifted her gaze over to him, trying to not disturb the knife at her throat, and saw a figure draped in many layers of grimy, dark cloth. ¡°Do not be so hasty to dismiss your salvation. Sometimes, to protect one''s people, a leader must do distasteful things¡­ You have been lied to and used, just like the people you serve.¡± The voice answered smoothly. An incredible feeling of foreboding radiated off of his figure. Aurelia had to suppress a shiver at its proximity. The knife at her throat wiggled painfully as its holder suddenly wretched, vomiting to the side behind her. ¡°Distasteful!? This is the path forward you spoke of? This is nothing! Now let her go or I will be f-forced to take d-drastic action.¡± The official whined, his voice quavering. The robed figure chuckled and gestured. At the signal, men stood up from the surrounding forest, all clutching weapons, ¡°Perhaps the presence of your men has emboldened you irrationally¡­ let me help you with that.¡± Barely contained panic shattered what little confidence the official had and his voice cracked as he screamed, ¡°Now!¡± desperately looking back the way he had come. A flurry of motion rocked the night as weapons clashed and grunts of effort erupted around Aurelia. She tried not to flinch as the Watchmen were both overwhelmed and summarily executed, taking down several of her captors in the process. The official backed away from the melee, shooting looks desperately behind him all the while, but out of the shadows, two more thugs emerged, wielding knives already dripping with blood. ¡°Let me ask you again." The robed man''s voice cut through the melee, "Will you do what is necessary to ensure the survival of your people? One death will prevent tens of thousands. Be a man and do what you must to save your constituents!¡± He challenged. The official swallowed, looking at Aurelia again, weighing his options. Hope died in her chest as the flame struggled to hold back the tide of despair that threatened to drown her. The sight of her would-be rescuers cut down in moments, cut her to her core, and a pang of deep guilt began to build even as she watched the man in front of her struggle to come to a decision. He licked his lips, eyes darting between her gagged form and the rest of her captors who now outnumbered him eight to one¡­ ¡°Why are you doing this? Why me?¡± He blurted. ¡°I represent the interests of the opposition. We are not at all what you have been told. You simply have to prove your sincerity with this small task, and when our forces take the city in a matter of hours, you will be spared.¡± At those words, something in the official¡¯s gaze shifted, hardening, and his eyes settled heavily back on the robed figure. Broken, but not in the way Aurelia had expected. ¡°...Ah, earlier you mentioned saving the whole camp. Now you specify me¡­¡±Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings. The robed man spread his arms in a theatrical gesture, ¡°No matter what, the first step is to take hold of your Salvation!¡± He declared magnanimously, urging the man before him. The official sighed, reaching into his robes, and pulled out something that looked like a letter opener, ¡°Very well. Where must it be done?¡± The robed figure laughed richly and the thugs around the official relaxed, ¡°We will head up to the temple and finish this unfortunate task.¡± The robed figure answered, lowering his arms. Aurelia quailed at the turn of events but saw the moment that the official¡¯s hand clenched down on the handle of his pitiful weapon. Eyes shining with unshed tears, he lurched into the nearest thug, plunging his letter opener into their neck. The thug screamed, spurting blood all over the shocked face of his attacker, and the others fell on him stabbing and bludgeoning until all that remained was a bloody pile of ruined clothing and bruised flesh and one pair of shattered spectacles. ¡°A pity¡­ I thought for sure he was our best option for desecrating the Temple.¡± The robed figure sighed in disappointment, before turning to Aurelia and letting his hood fall back, revealing a horrifying visage. Something that might once have been a distinguished elderly satyr face looked back at her. Yet the strong angles of his sneering face were now intersected by thick, dark roots, that dived in and out of the flesh of his jaw and scalp in a seemingly random pattern. ¡°Nonetheless, the Seed assures me that your blood spilled in the sanctuary, will be enough to cut off the Flame¡¯s influence for now. We can find another innocent to pervert its power later¡­¡± He continued. Aurelia bit back a moan of terror even as the Flame within her blazed in resistance to the mind-numbing emotion, blanketing her thoughts and making her feel pitiful and small again. She was all alone again... It was her fault they were dead- ¡°Man, you guys are really stinking up this mountain!¡± A high-pitched voice called from slightly down the path. The whole group turned in surprise to see a comically small figure casually step out from the forest. ¡°You know there is a river right next to camp? No charge or anything,¡± he called, stepping into the moonlight. His voice warbled in false bravado, and his hands shook as he clenched something in both his fists. ¡®Oh Origin¡­ It¡¯s Cog!¡¯ Aurelia thought desperately, her teeth clenching on her gag. ¡°Who are you, little boy? And how did you find us?¡± The Corrupted satyr hissed unconcerned. The thugs all raised their weapons and began to move toward him. ¡°Not so fast, Stink Gang, or whatever you call yourselves!¡± He sputtered, raising his fist dangerously. He was terrified, yet the absolute impossibility of this confrontation made the thugs hesitate at his threat. ¡°I have two fist-fulls of Gnomish Explosives right here, ready for anyone who wants to take them. Now, Give. Me. Back. My. Sister!¡± He finished with a shout, actually stepping forward with his threat. Aurelia¡¯s insides twisted in fear for him even as his words bolstered the flame in her chest to an inferno. ¡°You idiots! The boy is bluffing. Kill him and then search for any other rats hidden on this Pit Cursed mountain!¡± The robed figure yelled. ¡°Have it your way!¡± Cog shouted back, lobbing the contents of his fists at the oncoming thugs. Cog immediately dived away, his motions causing the rush of individuals to flinch as the small objects Cog had thrown scattered before them. Everyone stared down at the point of impact confused, when a disorienting series of flashes and bangs exploded from the ground, one after another in a rapid staccato of light and sound. The thugs screamed, and even Aurelia had to blink back tears as her vision was filled with afterimages. The knife at her throat suddenly vanished, and she heard the man behind her cursing vehemently. ¡°Kill the boy!¡± The robed figure screeched in frustration. The blazing stars faded from her sight as she slowly reached to remove the gag from her mouth, not wanting to alert anyone with a sudden movement. The cursing behind her suddenly ceased, and her hand froze, hovering above her gag¡­ Had he seen her? Then the flame within her roared over her fear, and she realized she would rather be stabbed in the back than used in this ploy to destroy her people. In one motion, she yanked the wadded cloth from her mouth and whipped her head around, ready to ward off the blow she knew must be coming. But it didn''t. Instead, she found a scared-looking young minotauress standing over her unconscious captor. ¡°Milas?¡± She whispered, her voice hoarse and dry. The girl smiled for just an instant before the commotion behind them demanded their attention. The group of thugs had caught Cog and he was now struggling uselessly, shouting in defiance with a courage that belayed his small form. They began pounding into his little body with punches and kicks, punishing him for his impudence. Milas moaned in fear, but the sight did something altogether different inside of Aurelia. Her flame, already blazing, exploded from within her. One of the thugs grew tired of the game and pulled back his knife to end it. Something inside Aurelia broke. Her limits, her place in this world, her self-doubt¡­ They all shattered along with it. ¡°Get away from my BROTHER!¡± she screamed, as the forest around her began to dance with a blue and white light. Her words thrummed with power, and a new Ability lit up her Mana Pathways as she instinctively reached for something¡­ anything to save him. ¡­ Jonathan Tillman Level 35 Son of Flame Amelia¡¯s weight had shifted more and more onto his shoulder as they moved through the camp at a hobbling jog. To make matters worse, greenery kept sprouting all over her form, adding even more weight to the awkward movement. But Tilly soldiered on, listening to each gasping breath emitting from Amelia''s mouth with mounting worry. By the time they started climbing the mountain she had lost the ability to walk, sucking in air desperately as she tried to lift her feet so they would not drag, slowing them further. With a grunt of exertion, Tilly squatted down and threw her body across his shoulders, straightening up and picking up the pace. Amelia groaned, whether in pain or protest, Tilly could not tell, but seeing the vines now completely covering her exposed skin had done it for him. Somehow, he pushed his jog into a sprint, squeezing everything he could out of his new Stats as his patchwork of injuries and Debuffs did their best to tear apart his only recently restored body. Thankfully the moon was bright enough that even well into the night, he could make his way up the worn path without much trouble. He pumped his legs over and over, sucking in as much breath as his cramping torso would allow. Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang! Tilly almost tripped at the sudden interruption to his cadence, as a staccato of small explosions sounded further up the path¡­ ¡®No way this is anything but more bad news.¡¯ He growled down at his legs, urging his thrusting knees to increase their pace. ¡°Get away from my BROTHER!¡± A screaming voice demanded from above. As Tilly ran up the path, little figures stood in the forest to either side. He almost dropped Amelia and grabbed his weapons, before realizing they were all children¡­ The kids Edna and George were taking care of. That¡¯s when the voice fell into place in his memory. Tilly rolled Amelia off his shoulders to the ground and called his hatchets into his hands bursting into an all-out sprint. Blue flames lit up the forest ahead of him as ran up the mountain. B2 Ch. 58 Tree Part 3 The sound of multiple screams egged him on as Tilly topped an upward bend in the path, emerging into a scene of fiery conflict. Seven or eight satyrs were arranged in a writhing circle around a little lump of clothing. A familiar blue fire was everywhere, originating from another confrontation still playing out twenty yards beyond the initial scene of destruction. Tilly''s eyes momentarily struggled to make sense of the twisting mass of rootlike appendages surging toward the source of the flames. In the middle of the inferno was Aurelia, the Priestess. Her whole body had been set alight as she pushed out wave after wave of fire. ¡°YOU THINK THIS IS ENOUGH TO STOP ME?¡± A screaming voice cajoled from the center of the mass of the root creature. It rolled forward, attempting to push through the waves of fire being released by Aurelia. The Priestess held up both hands in a warding posture screaming in effort. The roots were constantly being burned away but regrew at an equal rate offsetting the damage and allowing the thing to inch closer to the girl. As soon as he registered the enemy, Tilly¡¯s body whipped into action, engulfing his weapons with his mana and sending them whirling toward the enemy. They hit with wooden-sounding thunks, cutting deep into the cloth-bound center of the creature, and evoking a caterwauling scream, before the thing turned away from the previous object of its wrath. ¡°Hey! Overgrown shower clog! Roll your ass over here and try me on for size!¡± Tilly called, stepping over the pitifully mewling bodies on the path before him, to stand unobstructed before the thing. As the expanding mass of dark ropy roots rotated to face him, Tilly saw that nested in between the tightly bound layers of dirty clothing and writhing appendages, was a face. One rendered almost unrecognizable by the roots diving in and out of its flesh. But the eyes, filled with icy hate, and brimming over with cold superiority, were a dead giveaway. Behind the creature, Aurelia collapsed, her fire sputtering out as the last of her mana was used up. Level 56 Seed Corrupted Aristocrat ¡°Ah! The cockroach himself! What a happy circumstance to meet you here at my ascension. I am eager to snap your neck myself before I cut off this pitiful excuse for a Faction from its benefactor!¡± The speaker''s original body seemed to be gone, now lost in layers of cloth suspended by hundreds of roots. Tilly recalled his hatchets, trying not to reveal his dismay at how ineffective the attacks seemed to be. The place where his hatchets had lodged in the creature''s side had burnt away and detached from the whole before quickly being replaced by new growth. If he was going to take this thing out, he would have to bypass the shifting mass of wooden roots and hit this guy in the face. Trying to buy time, he called, ¡°I didn¡¯t see it before, but man, the resemblance is uncanny! You are the spitting image of your son. The apple really doesn¡¯t fall far from the tree...¡± He spat between bellowing breaths. Marcellus the Elder chuckled in reply, roots tearing up the ground in front of him as he advanced slowly, like a hundred-legged spider, ¡°You did me a favor getting rid of that weakling¡­ My true heir was always the eldest. After this, I¡¯ll bring that pup to heel, and we will take our place at the front of this glorious revolution.¡± Tilly peeked behind him considering a short retreat to draw this thing further away from Aurelia, and did a double take. The little lump in the middle of all the bodies had rolled over and was struggling to get to his feet. Cog¡­ ¡®Shit, looks like it''s here and now.¡¯ He thought to himself desperately, turning back to the slow confident advance of the monstrosity. His patched-together internal healing felt like it was ripping at the seams, but Tilly bore the sensation with a scowl, shifting his weight to try something else. ¡°Ah, how the bravado of the ant dies before my stomping hoof.¡± Marcellus the Elder sneered out spitefully. Tilly responded by spinning in place, releasing and calling back his hatchets in a fiery whirlwind of rapid attacks and feints to try and make it past the layered guard. But the curtain of roots rose seamlessly, absorbing the hits accompanied by small blue explosions, before falling away and being replaced. Even the lingering embers that would typically do damage over time were shed along with the dead roots, removing their effect on the whole. As disturbing as Marcellus¡¯ new form was, he was now a perfect counter to Tilly¡¯s burst damage AoE and damage over time. Expulsion would not work and neither would his thrown axes, not until he got past that guard¡­ The roots parted mockingly before him in a twisted game of peekaboo. Marcellus¡¯ leering face peeked out from in between his myriad appendages and he crooned, ¡°Let me show you what true power feels like!¡± Then almost moaning in ecstasy, he shed any guise of sanity, and the many feelers of his new form quivered in anticipation and suddenly shot toward his prey. Tilly''s weapons twitched, trying in vain to figure out how to get out of this one. His only chance was to get as close as possible, and activate an Expulsion, hopefully before Marcellus raised his guard back up. Tilly adopted a mask of hopelessness, something that wasn¡¯t much of a challenge in his current circumstance, and dropped his hatchets in defeat. Marcellus¡¯ root-pierced visage pulled up short of his charge and paused to lean toward Tilly through his curtain of defense, black ichor dribbling like drool from a too-wide smile. Internally, Tilly steeled himself¡­ Kid or no kid, as soon as that thing grabbed him, he was going to activate his new title, [All or Nothing] in tandem with Flame Expulsion and see if he couldn¡¯t take this bastard out. Then the trees all around them groaned and the ground undulated like a quivering mass of jelly. For a moment, Tilly was afraid of some sort of new Ability from his opponent, but Marcellus¡¯ leer fell into a grimace, and he plunged more roots into the ground to stabilize himself. Tilly¡¯s Mana Pathways lit up as he prepared to take advantage of the surprise when the surrounding flora erupted in a flurry of growth. The ground all around the Seed Corrupted Aristocrat exploded as roots native to this mountain burrowed in amongst their invading counterparts, and tree limbs shot in to tangle the floating curtain of appendages that fanned out around Marcellus the Elder¡¯s transformed body. Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings. ¡°What is this?!¡± He cried trying to pull away from the entanglement. Then the combined force of all the new growth simultaneously went taut, pulling away all of his additional protections, and leaving his center mass exposed. ¡°Arrrggg!¡± He cried out in impotent frustration and the beginnings of fear. A strained voice rose from behind Tilly, ringing with a finality that sealed Marcellus¡¯ fate, ¡°Get away from my kids, you piece of shit¡­¡± Not one to waste the opportunity before him, Tilly shifted the Title''s focus to his first and simplest Ability. He inflamed the hatchet in his right hand with 20-30 times the normal amount of Mana and an immense WUMPH went off at his side, as he felt the very nature of his soul-bound weapon momentarily shift in response to contain the new power. Tilly lunged forward, swinging his weapon in a simple downward chop, delivering a blue solar flare-like strike into his opponent''s face. For just a moment, Marcellus the Elder¡¯s corruption-infested expression was brightly illuminated in stark blues, a caricature of shock before the concussive blast of the overcharged Ability''s impact turned Tilly¡¯s world white and blew him back through the air. A series of branches attempted to arrest his flight, which ended decisively as he hit the thick trunk of a tree. He fell to the ground, his body finally giving out after hours of relentless abuse. There on the ground, he groaned incoherently, trying to muster up the strength to get an arm under him, as knife-like ringing cut through the center of his head. The blast had addled him and his thoughts fell through his mental fingers like sand as he fought to impose his will on his disjointed extremities. They refused to answer his confused mental urgings, and he lay there in a heap like a puppet with cut strings. ¡°Amelia¡­ Temple¡­¡± He muttered to himself, his lips dry and cracked as half of his face dug into the ground he had collapsed in. His thoughts swam in lazy circles, utterly refusing to form a linear plan. At the periphery of his awareness, many small hands grabbed his limp body, pulling him up and dragging him forward, advancing arduously up the mountain path. Tilly''s consciousness flashed in and out as unknown Debuffs fought against his will to stay awake. His Regen struggled to balance out the toll they demanded as his battered body clung to consciousness with the rigid stubbornness of a two-year-old. Blink Some children moved past, holding Cog¡¯s small, weak, body between them. Blink A young Minotauress dragged a tangle of vines and branches larger than her body up the obstacle-strewn path. She was crying and others walked behind the mass of greenery, lifting and pushing where they could. Blink High-pitched voices argued about what to do next as an ornate wooden entrance stood open before the group. Then they all went silent as a groggy voice muttered, ¡°Oh Cog! Are you OK?¡± Blink Warmth flooded Tilly¡¯s body, knitting together ligaments and muscles that had been operating on sheer will for far too long. The muddled soup that was his mind clicked back into operation and his eyes snapped open. He was surrounded by the same kids he had seen outside Amelia¡¯s shop months ago. At the front of the group stood a frazzled Aurelia, tears streaking down her face, and behind her rested a huge messy tangle of still-growing plants. Tilly¡¯s head looked around in confusion, finding himself in the crystal chamber of the Temple, its steady glow offering comfort to the distraught group. ¡°I''m sorry Mr. Tillman! This isn¡¯t something I can fix. I can barely sense her in the middle of all that strange Mana.¡± Aurelia cried, waving historically at what used to be Amelia. The whole of the situation crashed into Tilly¡¯s rebooting mind and he lurched to his feet, his body wobbling uncertainly. ¡°Come on, we have to get her to the central chamber.¡± He said confidently, not at all sure if that was all that they needed to do, but hoping desperately nonetheless. He stumbled over to the car-sized mass, and grabbed onto a few sturdy-looking branches, hauling it toward the inner hallway, which was just barely wide enough to accommodate Amelia¡¯s increased size. He groaned in effort as his healing body attempted to leverage the full weight of his newly increased Strength. The children quickly scampered in around him, grabbing anything they could and lending their collective effort to the endeavor. The mass began to move, scraping along the walls and floor as they pulled and pushed for all they were worth. After a long thirty yards, they arrived at the central chamber. The fit through the last door was the tightest yet and the effort to get the tangled knot of vegetation through caused the whole group to tumble out into the slightly sloped chamber, as they pulled her free of the impediment. Tilly who had been hauling backward, pulling with both hands from an almost seated position landed flat on his back as the resistance vanished and Amelia¡¯s flora-choked form entered the central chamber of the Temple. A Roaring flash erupted from the altar in response to their arrival and Tilly, from his position on the ground facing Amelia, saw a subtle green flash answer it, originating from the center of the mass. A jet of blue fire shot out from the altar, and the vegetation all around Amelia began to wither and die, meeting the flame as dry tinder, ready to be consumed. Tilly almost cried out in distress before seeing the flame immediately pull back as the vegetation was consumed, leaving an unharmed Amelia surrounded by a cloud of ash. Her eyes opened, and she smiled in relief as green motes of energy so potent that they set Tilly¡¯s teeth on edge emerged from her core, and drifted by him toward the waiting Flame. He turned to watch along with every other person in the chamber as music bubbled up all around them, interspersed with the gentle shivering of the Flame on the stone surface. As soon as they arrived, the motes orbited the flame, shifting in time with the melody that was just beyond Tilly¡¯s ability to comprehend. As they drifted nearer, the song built, flooding the chamber with an energy so rich in possibility and potential that Tilly felt his very soul start to vibrate in harmony with the Song. Tilly saw a thousand ends and ten thousand new beginnings as all of the universe expanded in an ever-evolving pattern of sound and light. Amidst the crescendo, a small ember, brighter even than the surrounding Flame, rose up from the center of the altar. The green dancing motes swung around in their orbit and crashed into the ember one by one, combining to make something new, adding to the depth of its multi-hued vibrancy. Tilly¡¯s next breath seemed to take a lifetime as he watched the motes finish joining with the central ember transforming into a tiny perfect Seed. The riot of energy flooding the chamber dampened and steadied along with the Seed¡¯s formation and the urgent vibrancy of the moment faded, eliciting a sigh of loss and relief from its audience. The seed floated back down into the flame and slowly cracked open, shooting forth a delicate sprout with two little leaves. Then as if the entire event had been a whisper designed to draw in their attention, a booming notification exploded out from the altar in a tidal wave of green and blue energy. Congratulations, You have obtained the patronage of Origin¡¯s Bloom and completed a Hidden Quest. Quest Rewards Incoming¡­ B2 Ch. 59 Glow Way Up Jonathan Tillman Level 37 Son of Flame The wave of green and blue energy washed over Tilly, instantly clearing away his remaining Debuffs and soothing his strained Mana Pathways. As his vision cleared, all that was left of the immense wave of energy was a dancing blue and green flame hovering before him. It floated there expectantly and not entirely sure what to do, Tilly followed his instincts and lifted his hands to the flame as if receiving a gift. It split obligingly, its green nature moving toward Tilly¡¯s left wrist and its blue nature moving toward Tilly¡¯s right. The flames elongated and cooled, forming two silver bracelets. They were a matching set, one with a vibrant green crystal set in the midst of carved flames and the other with an electric blue gem set among an intricate scene of interlaced flora. Celestial Bracelets of Substitutional Might ¡®Celestial¡­ Isn¡¯t that the highest grade in existence?¡¯ Tilly thought to himself as he pulled up his notification log to see just what these items were capable of. All around the chamber, the vibrant energy of change thrummed as Amelia and every member of the ¡°Originals¡± were transformed. ¡­ Linus Level 69 Consul Linus thrust his borrowed spear right into the eye of an oncoming Consumer who had lept over the first Rank using the hill of crumbled bodies as a springboard. With its momentum arrested on his spear, a soldier to his right screamed and chopped deeply into its neck even as it was still fighting to disembowel those in the second and third rank. ¡°PUSH THEM BACK!¡± The new Bastion Commander called from somewhere down the wall. The Bastion¡¯s Unit Magic sent a concussive burst outward, clearing the top of the wall momentarily and buying the whole formation a few breaths of room. ¡°Second Rank! Fall back, Third Fill-In! Reserves, UP!¡± Linus called in a hoarse voice his commands echoing up and down the wall as they took their moment of reprieve to refill the ranks supporting the stalwart Bastions on the front of the wall. ¡­Incredibly, they were holding. The roiling mass of enraged enemies had been stopped, unable to clear the obstacle before them. For days the enemy had tested the stopping power of the soldiers on the wall and repeatedly the units stationed at the top had barely held. They had stood fast, taking minor, but over time, significant losses, facing just a fraction of the enemy¡¯s might. But this was a calculated risk, one that had finally paid off. From his time as their commander, he knew that even with the increase in average level, the Bastions would run out of unit magic to spend in the next couple of minutes, but they had successfully stopped the full weight of the charge against the wall, and now much of the enemy was clamoring over itself in confusion at the sudden halt in the attack. In the distance, he heard the sound of inhuman roaring followed by a crash so loud that it rattled the sword sheathed on his hip, Whatever that calvary was¡­ their Charge Ability was like nothing Linus had ever seen. His attention was drawn back to the battle before him as the Strigoi regrouped and sprinted up the mountain of their own dead to take running leaps at the Alliance¡¯s front line all over again. Crashing like waves of enraged flesh against the bulwark of the Alliance¡¯s finest soldiers. Erash was down to one knee, being guarded by Hiro as she channeled all of her Mana into the enchantment that spread her heal over time to the entire front line. Green energy sparked subtly around the Bastion¡¯s boots as her Buff plus their own Unit Magic gave them everything they needed to stand fast. The enemy died in the hundreds and then the thousands, as the previously dominant Consumers met their match in the stalwart front-line defenders. If the Fleshbags had been allowed to charge¡­ it would have been a massacre. But the Consumers and lesser strigoi alone were all strength and speed. With their momentum arrested against the immovable shields of the Bastions, they fell like so much wheat before the scythe, feeding the entire formation Experience at an incredible rate. A screaming call was taken up at the center of the enemy mass, one that spread to the entire back half of the forces that had come to take the wall. Linus'' burgeoning hope came crashing back down as half of the charging enemy turned towards the surrounding cliffs and split their forces down the middle, preparing to try and climb in order to circumvent the wall altogether. ¡°Rangers, Tidecallers and Third Rankers! Get everything you have on those cliffs, Now!¡± Linus bellowed urgently, hefting his own spear and hurling it with incredible accuracy at one of the front-running Consumers. He watched just long enough to see his throw find its mark, amidst far too many misses from his still unskilled soldiers. Then he turned and shouted down into the logistics area choked with all of their remaining soldiers in different states of injury or resupply. ¡°Reserves! Fall back and sweep the nearby forests! We have flankers incoming!¡± Unfortunately for their plan, almost all of the unit¡¯s leaders were up on the wall holding the first rank against the Horde, but he did hear one all too familiar voice start to rise above the chaos down below, ¡°Alright, you Worthless Slugs! Nap time is over! Get equipped and get into the trees! Kill anything that moves! ¡®That woman deserves a commendation¡­¡¯ Linus thought wryly as he rushed to the units on the stairs. They would need to pass up their spears to replace the ones they had just lost in the initial volley¡­ ¡­ Igor Level 86 Vampiric Mesmer An ear-splitting screech of frustration ripped itself free from between his teeth. This was not how it was supposed to be! The stubborn cattle had displayed a surprising amount of resilience in the face of their charge, and while Igor was confident he could break their cowardly collective Abilities himself, doing so would embroil him in hand-to-hand conflict.This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. That was less than ideal if he wanted to be the first to reach the succulent prize at the heart of this little Faction. He flexed his Will in fury against Father¡¯s commands before once again finding them completely gone¡­ Had he already forgotten that he was now free. Why play by the rules? Why delay? He layered Command over his voice and called for a change in the attack. Any of the Horde too far from the wall to make themselves useful were to pull away from the frontal assault and take to the cliffs. Then using even more of his dwindling Mana, he shrouded himself in Plain Visage and siphoned off as much Mana from the surrounding fodder as possible, scaling the cliffs along with thousands of his weaker brethren. He could have pulled ahead but knew it would be easier to pass unnoticed amid the flood of his kin. A pitiful few projectiles and Abilities swept along the vertical surface, removing hundreds of those around him, but leaving thousands more untouched. They would flood the surrounding forest and sow chaos, providing the perfect distraction for Igor to pluck the prize he had so readily earned from this low-hanging branch. As he joined the flow of fodder over the lip of the unnaturally tall cliff face, he became aware of something strange happening along the route that most of his inferiors had taken towards the cattle settlement. Howls of surprise and the sound of snapping wood greeted his senses as he followed the flow a little further into the forest until he found that many of his kin were locked in combat with¡­ Plants. Igor growled in frustration at his own Factions'' stupidity. They continued to throw themself into the carnage, not nearly as disciplined as they had once been under the heavy shackles of Father¡¯s Will. He thought for a moment about redirecting them, but then he spat in disgust, and left the idiotic conflict behind, choosing to range farther laterally until he found a gap in whatever protection this was. Their purpose was chaos, and they were accomplishing it just fine. He moved through the forest like a ghost, leaning into all the advantages that his respectable Dexterity gave him in this obstacle-strewn environment. Now that he was away from all the noise and stink that unfortunately always accompanied the Horde, he was able to pick up a sharp bitter smell about twenty paces closer to the settlement. It stung his nostrils and reminded him of burning metal. His combat instincts, honed over decades of fighting every day for every scrap of power he had gained, kept him from pressing the barrier multiple times. They prickled up and down his back as he attempted to approach the mysterious protection. It was no enchantment, Igor would have tasted it on his tongue, but something had been set in place around the settlement that was dangerous to his kind. His limited experience in magic was not enough for him to investigate further, and he honestly didn''t care. He knew he didn¡¯t understand what was at play here, and that made him worry. He had not survived this long by being reckless¡­ But his new strength gnawed at his insides, salivating for him to move in for the kill, and take the prize hidden within. The Hunger he had won at the Bloodwells was not a patient force and his rows of sharpened teeth cut fresh lines of blood in his gums as his jaw clenched in internal conflict. Finally, the desperate part of his nature won out, and he used half of his remaining Mana and 20% of his Health to summon Blood Armor. Wounds opened all along his body, and blood gushed out, immediately hardening into dozens of shell-like carapace plates that would block almost any strike, but shatter in the process. He was not too worried about the Mana loss, he was sure there would be plenty of snacks on the way to find his unguarded prize. Now fully armored, he changed the direction of his run like a striking snake, diving into the bitter-smelling line of magically fortified plants. They immediately reacted to his presence, whipping toward him with Mana-enhanced speed and attempting to snare him in vines, branches, and roots. He leaned fully into his build, dodging as many of the grasping plants as possible while making sure to only take hits on armored areas when he couldn¡¯t avoid the plant''s touch. Blood carapace shattered around him as he burst through the hostile zone and exited out of the reach of the animated guardians. Sneering back at the inept defensive measure, he turned to orient himself and froze. There, leaning against a tree was one of the cattle. He looked gristly and seemed not to have noticed Igor¡¯s crashing through the forest. Instead, the cattle was entirely focused on lighting a pipe, taking a deep pull from its stem, and releasing a smoke ring with a grunt of contentment. Igor smiled, happy to take his meals raw or smoked. He sprung forward clawed fingers extending to rip out the cattle¡¯s wrinkled neck when the creature looked up and met his eyes. There was no surprise there, not even concern, and Igor¡¯s combat instincts screamed at him. He broke off his lunge, strafing sideways and lowering into a crouch, eyeing his surroundings warily for some trap. ¡°You were right again wife¡­¡± The elderly cattle called, looking down at Igor in amusement. His identifier reading, Level 58 Agriculturalist Igor snarled in fury at his casual dismissal, especially when he was so clearly a weakling, but his instincts continued to scream at him to flee. Something about how they smelled did not match up with the low levels shown to him by the System. ¡°George, it''s been three Epochs and you are still so quick to doubt¡­¡± Igor¡¯s head whipped to the side as another bony specimen stepped out from in between some trees. Level 52 Arborist Looking back and forth at these two Igor began to feel an itch at the back of his mind. A lifetime of pushing against Father¡¯s influence had sharpened his Will to a razor edge, and his eyes narrowed in suspicion, as the system-produced identifiers started to waver, as if covered in a haze. ¡°Not so fast, little monster¡­¡± The elderly male rebuked, shaking his pipe stem at Igor in mock chastisement. That final dismissal of his superiority was enough to break Igor''s caution. The Hunger screamed in him to kill and he obliged, lurching for the female in the blink of an eye. His eyes lit up with Mesmerize as he strained toward her jugular with his claws. Something like a vice clamped around his extended arm, arresting all of his momentum, and nearly ripping his arm out of its socket. He looked up from the easy smile of the female to find the bony male¡¯s hand around his arm. Acting on instinct, he channeled all his remaining Mana into his Ability, pouring weaponized hate out through his glowing red eyes. The man stared back, his dull grey eyes slowly developing a multi-hued glow of their own, ¡°You want into my head do you? Suit yourself¡­¡± He muttered around his pipe stem. Igor¡¯s Ability crashed into the cattle''s soul and dissipated like a drop in the ocean. He tried to pull back, but the connection had already been made, and the weight behind those eyes crushed his soul with barely a thought. The Vampiric Mesmer¡¯s body collapsed in a boneless heap, as he screamed internally, locked away from any agency over his soon-to-be-ended life. ¡°That doesn¡¯t count does it?¡± George asked, looking over at Edna, a few creases of worry forming around his eyes. ¡°I¡¯m sure it doesn¡¯t. This is just saving us a little mess down the line, it doesn¡¯t change anything major¡­¡± She answered, moving over to pat him reassuringly on the shoulder. A boom of energy sounded in the distance, and a light flashed near the top of the far mountain. Both of the elderly satyrs glanced in that direction, eyes reading through the many layers of reality with long practice. ¡°Oh Good! The dears made it. I knew all that trouble with little Cog would be worth it!¡± Edna said with a smile. ¡°Right again, dear,¡± George replied, a slow easy smile stretching the corners of his mouth, forming a familiar network of lines reaching up to his eyes. ¡°...Right again.¡± B2 Ch. 60 Ends and Beginnings Hiro Matsumoto Guardian Daimyo of the Three-Fold Alliance His charge had finally succumbed to her exhaustion, and with her, the enchantment bolstering the Bastion rank had flickered out. Hiro had been planning his next move for hours and instantly took her unconscious body and slung it back behind the wall with all his strength. He wanted her well clear of any enemy combatants while he was gone. She filled too important a role in the Faction at present to let anything happen to her. He watched as she crashed into a few tents before rolling to a stop over two hundred paces away. He was no longer surprised at what he was capable of with his newly bolstered Strength and with her Constitution such an impact would be negligible¡­ Once he was sure of her safety, he turned to the flagging front line. Behind them, the thinning second and third ranks barely held on in their support role as waves of enemies continued to crash against their formation. Linus had sent out the reserves as soon as the enemy''s attack had shifted in nature, but now with no replenishment available and the healing gone, the First Rank would break soon. Thousands of the enemies sprinted up the mountain of their own dead, like a morbid siege ramp, attempting to bury the soldiers in bodies. The Consumers among the rolling charge focused on landing as many strikes as possible in the chaos before being rebuffed. The only goal was the slaughter, and all thought of strategy had faded from their collective attack. Iron thigh muscles flexed as he took this all in and crouched down, gathering the new strength in his body and focusing it into his legs. On the outside, he still looked the same except for his eyes, which now gleamed a crystalline green. But internally, his stats were completely transformed, and while he no longer could gain levels from combat, he had grown much more accustomed to this form over the multi-day battle they had fought defending the wall. He had not tired, and no wound he took remained for long. His greatest limitation now was that he could only be in one place at a time, and the defensive nature of this conflict did not play to the strengths of his build. So he had hung back, keeping their main magical support in the fight for as long as possible. But that had just changed. A booming clap sounded as he exploded from his crouch, launching into the air under the power of his explosion of applied Strength. The path of his jump took him high above the center of the enemy formation and for the first time in days, he allowed himself a grim smile. Sword in hand, he reached back extending its midnight blade fully behind him, perfectly timing the motion to coincide with the top of his flying arc. ¡°Waxing Shadow¡± he whispered, unnoticed by the masses of creatures below. His blade¡¯s weight suddenly multiplied, layering on metaphysical significance that began to pull him to the ground along with gravity. He held the blade back as he began to fall like a meteor, its weight continuing to increase. This Ability was an aspect of the special nature of his Legendary blade and was scaled to match its wielder¡¯s Strength. A stat that had recently doubled for Hiro upon his resurrection as a Guardian. His fall picked up speed and he brought the blade around, straining against its reality-warping significance. It ripped through the fabric of space as Hiro swept it forward, aided by the full momentum of an object crashing down from the heavens. As he completed his swing, the energy that had been building was expelled forward ahead of his fall at an angle designed to hit a large portion of the Horde before the wall. Much of his kinetic energy was canceled out by the unleashing of the Ability and he felt all of his built-up momentum transfer seamlessly into the attack''s release. A cataclysmic roar sounded in the air around him just before the Ability crashed into the enemy below. The first rank of enemies to be hit by the expanding arc were obliterated by the most concentrated epicenter of weaponized darkness. Hiro landed with a crouch in the recently cleared area surrounded by enemies. Ahead of him, his Ability continued to expand, mowing through enemies at an incredible rate, clearing fifty, then a hundred, then two hundred of the strigoi from the rear of their chaotic formation. By the end of its expenditure, some of the Consumers were able to block the Arc of dark energy, breaking bones and weapons, but by that time, Hiro had created an immense gap in the roiling mass of creatures. The collective weight of the Horde''s attention turned as one toward the newly created gap in its midst, howling in frenzied challenge at their new attacker. Scanning his surroundings calmly, Hiro took in a deep breath, held it, and then expelled. The Land was now attuned to him in a way he could not express to the others. It was a part of him, and here, defending it against invaders, he felt at peace. He was completely one with himself and as easily as putting on an old pair of boots, he entered Battle Trance. His son may have evolved this technique into something new¡­ but he had learned it at Hiro¡¯s feet. As enemies charged in from all sides, Hiro shouted back in defiance activating Waning Light and Cascading Strike. An umbral darkness exploded out from him, eagerly drinking in the charging enemies as they flooded the gap his first attack had created. Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. Breath steady, Hiro began to move through his sword forms. Cascading Strike caused every consecutive strike in a battle to increase strength by 1%. The second passive Ability of his weapon activated along with this, increasing the weight of the blade by 1% every consecutive strike. Both of these effects worked in tandem to create a vastly overpowered damage output for very little Mana expenditure, and Hiro simply focused on adjusting his steps and posture with every swing to accommodate the change in the weapon. The motions were so familiar, and the effects of his Abilities so well practiced, that Hiro¡¯s meditative state only deepened as the world around him became a chaotic storm of blood, fangs, and claws. Not a step was wasted, not a swing misplaced as he leaned into the darkness of his environment like an old friend. The Land beneath him augmented the combination of Abilities like never before, giving him an even greater understanding of his surroundings. He danced between the enemy¡¯s frenzied forms, whirling around and through tightly packed bodies, desperate to vent their long-suppressed fury on an enemy. The carnage grew so thick that blood began to mist the air, and offal sprayed out in concentric circles from each of Hiro¡¯s strikes, showering the blinded combatants. Then his trance was almost broken in shock as the strigoi nearest to his sword strikes lost any semblance of control in the presence of so much blood and rent flesh. Enveloped in complete darkness, they seemed to give up altogether on telling friend from foe, and an orgy of slaughter began to grow from the epicenter of Hiro¡¯s Domain. He stilled and crouched down, attempting to center himself again, an island of calm in a sea of madness. He had hoped to buy the wall sometime¡­ But as the screams of combat grew from the midst of his Domain, more and more enemies charged in from all directions collapsing the press against the wall, and drawing in its weight to the center of the new killing field like a black hole. Just as he was about to enter back into the fray, a deep reverberation echoed through the Land. His head whipped up, peering unimpeded through the Umbral Domain toward the mountain. Something had just happened to the Sovereign Crystal. A rippling tide of energy was washing over the Alliance¡¯s land, touching every member and imparting some of its bounty as it expanded inextricably over the entirety of the Faction¡¯s holdings. Hiro stood smiling as the wave of azure light was accompanied by a new verdant counterpart. He could feel it restoring and empowering as it washed over those on the wall. That was not all, the energy not only touched those defending its domain but also spent a small portion of its wrath upon each enemy combatant. Laying them low with some sort of Debuff he did not understand, they were not killed... No, instead it cleansed them of the darkness using the monsters as hosts and rendered the bodies comatose from the sudden loss of animating energy. As the wave washed over him and moved to the boundaries of their allotted portion of the Land, he felt it grow outward, pushing the boundaries of what had once been theirs, expanding and transforming their Faction¡¯s influence, and along with it, his strength¡­ Canceling his Umbral domain to reveal a shocking field of eviscerated bodies, Hiro called to the wall in a booming voice. ¡°Attack Now Defenders of the Alliance! Your enemy has been delivered to you, now reap them for the experience they offer!¡± His voice echoed supernaturally past the wall, deep into the forests and valleys, spurring every newly empowered member of the Three-Fold Alliance to charge forward and finish the work that the Faction¡¯s transformation had begun. ¡­ Deep below the mountain, at the epicenter of a network of tunnels that had only just begun to hear the ringing of mining picks once again, something stirred. The energy of the Faction¡¯s transformation had reached deep below the bedrock of the Holy Temple touching an ancient magic of binding and sleep. The contact stirred the enchantment, and a series of if/then logic statements began to unravel, as the spell unwound itself around its target, beginning a process of reanimation. The supernatural slumber that had held it for Epochs began to fade¡­ ¡­ Wesley level 59 Black Market Trafficker Wesley couldn¡¯t help but sneer at the posturing fool next to him reporting on what had happened on their assignment. He had set everything up perfectly, and this fool had to go and ruin it by bringing in some unknown variables at the last minute. ¡°-Because of the ineptitude of this slimy human, the trap was sprung too early, allowing many of my brethren time to respond. That, along with the presence of this unknown warrior caused much of the infiltration to die in its infancy. We had still gained dozens of new agents at every level of the Order, but it was not nearly what we had planned.¡± The dark-haired Knight finished smoothly, bowing as he shifted the blame for the failure on Wesley. Wesley could not allow those to be the last words of the report¡­ So with scorn dripping from every word, he rebuffed the accusation, ¡°And who pray tell gave entry to this warrior in the middle of our operation? Perhaps you are not as loyal as-¡± ¡°Silence.¡± A hissing cacophony of voices from one of the thrones. Wesley flinched as if struck. There were six gigantic thrones arrayed before them, each holding a figure of unbelievable power cloaked in darkness. Wesley¡¯s eyes darted across the line of thrones as he knelt immediately, trying to parse out which figure the voice had come from. The command hung over the gargantuan chamber like a leaden weight. The Hall of Fallen Princes had not been occupied in millennia and even Wesley knew that the thrones were no longer being held exclusively by classic figures of demonic strength. Power had shifted in the Pits¡­ just as it was shifting everywhere. Times were changing, and a new empire was rising, one that would drown the current system of hierarchies in its own arrogance and give rise to a new Empire. ¡°Tell me of this Warrior and the power he wielded to expunge our influence.¡± B2 Ch. 61 Epilogue 40,000 years ago -Epoch of God¡¯s and Heroes- Brokenridge breathed in the scent of his domain, letting the heady layers of aroma enter into his ridged nostrils to be parsed into a thousand pieces of information sorted by his superior intellect. He had set the green two-legs that were scattered all over the surrounding forests to look for tribute worthy of their master and it smelled like they had returned. They stank of anticipation and fear¡­ Good, perhaps they would have something worth adding to his treasure chamber this time. Gleaming piles glittered around him, as if doubtful that such paltry trinkets could improve on their beauty¡­ ¡°Do not worry darlings, only the best will be allowed to join you.¡± He breathed out in a smug rejoinder to their cute self-assurance, smoke dancing lazily between his arm-sized fangs at the cleverness of his response. He also detected the tangy bitterness of subterfuge from the hairy ones he had caught burrowing under his mountain. When he had first discovered them, they had pled ignorance, and he had shown them mercy. A few hundred dead were nothing to the thousands that still infested the area below his mountain. Their few petty enchantments were no impediment to his fire¡­ His jowls rose in excitement at the memory of the smell of so much burning meat. It has been a while since he ate one¡­ perhaps it was time he had another snack and reminded them who the ruler of this domain was, above and below ground. Their offers of tribute had been¡­ acceptable. He found them much better sources of treasure than the tribes of nomads infesting the surface. While it was always enjoyable to start huge forest fires, collecting loot and carrying it back to his lair was arduous¡­ He much preferred to create a tribute system that was slower but steady. His slit pupils dilated as he imagined growing his hoard until it rivaled even the greatest of those peacocks roosting in the Council Peaks. They ruled over a system of their own devising, growing fat off the labor of others and he would snap its mechanisms between his jaws before he served under it again. Soon it would be time to slumber again and absorb the strength of his Chamber, adding to his not-inconsiderable might. The journey would be long, but without that punishing burden of fattening those above him, he would grow strong enough to take what was his by right. He breathed in the Scorch-marked magic that permeated the cave, indicating to all who knew to look that this was his Domain and connecting the treasure within to his soul. Its strength was his strength. Remaking a Soul-Bound chamber had been very difficult, especially after those pretenders had destroyed his last chamber and stolen all the treasure within, robbing him of much of his unprocessed strength. With nothing left, he had been able to tear his soul free from the destroyed chamber in an act of desperate cunning. What he had done was almost unheard of, and none would expect him to reforge a new chamber in this place, so far away from his enemies and the center of things. They thought him exiled and weak¡­ they would see. He eyed the piles that seemed a little less impressive at the memory of what he had lost. Gold to increase his strength, jewels to increase his magical output. Weapons and armor for his claws, teeth, and scales. It was all here¡­ There was just far too little of it. Perhaps he needed to take a visit down to hairy one¡¯s kingdom and see what other baubles they possessed. However, that raised the question of those copper-cursed tunnels¡­ Brokenridge huffed out a smokey sigh. A problem for another time. Soon he would sleep, and take in his gains from the last five hundred years of conquest. Then he would loot, pillage, and burn to his heart''s content. Tongues of flame danced past his snout and his blood ran hot at the thought of the coming glory of further conquest. On his next inhale, he pulled in the mixed aroma of the green skins and the hairy ones approaching together. They had entered the opening to his lair at the base of the mountain and were advancing cautiously down the long ramp deep underground that led to his Soul-Bound chamber. He had made the mistake of choosing a high abode once before, where many of his enemies could approach at once¡­ Now only one dragon at a time could advance on his Domain, and he could rend them each tooth and claw. Plus there was an unpleasant smell near the top of this peak that he could not stand to approach. He was hoping it would ward off any others in the occurrence that they came looking for him during his slumber. The smell was not the only advantage to this location. It also contained a startling density of Fate which had made bonding his new chamber possible, if not easy. ¡°Lord Dragon!¡± One of the hairy ones called asking permission to enter. This was followed by the guttural call of the green skin¡¯s Mana user, who used his tribal title instead, ¡°Burning End!¡± He quite liked the name they had given him, not that he would ever tell the meat that. ¡°Approach,¡± he uttered, layering his voice with Authority. The small group advanced down the appropriately sized tunnel, pulling a large cart behind them piled high with tribute. Just what he needed before a long nap. He rose up on his forelegs excitedly, flames leaking out of his clenched jaws as he beheld a rather impressive pile of gold, weapons, and even a few magical artifacts. One in particular caught his eye at the top of the pile. It was a perfectly round sphere of crystal, exuding a strange, almost hypnotic power. He flicked out his tongue, tasting the magic, unable to identify exactly what it did. His curiosity rose¡­ unknown could mean powerful, and powerful was always welcome. ¡°What have you brought your Master?¡± He asked, making sure to keep the greed from his voice. It would not do to let the peasants think they had pleased him. Fear was the only reliable motivator for one¡¯s servants. ¡°Your Deadliness! Our king sends his tribute to your growing kingdom, long may you reign!¡± The Hairy one declared loudly, that same tangy stink of betrayal rising off him in cloying waves¡­ But the Crystal sphere glittered invitingly and he found himself too intrigued to care what little scheme they were running. He would eat this little one later. ¡°Burning End, our conquest of the local elves had succeeded with your leadership. We have brought you the finest of their weapons and treasures.¡± The green-skinned Mana user said, his scent oddly muted to Brokenridge¡¯s senses. His eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the pile. Whatever these ¡®elves¡¯ were, they were no crafters¡­ There were some small magics on the weapons and armor, several enchantments for sharpness and durability. Trash. Then his eyes wandered back to the top of the pile, and he breathed in the magic of the sphere all over again, finding it intoxicating. His disappointment was forgotten as he beheld the powerful artifact. ¡°And where did you get this lovely bauble?¡± He asked, unable to keep the pleasurable chuckle from escaping his throat. ¡°Your Greatness, that is something our king found deep in the under dark¡­ He fought through fearsome magics, defeating terrible foes called Beholders to obtain it. They called it a Foci. Does it please you?¡± The hairy one asked, beginning to exude the heady scent of satisfaction. Brokenridge decided to allow him his small victory at satisfying his master. More and more of his attention was consumed by the sphere which seemed to pulse and throb with alluring power. ¡®What does it do? What will I gain from such a treasure?¡¯ Absorbing an artifact like this would accelerate his timeline greatly. This was the kind of power he had been searching for. The power to dethrone pretenders and take what was his. Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. ¡°Leave.¡± He said quietly, gazing upon the sphere. The two-legs glanced at each other, passing some meaningless silent message before scurrying away like the little mice they were. Brokenridge reached forward with one of his claws, hooking the end of the cart and pulling it close to the mound of treasure he laid upon. He lowered his snout to the newest addition to his horde and took another exultant inhale, breathing in the magic of the artifact deeply. His eyes narrowed for just a moment as he detected the faintest thread of magic anchoring the sphere to some distant point. Just as he was about to snip the little strand with an Authority-tipped claw, the sphere flashed flooding the chamber with a magic so heady that it overwhelmed Brokenridge¡¯s senses. His eyelids grew heavy and his head dipped past the cart, resting gently on the stone floor. ¡®And why not?¡¯ he thought tiredly to himself. He had already intended to absorb the power locked away in his chamber, why not start a few months early? ¡­ 4000 years later Brokenridge¡¯s eyes flicked open as he sneezed out a gout of flame. His internal clock instantly told him how long it had been, and he gazed around his chamber, suddenly alert as he found the entire cavern empty. He urgently thrust his senses inward checking to see if he had already absorbed it all in such a short time. ¡­But no. He had not advanced in any of the categories he should have. His Mana well had actually diminished, and his scales had lost much of their luster. His adamantine claws clicked dully in frustration against the stone floor as he struggled to come to terms with his situation. Flame churned in his chest and his blood began to heat, boiling in his veins as the betrayal took full shape in his memory. ¡°GGGRRRRWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH¡± He roared, flooding the front of his layer with dragon flame. Its intensity was so great that it thrust out through the front entrance and burst into the sky announcing to all his kingdom his great fury. He tried not to think about how much of his well that display had just used and his claws tore into the stone supporting his immense weight as he leaped forward, charging up the tunnel out of his chamber, launching himself into the air. ¡®THEY WILL PAY!¡¯ He thundered internally, breathing in deeply to find where the little rats were hiding¡­ Nothing. None of the musky scent of the green skins, or the sweat and metallic odor of the hairy ones. Gone. They were gone and they had taken what was HIS. He roared again, his fury thundering across the landscape when he finally caught a new scent. Rather, something old¡­ layered and complex but also simple. He took in another breath, detecting something that smelled vaguely like food, and dead wood fashioned together in a rudimentary fashion. His pulse quickened and he wheeled in the air, diving toward the source. His fury demanded destruction, and whatever lonely few they had left behind would tell them where the others went¡­ Air howled past him as he pushed his speed, wings grasping huge quantities of atmosphere and launching him forward with every beat. In a few moments, he had crossed the breadth of his Land and dove through the canopy to crash into the narrow dirt track hidden beneath the leaves. Earth exploded outward from the force of his impact, and he dug his claws deep into the ground to arrest his incredible momentum. He roared again in fury, and liquid flame dripped from his gaping jaw as the rain of detritus settled and the object of his rage was revealed. There before him, placidly chewing on some grass was a long-eared four-legged food, attached to a cart with a single occupant¡­ and absolutely no treasure. A female two-leg draped in all sorts of cloth sat on the front bench of the cart, her chin held in her hand as she hunched forward. The sight of what was clearly not his quarry sent Brokenridge over the edge, and without consciously deciding to end these pathetic creatures, his eyes narrowed to slits and a geyser of dragon¡¯s flame bathed them and all their surroundings in the hottest substance known to the plane. The nearby trees were vaporized and those beyond them burst into flame, instantly creating a barren wasteland of destruction and ash¡­ That is¡­ except for the four-leg, two-leg, and the cart. Unbelievably, they remained untouched, now backed by a landscape remade in the image of his wrath. ¡°Very impressive, if misplaced... Something I believe you have consistently failed to correct over your lifetime.¡± The clothed two-legged drawled, straightening on her seat and stretching. ¡°How dare you-¡± It finally hit him as his Authority was choked out by a weight greater than his. This was no average two-leg, she must be one of the new spawn that emerged with this Epoch¡­ ¡°Go on, you are getting close to the truth.¡± She said, watching his thought process play out over his draconic features. ¡°Little Godling. What business do you have in my Domain?¡± He tried again, this time bearing his teeth in a minor acknowledgment of her power. ¡°Not quite, but it will do.¡± She answered, confusing Brokenridge even further. ¡°I am here to make an offer: You desire the Council Peak throne, and you seek to try and take it using the same system of power that you hate¡­ This will fail, in fact, your scheme has failed before it has even begun.¡± Brokenridge did not bother to quiet the rumbling growl that vibrated through his chest at the being¡¯s mockery. Godling or not, he would see just how well that cloth could hold up against the snap of his fangs. ¡°Now, now.¡± She waved him down in a conciliatory manner. ¡°Your ambition is laudable, but impossible unless you are willing to change. Like, will never change like. You must be different if you want to supplant that which you hate.¡± The rumble died slowly in his chest at her words, and he breathed in her scent again, attempting to gain some grasp of the being that dared suggest anything besides the superiority of his race. Strange scents floated in amongst the ash and char. Images flashed through his mind as he attempted to place them: a balanced scale, silver... old paper? Pervading it all he sensed the Beginning on her, something that he recognized by instinct, not experience. Dragons were some of the first creatures on the plane, and some memory of that explosive time remained locked deep in their blood. Nonetheless, Brokenridge refused to be some pawn in the convoluted games the ¡°lords¡± of this new Epoch played. ¡°I refuse. I will defeat my enemies with my own strength or not at all. I will never serve another.¡± ¡°Ah¡­ But you already serve a master you do not know.¡± She answered, quirking a smile. Brokenridge roared at the insult, ¡°Dragons serve none but ourselves!¡± ¡°You are truly a poor servant to yourself if you have sought your benefit. From where I am standing, it looks like you are worse off than you have ever been.¡± Brokenridge¡¯s mind blanked in rage, and he lunged forward in the blink of an eye, snapping his jaws closed on her relaxing form. The clack of empty teeth cracked through the forest and his eyes narrowed even further. He pulled back and refocused on his prey, who had bent down to pick up something at her feet that positively thrummed with Mana. The movement had looked slow but put her upper body just below where his strike should have torn her in two. More trickery¡­ He hated trickery. ¡°Look, I know you are an honest Dragon, so I have gone to great trouble to shape what I propose in Scorch. You may look it over and see its intent completely.¡± That caught Brokenridge¡¯s attention. Very few outside his race understood the draconic equivalent of writing. Many thought because Dragons could read, that they simply used an inferior form of communication when they were not speaking face to face. That this Godling claimed to not only understand Scorch but to be able to write it was truly intriguing¡­ Seeing her opportunity in his hesitance, the two-leg unwrapped the object, revealing a perfect triangle of dragon glass, etched all over with the unmistakable glowing symbols of the dragon language. He breathed it in deeply, taking in its sight and scent as he unraveled the dense symbols and smells, unpacking the layers of enchantment they represented¡­ It was an augmentation of his soul-chamber magic, an inborn ability of all dragon-kind. Yet this augmentation was tailored to his exact Mana signature. Some of the concepts were foreign to him, which was the most impressive thing he had seen yet from the Godling. Where had she gotten this information? Some things, however, he understood immediately. This would radically expand the boundaries of his soul chamber, and the list of things he would be able to benefit from as unprocessed treasure would grow exponentially. There was mention of the activation of some object of power to initiate the transformation, but no such object existed to his knowledge. It seemed to reference Land allegiance being held by some other entity or being. ¡°This is interesting, but nonsense¡­ This makes use of things that cannot and do not exist. In fact, the fifth and third principles are based on laws that have not been established.¡± He finished, sighing in disappointment at the waste of what was obviously the work of a master. ¡°-Yet¡± She answered covering up the dragon glass and tucking it away. Her single-word answer stuck in his mind like a splinter, as understanding slowly lodged its way into his brain. All of the unknowns about this encounter fell into place, forming a single cohesive conclusion. ¡°¡­Fatewatcher¡± He muttered, ducking his head low and baring all of his fangs, in the closest thing a dragon could show to respect. ¡°Correct.¡± she smiled, emphasizing his revelation with a pointed finger. ¡°He who took everything from you will not sit on the throne forever. Your time to challenge him will come, but this is the only path that moves toward that end.¡± She said lifting the covered object. ¡°Furthermore, your opportunity will not come for Epochs yet¡­ Now tell me dragon, are you willing to wait to obtain your greatest desire?¡± Brokenridge redid the calculations on how long it would take him to reascend to his previous heights before he had been cast out and then surpass them enough to challenge the King of the High Mount¡­ Millenia at least. ¡°I can wait.¡± He breathed, allowing a lazy contented smoke to coil up from his nostrils, ¡°Tell me where the weave is going, Fatewatcher.¡± END B2 B3. Ch. 1 Memorial A new stone plinth stood jutting out of the center of the parade ground as most of the population of the Three-Fold Alliance stood around it, holding a silent vigil. The sun had only just begun to peek above the mountaintops, bearing witness to the event that had gathered the Faction¡¯s whole population. The battle had ground to a halt sometime late last night and the enemies still trapped in the now greatly empowered forest boundary were summarily ended by the new protections. Those caught within the Alliance¡¯s magically reinforced borders found themselves stunned and trapped by the explosive energy released by the Facets. Well into the predawn morning, mixed patrols of Rangers and the Watch searched them out and destroyed them. It had not gone any better for the force attacking the wall. The explosion of energy had rolled well past the wall, incapacitating all but the strongest of the Strigoi Horde still pushing against the battlements. Simultaneously, the energy released by the Quest fully restored the surviving defenders. Under Linus¡¯ leadership, and following Hiro¡¯s example, they shifted into a sortie. Their offensive maneuver ended another ten thousand enemies and reaped their experience to further bolster the triumphant Faction¡¯s fighting force. Everyone who fought had gained a slew of levels and most had been offered new classes by the Sovereign Crystal in recognition of their contribution to the Faction quest. However, the rewards were not limited to only the martial classes. Even the non-combatant citizens had been offered a reward according to their contribution to the defense effort. All over the Alliance, new classes, or in some cases, facilities were being issued by the Crystal, and the changes had been dramatic and immediate. Tilly was glad the headache of discovering and documenting all of the changes belonged to someone else. Now that they no longer faced imminent destruction, the Alliance was about to butt up against several logistical nightmares. They had to make full reimbursement possible for contribution points, basically creating an economy out of thin air so that the trust the people had shown in exchanging their work for this currency would be validated by higher-quality gear, items, and even basic necessities. Tilly shivered at the thought of the administrative burden represented by such a task, and he looked around uncomfortable at the remaining leadership standing with him on the front row of the Vigil as the names of the fallen were read out one by one. The Council was scrambling to readjust as the two elected members over the refugee camp population had been lost in the aftermath of the battle. Linus¡¯ class had not been upgraded, but he had gained access to full control of the Alliance¡¯s new standing army and had eagerly stepped down from the council to accept the role of general. He would be given charge of its full deployment and growth under the supervision of the rulers of the Faction. Pupienus, the other council member, had died attempting to foil the same plot Tilly had stumbled into on his way up the mountain. Marcellus the Elder had apparently been behind a slew of murders in the camps. It had been uncovered that he was the head of a small but growing insurrection that had been tasked by some unknown agent of Corruption to somehow break the Covenant between Origin and the Three-fold Alliance. If not for the delay that the Bureaucrat and his few guards had caused, they might have made it to the temple¡­ Tilly shivered as he considered what a ritual like that would have entailed and why they would have needed Aurelia. Pupienus¡¯ name had been one of the first read-aloud before being magically inscribed near the top of the stone at the beginning of the ceremony. The council had met after the dead had all been collected and burned in the early hours of the morning. It had been decided that before they began to build for the future, the Alliance needed something to mark the sacrifice of those who had made such a future possible. Hiro had collected Erash and partnered to create a towering formation of stone in the middle of the parade ground. Word had been passed to every surviving citizen who had all benefited from the restoring aspect of the Quest reward. They had all shown up to watch as one by one, people stepped forward to Erash and whispered a name. Once she heard it, a small flash of fire would appear on one of the faces of the plinth, searing the name of the fallen into the stone. Each of the surviving Bastions stepped forward to read out the losses from their unit commands, followed by Threstus who stepped forward and spoke the names of the five losses from the Bastion unit. The rest of the unit commanders stood by and watched solemnly as their leader spoke out the names proudly. Five may have seemed like a small number compared to the rest of the losses¡­ but it was five more gone out of a unit of valuable elites that from all reports had single-handedlly held the wall against the enemy''s full strength in the last hour of the battle. The plinth was already half full, as people continued to come forward with more names. Different community leaders stepped forward to announce one death after another in the chaotic conclusion of the conflict, and Tilly felt himself feeling simultaneously relieved and ashamed. He had not lost anyone he personally knew, but the sound of soft crying throughout the crowd told him that he was one of a lucky few. Ultimately, around one in ten of the Alliance¡¯s citizens had died. Attempting to distract himself, Tilly took a moment to scan the front row again. At the other end of the line were the newly appointed Sanguine Order representatives. Tilly had been the one to inform the Queen of the Prime Dirge¡¯s defeat in the whirlwind of introductions after the battle had ended in the dark hours of the morning. Upon hearing the news, she and the rest of the Order¡¯s forces had immediately set out, hoping to capture the Horde¡¯s base of power before some other monster rose to stabilize their number. She had promised him a reward for defeating the Prime Dirge when she returned and then informed the rest of the council that the Horde still likely outnumbered their combined forces fifteen to one. She and her highly mobile force would take this opportunity to strike, while the other Faction was at an unprecedented disadvantage. You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story. Before leaving, she assigned Hilbert and Sir Michael to stay behind as the rest of their forces continued to pursue the scattering Horde. The two vampires had also been tasked with facilitating further trade between their two Factions, most notably in blood. They were very interested in obtaining agreements for standard shipments of the valuable commodity and even discovering a more sustainable way to produce Ability Imbued varieties. The queen had given him a meaningful look as she loudly issued out these commands to her subordinates and he had not missed their importance. The breakthrough Amelia had shared with the Sorceress Superior had much deeper implications than just a way to purge Corruption from their bodies, and the Faction was very eager to continue to uncover the future possibilities. The Queen¡¯s political machinations or even the economic ramifications such a partnership implied were way above Tilly¡¯s pay grade and he found himself at a loss as he observed his recent companions facing the plinth from the other side of their circular formation. Sir Michael stood as erect and silent as the stone memorial before him and Hilbert stood next to him, wearing a solemn expression. Tilly fought to press down a small smile as he noticed the newly-christened Lifeblood Sorceror¡¯s eyes flit back and forth as he read through the invisible screens of new information trying to glean some insight into his new class. As the Bastions and Threstus filed back into the crowd, Achillia, the Guard Captain turned Flame¡¯s Watch Commander, stepped forward. In her hands, she held a long sheet covered in writing and in a loud serious voice, she began to read out the last of the names, tallying the remaining losses to their defenders. It had been left to her to collect the rolls of the dead from the units that had lost a commander, and she had taken up the duty with a surprising amount of formality. The Alliance¡¯s fighting force had been cut down by a third, now numbering a little over two thousand five hundred. The numbers seemed staggering to Tilly, but Ichiro had assured him in the quiet leading up to the memorial service that when weighed against the Faction¡¯s gains, the conflict had actually ended up being very advantageous to the burgeoning nation. From what Tilly understood, each non-Bastion wall combatant had been offered the choice of two classes: Flame¡¯s Watch Veteran, or Three-Fold Infantry. The vast majority had elected the Infantry position, which Linus had confirmed would have Bastion as a future class option once they reached level fifty. The class came with a Buff to shield, spear, and short sword-wielding Skills as well as access to the legendary Unit Magic that Tilly had seen used to such devastating effect on the battlefield. About ten percent, led by Achillia had taken the Veteran class evolution, allowing more individual and modular unit formations suited toward movement and patrols. The Rangers, led by Nyuk and Kuro had enjoyed almost zero casualties and had been offered an evolution called Twilight Rangers. Tilly hadn¡¯t gotten the chance to learn about the new class, but he couldn¡¯t help but notice the new identifiers sitting over many of his friend''s heads. None of the Honu seemed to have gotten a new class, but based on everything he was seeing, he was sure there was more to the story. All in all, whichever route each individual had chosen, their fighting force had emerged from the conflict with levels averaging in the mid-forties. Watch Commander Achillia finished reading off the names on her sheet and Erash lowered her staff, burning the last of them into the stone. The Service was almost over and names reached nearly to the ground. For a morbid moment, Tilly couldn¡¯t help but wonder what would happen next. When the next batch of names came in, would they grow the plinth higher, or would a second stone be raised? All indications pointed to a conflict that was about to spill over to the whole Plane, and if that was true, they were going to need a lot more stones¡­ As soon as this thought finished coalescing on the surface of his mind, he reflexively clenched his right fist, resisting the negative spiral of temptation that had been his constant companion since being infected with the Seed. He clenched his jaw in anticipated conflict, before stumbling mentally at the complete lack of internal opposition. He relaxed his jaw, and unconsciously rubbed his side, now containing nothing more than a fist-sized scar. The feel of the unfamiliar additions to his wrists brought him back to the present. He sighed, realizing that as dark as the thoughts had been, that gallows humor was all him. There was no longer an invader attempting to suborn his will and for better or worse, he was once again fully in charge of his faculties. The sun finished rising over the mountains that protected their Faction on three sides, and Hiro stepped forward to address the crowd. Erash did something to the air in front of him and his voice boomed out over the crowd, reaching almost as far as Tilly could see. ¡°Members of the Three-Fold Alliance. We fled here together, forced into each other''s company by desperation and necessity. We were uneasy allies, clinging to our old views of the world. Of this, I was just as guilty as any of you. But from this day forward, that has all changed.¡± He declared in a weighty cadence, gazing out over the crowd unruffled by the number of people now looking to them for leadership. ¡°You have sweat, bled, and died to protect what is growing here, and your determination will be matched only by our own to lead you into the prosperous future we all desire. We will thrive as a new people, reborn in the fires of adversity into a nation that can stand against anything that comes against it and triumph. We are building a Faction where the powerful both protect and nurture new growth for the benefit of all. With us is a new kind of Deity, one who offers a great reward to those willing to pay the price of power and see this nation grow. We will honor those who have paid the ultimate price to give us this chance and we will-¡± A deep chime reverberated throughout the valley interrupting Hiro¡¯s speech. Tilly looked around in confusion as a screen opened in front of him, dominated by words he had never seen before: System-Wide Announcement! B3. Ch. 2 World Quest Gasps and murmurs broke out in the crowd as the same notification popped up before everyone. Then in an even stranger turn of events, the Announcement was read aloud in that same bell chime voice Tilly remembered from his transference.
System-Wide Announcement! Due to radical shifts in the landscape and power structure of Nephesh, a World Quest has been issued. World Quest: Powers that have remained stable for thousands of years have fallen, and new regimes are rising. The old balance of Light and Dark is ending, and such tidings mark a change in Epochs. The Epoch of Levels and Progression closes, and a new Epoch of power is about to begin. This is a time of great upheaval and opportunity; the Contested Lands have once again been revealed. Discover the new forces vying for power on Nephesh and pick a side. Gain the prizes guarded jealously by the Apex predators of the first Epoch. Prepare for the final struggle of this Age, where the victorious power will determine this Plane''s direction for millennia to come.
And, just like that, the announcement was over. Tilly¡¯s eyes swept across the crowd and found expressions of dismay and confusion waiting for him. At this point, he was used to random stuff he didn¡¯t understand just popping up, but apparently, it was a much newer experience for everyone else. Right off the bat, he gauged that he probably only recognized what half of this meant. The Contested Lands sounded vaguely familiar, but he couldn¡¯t remember where he had heard of them. And he was pretty sure the upheaval the System was referring to was the result of Corruption worming its way into every power structure it could infect. Hiro said something under his breath to Erash and magic once again bloomed before him as he prepared to continue his address to the people. But before he could start, a rumbling came from the distant temple mount, and another wave of notifications rolled across the gathering, this time in the form of a more traditional silent blue screen.
Congratulations Three-Fold Alliance! You have met the requirements for advancement to a City-State rated Faction. In recognition of this feat, you have been issued a Quest by your Patron Deity, and your advancement board has been updated! See the City interface for newly available buildings and their associated cost. Next Faction rating available: Kingdom.
The sound of Hiro clearing his throat boomed over the assembly and Tilly dismissed the oddly timed notification as just another odd brick in the wall that was his new life. ¡°As you can see. Much is changing, and we will not be relegated to the whims of whichever power takes an interest in our growing Faction. Rest assured, we will take all these changes into account and continue to take serious steps toward both growth and security.¡± As his speech turned more towards logistics, Tilly felt a light tap on his shoulder and he turned around to find Mochizuki standing behind him, displaying rapt attention matching the rest of the crowd as they hung on the word of the Guardian. Tilly¡¯s happy surprise was dampened down immediately as he heard a whisper next to his ear that did not correspond to any movement from the lapin¡¯s mouth. ¡°Please look past me, Jonathan Tillman¡­¡± Confusion ran over his face like a cracked egg. He obeyed her request without pause, looking over her shoulder in an attempt to remain nondescript. As he bought himself a moment, he realized that she was dressed as a Laundress again, and her identifier registered her at level twenty-two, which he knew to be false. Whatever she had been doing, she didn''t want people to know about it. ¡°You are needed at the teleport square, I have returned with vital information and I need you to confirm the identity of a guest to our Faction. Turn back toward Lord Hiro, wait for thirty breaths, and then leave the gathering as inconspicuously as you can.¡± She subvocalized, somehow casting her voice to his ears alone. In a crowd of lapins that was an impressive feat indeed. He turned away from the spy lost in thought and vaguely keeping track of his breathing while Hiro went on about the election that would occur for the refugee representatives later that day. Tilly hadn¡¯t seen Mochizuki since just before she had escaped the city. But he was certain he could trust her, she had saved his life, and while he had no clue where she had been, he was sure she wouldn¡¯t be operating outside of Hiro¡¯s direction. ¡®28, 29, and 30¡¯ he thought to himself, suddenly patting his non-existent pockets, and looking around as if he had lost something. ¡°Now where did I put them¡­¡± He muttered to himself in what he hoped was a convincing precursor to leaving. After looking around at the ground for a minute, he turned and wandered back through the crowd as if retracing his steps, avoiding eye contact with everyone and quietly moving through the crowd. He was unsurprised to find the spy already gone when he turned to leave. As he began to distractedly move through the crowd there were a few whispers, but almost everyone was still paying close attention to the guidance Hiro was giving. He had transitioned to explaining the next phase of their growth as a Faction and the expanded opportunities that would become available to the Alliance now that they weren¡¯t facing an imminent invasion. This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. Tilly moved through the crowd for a while, keeping his head down, until he found one of the lanes kept open for easy movement, and then picked up his pace back toward the city. The building had not stopped during the attacks and Tilly couldn¡¯t help but feel proud as he surveyed the expanding structures. With rich timber resources close to hand, along with a decent quarry that led into veins of several metals under the mountain, the city had enjoyed ample resources to fuel its growth. That paired with the Skill boon that had accompanied the Faction¡¯s founding had created quite an explosive start for the city. The walls had been left out of the new designs, and Tilly imagined the plan was to eventually combine the camp area, the honu enclave across the river, and the main part of the lapin settlement. In the distance he could see several large commercial structures had already filled in the spaces between the camps and the main city, allowing easy access to all the workers and customers that would fuel these budding industries. Luckily, even with all the changes, the layout of old village roads had not changed during the expansion and after weeks of training, he had become fairly familiar with the growing city and its different facilities. The lone teleport square still stood in the central part of the city, at a crossroads between the main throughfare to the river and the street leading out to the valley and the camps beyond. The streets were all but empty once he cleared the city boundaries, with only a few members of the Watch out patrolling. Tilly was glad to see them and hoped they would have very little need of such a force over the next months considering what the Faction would be facing. But assholes were assholes and he knew having a police force close to hand would be good for the growing urban environment. He jogged through the streets, his mind ablaze at the implications of the Faction¡¯s growth, the two notifications, and what Mochizuki¡¯s cryptic request meant. Soon enough, he was turning the corner and had arrived at the central square, which now housed a small fortification, along with a contingent of the Watch. Apparently, this was treated as another entrance into the city and was guarded as such. It had been explained to him that the likelihood of someone discovering their exact location and linking to this square was very low, but it was standard to put precautions in place, both magical and mundane. Past the guardhouse, next to the teleport platform was Ichiro, standing face to face with Mateus the elderly temple steward from the now destroyed Satyr capital, and another non-descript-looking elderly servant with drooping eyes. The second figure had a slender build with larger ear lobes and an exaggerated forehead, but otherwise looked pretty close to human. Mochizuki was nowhere to be seen. The two members of the church of Light stood a ways off from the teleport square wearing coordinating colors. They had their heads together in an intense discussion, probably over the recent world announcement and Ichiro stood slightly apart watching without eavesdropping. Tilly jogged up to the trio, and Mateus looked up, recognizing him immediately and cracking a worn smile. ¡°Wow! Level 35 in just under a month¡­ you have been busy!¡± ¡°Busy is an understatement!¡± Tilly answered sheepishly, not bothering to hide his pleasure at seeing another friendly face survive the destruction of the city. ¡°Did everyone from the temple make it out?¡± he asked, looking around for any others. ¡°You don¡¯t grow to be a network of our size without having several options for relocating in emergencies. All of the temple staff and a not inconsiderable number of citizens were removed from the city before its¡­ end.¡± Mateus answered allowing his smile to slip into a small frown at the memory of the capital¡¯s downfall. ¡°I am afraid, however, that our temple''s fate has been far from unique¡­¡± the Steward added ominously. ¡°How did you guys find us?¡± Tilly continued, glancing over at Ichiro. ¡°We sent out inquiries after your encounter with our Order and a mutual acquaintance facilitated this meeting.¡± The droopy-eyed man answered. ¡°Mateus is here to vouch for me, and I believe you are here to do the same for him.¡± He stated respectfully, his gaze seeming to barely take them in. Tilly took another hard look at the man with Mateus, but found him unremarkable in every way, despite its few nonhuman quirks, it just screamed plain. This was compounded by the bland look that shaded the man¡¯s expression. Identify pinged above him as a level 34 Hall Attendant. Ichiro interrupted his scrutinizing gaze, ¡°This is correct, now that Mr. Tillman is here, let us move to more private quarters, where we may discuss our next steps. I have been empowered by the rest of the council to represent the Alliance fully in this, and we welcome you as representatives of your Order.¡± Mateus and the droopy-eyed man nodded and the lapin set off. Tilly hurried to catch up with the lapin and whispered in a low voice he hoped the others would not be able to hear, ¡°What''s going on? Where is Mochizuki?¡± Not breaking his longlegged pace, Ichiro answered in a normal tone, ¡°Jonathan Tillman, our little corner of the plane is about to be open to the wide world, and this is part of our attempt to get ahead of it. The Contested Lands being opened has only moved up our timeline.¡± ¡°And what are those exactly? Should we expect another attack?¡± Tilly asked glancing back at the two church representatives in guarded wariness. ¡°The Contested Lands are an important piece of this Plane¡¯s history, and their opening really only tells us what we already knew¡­ that everything is about to change. With them open, almost no enemy force will bother with these lands. What that means for our forces, I do not yet know.¡± He added, flicking his own glance back at the clergymen who had their heads together and were likely discussing the exact same thing. Tilly was beginning to get the feeling that System Wide Announcements were not a normal occurrence on the plane. While Ichiro spoke, his long footsteps led them to a part of the city that Tilly had not yet had a reason to visit. The building they approached seemed to have made it through the transition untouched, just like his shack. Wide timbers supported graceful inverted arches leading up to squared peaks. The building was a work of art, surrounded by carefully tended sand gardens and a small manmade stone creek that turned the whole structure into a sort of island. Two lapin guards wearing Hiro¡¯s colors stood before a large round gate door that looked more ceremonial than defensive, showing the stages of a moon in transition. The guards opened the doors at Ichiro¡¯s approach and their small group moved through without saying a word. Past the gate was a simple stone pavilion with a low table prepared with cushions. Ichiro moved to the side and gestured to the rest of them to sit. As they took their seats, Mochizuki stepped out from the main building wearing a Kimono and carrying a tray laden with cups and a steaming teapot. The two from the church said nothing and Tilly decided to follow their lead as Mochizuki set out and poured five cups before settling down at the table next to Ichiro. As opposed to her normal business-like garb, the kimono she was wearing displayed a flock of red birds in flight and looked elegant on the lapin. Tilly even noticed a subtle application of makeup that matched the hue of the pattern gracing the edges of her eyes and cheeks. ¡°May the Light ever Shine,¡± Ichiro pronounced, lifting his small cup of tea, before taking a long slurp. ¡°Thank you for your hospitality,¡± Mateus answered solemnly, raising his cup along with his companion and taking long sips of their own. Tilly belatedly followed their lead, Mochizuki matching his awkward timing with a wink as they took their own drinks. They all set their cups down and Tilly noted that the moment had the feeling of ritualistic importance. Mochizuki stood and began to refill their cups gracefully, ¡°My Lord, allow me to introduce Mateus, former steward of the fallen empire¡¯s Temple of Light, and with him, Reginald high ranking servant from the Tower of Light itself and most probably, the head of their espionage network¡­¡± she said, allowing a small smile to grace her lips as the droopy-eyed man''s frown deepened considerably. Ichiro gave a small bow to the two, ¡°You are welcome in my home gentlemen. Now let us be about our business, you can imagine why we reached out to you. Would you mind telling us why you replied with such a high authority?¡± B3. Ch. 3 Alliances Mateus looked over at the droopy-eyed man, not quite concealing his shock. The man, to his credit, softened his frown considerably as he answered, ¡°It is good to see you continue to surprise. Your Faction, considering its unaligned nature is doing far better than it has any right to. This, of course, must have as much to do with your unique Patron as it does your obviously talented people.¡± He allowed with a nod towards the female lapin as she finished serving the tea. The man¡¯s eyes briefly skated over Tilly as he considered their surroundings, and Tilly was now sure that he was taking in far more than he seemed to be. ¡°You¡¯ll need connections and backing as you begin to interact with the more powerful factions on the plane, and frankly, we desperately need the resources you represent.¡± He admitted his voice unnaturally even. ¡°Corruption is wreaking havoc on the Plane. Dynasties are falling, kings are being usurped, and even our oldest enemies seem to be shifting in the upheaval. Our most powerful traditions are poorly matched against this new rising darkness, so I am here to find out as much as I can in hopes of bringing back some sort of solution, and possibly new allies to the Tower of Light. However, with that last System-Wide announcement, I can only stay for a short time¡­¡± He trailed off, leaving a vacuum in the conversation. Before Tilly could speak, Ichiro answered, ¡° ¡°We are prepared to exchange all we know for your latest information on the state of your network and the balance of Light and Dark on the plane. We will likely choose to work with you, but we want the best information before deciding to fully commit to a partnership..¡± ¡°Understandable, and in the spirit of cooperation, accepted. But know that it is a sign of how close we are to collapse that you are speaking to me at all¡­¡± The Spymaster answered fixing them all with a flat-eyed stare, which the lapins returned with serene indifference. ¡°I will limit this information to our immediate standing across the plane without getting into too many details until we have a more formal-¡± Another rumble rolled through the ground beneath them, this one not coinciding with an announcement at all. The two lapins and Reginald¡¯s heads snapped in the same direction while Mateus and Tilly just looked at each other in confusion. Tilly made to get up, but Ichiro lifted his hand in a calming motion. ¡°Whatever it is, it is coming from the Temple. We will investigate as soon as this meeting is done, Jonathan Tillman, but for now, we assume it is something to our benefit¡± ¡°Do these occurrences happen often?¡± The droopy-eyed spymaster asked blandly. ¡°More often than you would think. Although most of the time it is a little more flashy.¡± Tilly answered with a small smile. ¡°Very well¡­ I will keep this brief. In living memory, the Tower¡¯s primary concern has been the Blasted Lands. The Six Thrones seek to subvert the ascension of power to a primarily demonic process, eliminating all other paths of progress. Unfortunately, the reality is that they would have succeeded long ago, except for two main factors.¡± He said, lifting his two fingers. ¡°First, their constant infighting. There have hardly ever been Six princes to sit the Thrones. Every time it has occurred, the fragile balance we fight for has been put at risk, yet thankfully, these times have always been blessedly short. Primarily, this is due to the second factor that has kept them from overwhelming the Powers of the plane: Us. ¡°Much of the light works out in the open to oppose the darkness, we may be much smaller militarily, but we form a united front to their divided collisions and we have spent millennia investing in allies to call upon for the times when the Pits spew their filth unto the Land. But there is another arm of our Order, the only visible branch of which is the Forsaken. We destabilize the hierarchies of the Pits whenever possible and have always succeeded in weakening the threat before it became unstoppable.¡± As he explained all of this, the bored expression slowly slipped from his features, as deep furrows of exhaustion revealed themselves. ¡°This last year has been an unprecedented year of silence from our sources. Something new has risen to power there¡­ Our agents have either been killed, or gone to ground and all we know is that the Six Thrones are once again filled and united to some new purpose. For the first time in its history, our Order has failed to penetrate the shadowy hierarchies of the Pits, and we are blind to the machinations of our ancient foe. We can only assume this has to do with the advent of Corruption across the plane. The announcement we just received further confirms my worst fears. Everything is about to change, and we are on our back foot, blind and behind the curve.¡± He finished gravely. ¡°And what news from your Patron?¡± Mochizuki asked in a respectful voice. At that, the Spymaster winced, ¡°News from the Divine Realm is perhaps even graver than that on the plane. Our Lady says that all of the old alliances remain unchanged on their face, no deity has declared any new alignments, but the landscape of the realm itself is changing rapidly. It unravels at the seams, and both sides are pointing at each other in blame. Due to the Divine Compact, they will limit their conflict to this plane, or risk ripping our reality apart, but She can feel her influence waning. Frankly put, we need whatever hidden player you have behind you on the field, and we need Him yesterday.¡± He declared, looking at each representative of the alliance in the eyes and allowing his gaze to linger on Tilly.Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions. ¡°Whatever Corruption is, its influence is still too hidden for us to combat, and even when we find it, it proves far more resistant to our holy magics than any darkness we have ever encountered. The only piece of information that has given us any hope is the reports of your Faction and its victories against this new enemy¡­¡± Then Reginald¡¯s intense gaze sharpened, and the blandness surrounding his features fell away. Tilly suddenly found twin beacons of light shining behind his dark Irises, almost too bright to meet. They reminded him of a full eclipse, with the light almost completely obscured, and yet still shining with an intensity that had left him blinking away after images for minutes afterward. Tilly¡¯s Identify pinged again, this time revealing a different class and level above the man¡¯s head. Level 113 Counter Intelligence Asset Director Then, reality winked and everything was back to its bland normal. The Hall Attendant looked over the table at them with that same vague expression, ¡°It is important to me that I express the truth of our dire situation, but it is equally important for you to keep in mind that we are far from powerless. Our Order has turned away calamity uncountable times, much to the thankless indifference of many of the ¡®Neutral Powers¡¯... We will do so again, but we are asking for your help. Will you stand with us?¡± Ichiro took a deep breath, and looked over at Tilly, ¡°We discussed this possibility when we sent out Mochizuki, and the Alliance is open to this partnership, especially if the extent of our political relationship remains hidden. But we need your input on this, I get the sense that our Patron is open to any and all partnerships that align with the values we have pursued so far¡­ but ultimately, we wanted you at this table if possible. What do you think?¡± Everyone turned toward him, waiting expectantly, and Tilly swallowed down the quick and easy agreement he had on his tongue. He typically liked to take things at face value and almost all of his interactions with these guys had been above board, but he wasn¡¯t naive. Where there was power, there was abuse, and he was sure that as good as its intentions were, there would be parts of this partnership that would grate on them or even conflict with their goals as a new nation. But ultimately, they were long on problems and short on allies. If they could take on an agreement with Vampires, then it would be hypocritical to deny the church of Light based on general suspicion. That wasn¡¯t even taking Origin into account¡­ Tilly sighed and closed his eyes, taking a moment to school his breathing and think through his opinion on this and the ultimate direction of the Alliance. He could no longer just react, going with his gut. He had influence now and a responsibility to these people. He needed to give this moment the gravity it deserved. As he chewed on the idea of the partnership between the church of the Light and the Alliance, the flame at his center crackled on merrily without concern. The idea did not move him either way, and he was pretty sure they had the freedom to make this agreement without reprisal. So far Origin had been very hands-off when it came to ¡°commands¡± or ¡°rules¡± but at the same time, Tilly hadn¡¯t missed how much intervention there had been on their behalf as they pursued the impossible goals set before them. Whenever they had stretched themselves to the limit reaching for something far beyond them, there had always been some small piece to fall into place, making the impossible slightly more probable. So far, their goal had mostly been survival, and the question of what else Origin wanted had seemed like a problem for the future. But here they were, the areas were getting grayer and the questions becoming more nuanced. So far as he knew, the Alliance wasn¡¯t facing destruction in the next couple of weeks, and that breathing room gave them a lot of options. What were Origin¡¯s ultimate goals? It was pretty clear that the Light wanted to protect the plane from total domination from their opposites. This goal was noble in a lot of ways, but it was all too easy for Tilly to imagine how many shortcuts could be justified for the sake of the ¡®Greater Good¡¯. Especially a ¡®Good¡¯ administered by the church itself. But just because the institution was imperfect, didn''t mean inaction and apathy was the answer. The flame within him had roared in opposition to any sort of compromise or cowardice, and Tilly was very clear on how passionately Origin felt about cleansing the world of Corruption. It almost felt like taking a step forward was much more important than doing everything perfectly. He opened his eyes and looked into Ichiro¡¯s collected patient expression. The Lapins and other leadership had probably already thought through much of this, and would never agree to something that could be used to put them into anything but an advantageous position. They just needed to make sure there wasn¡¯t some sort of supernatural input they were missing before moving forward. He could give that to them if Origin had something to say, Tilly was listening, but until then, they could push forward. Tilly slowly nodded, turning to look at the church representatives with a serious expression to underline his answer, ¡°For what it is worth, I think my Patron would be fine with us partnering, I am not sure what His ultimate goals are, but everything I have seen from you seems to line up with what I know about Him. So as long as we don''t discover some sort of twisting of the ideals you claim, we can work together." Reginald nodded along with his words before answering in kind, ¡°Our policy mirrors that quite closely. We will work with anyone until they show themselves actively opposed to our mission. We feel confident that you will not fall into this category, but rest assured, if you ever stray, we will know.¡± At that Ichiro cracked a large smile, and pulled a scroll out from his sleeve, ¡°Wonderful. We look forward to working out the details, but we are very much in favor of mutual support. In light of this, we have prepared a full intelligence report on our experience so far with both our enemy and the broad strokes of what we have gathered about our Patron.¡± He said, handing the scroll over to Reginald, who flicked his wrist and caused it to disappear. ¡°Very good, I¡¯ll leave the rest to Mateus, who has been empowered to negotiate on our behalf and will be the one we leave as our representative here, if that is amenable to all present?¡± ¡°I would be honored to establish a long relationship of mutual support,¡± Mateus added solemnly. Before Tilly or Ichiro could answer in the affirmative another rumble, more massive than the previous two combined rolled through the city. The group rose uncertainly to their feet looking in the direction of the mountain. Ichiro opened his mouth, perhaps to suggest they end the meeting prematurely when a deafening roar sounded out over the valley. Followed by a voice so deep, that it it shook the stone walls of the building. ¡°Come and swear fealty to your new Lord, ants. I have awoken, and your reckoning is upon you.¡± B3. Ch. 4 Pissing Contest Tilly shared a brief look with Ichiro before surging to his feet. ¡°I may have misjudged this one, my friend¡­¡± He said sheepishly, rising just as fast as Tilly, ¡°I am sorry gentlemen, but it seems our time must be cut short.¡± He called, already moving with Tilly toward the door. Whatever that was, Tilly was sure it wouldn¡¯t wait forever before rampaging through the city. So he pumped his arms for all that he was worth, bursting past the confused guards, and onto the street, making a bee line to the main road. Ichiro easily caught up and held pace with Tilly as they ran at what must have been thirty or forty miles per hour through the city and out into the empty camp. The roads were still mostly empty, but Tilly heard distant screams coming from the parade ground as the people despaired in the face of another unexpected threat. A grim part of Tilly¡¯s mind couldn¡¯t help but admit that the voice had sounded far too close to the snake god manifestation for comfort. If they were facing something like that, Tilly had no clue what he could possibly do to stop it¡­ Not that it mattered. He and a few others were all this place had. Tilly felt a wind blow past him and caught a brief glimpse of Erash astride something furred with too many legs followed closely by Hiro, Linus, and Threstus whose full sprint vastly eclipsed his own. Tilly¡¯s lungs were already burning, and he sorely felt his lack of real stats in anything but Endurance. Instead of whining about it, he just doggedly poured on more speed. The tents and long house were almost a blur as they moved through the camp coming to where the road diverged. One path stayed straight, snaking up the mountain toward the temple, the other curved with its base, leading around to its rear where the quarry and mine had been discovered. This path was broader and had seen the passage of hundreds of carts over the last month as resources had been pulled into the Alliance¡¯s projects at breakneck speeds. As they circumvented the base of the mountain, a deep chuckle resounded from up ahead, ¡°And so the ants send their finest little soldiers¡­ Perhaps a demonstration is in order?¡± The words rumbled through Tilly¡¯s ribcage like speakers at an EDM concert and he struggled to breathe through condescension dripping from the powerful voice. They turned the last bend in the road to find the others stopped short before something that had once been a fanciful possibility, even on Nephesh until this moment. The entrance to the mines had been shattered open into a gaping hole in the side of the mountain by the emergence of an actual Dragon. It sat before the mouth of the subterranean passage with its head reared up and smoke cascading from between its huge teeth. Tilly stuttered to a stop well short of the others, who stood dwarfed before their three-story opponent. Their weapons seemed less than impotent in their hands as they stood opposite the legendary creature. Level ??? Heart Fire Dragon ¡°Dragon, by what authority do you claim this land?¡± Hiro shouted up. Its teeth flashed in what could only be a predatory smile, as a blue light began to kindle behind its eyes, and a matching glow built deep in its throat. ¡°My own,¡± he spat, opening his jaws wide. The blue of that flame was unmistakable to Tilly and even as the others in front of him sprinted out of the path of the breath attack, he stepped forward and shouted the first thing that came to mind, ¡°I recognize your flame Dragon, for it is the same as my own!¡± Along with his words, he activated Wrath¡¯s shroud and screwed his eyes shut as the dragon belched forth a torrent of azure flame. An unimaginable heat washed over him, and he felt his armor shift in response to its new environment. The scorching sensation drilled into every nerve of his body, but just like with his flame Abilities the sensation was accompanied by no pain, and after a few seconds the feeling abated and Tilly opened his eyes. He found himself in the middle of a huge arc of incinerated foliage. What little grass had remained near the quarry basin had been turned to ash, and any shrubbery left in the area had been turned to ash. Thankfully, Tilly caught sight of the rest of his companions just outside of the blast radius as a frustrated rumbling snarl echoed off the rock walls surrounding the group. ¡°This is becoming an irritating pattern! What are you? And how do you draw strength from my Hoard?¡± The metaphysical weight had receded from the dragon¡¯s voice, and Tilly found it much easier to think now that each word wasn¡¯t pounding into his psyche like a battering ram. ¡°What do you mean draw strength from your hoard?¡± Tilly shouted back, waving back the others. Something wasn¡¯t adding up here. This wasn¡¯t some random attack, and it was certainly not a coincidence that the dragon had access to Origin¡¯s flame. Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. The smoldering blue flames dancing in the back of the dragon¡¯s throat began to wane as the creature itself looked back toward the new giant opening it had created and took a deep breath in through its ridged nostrils. The vanguard of the Alliance¡¯s elites stood ready even as the dragon seemed to have momentarily forgotten their presence. Instead after its deep breath in, it began to mutter under its breath. ¡°She said¡­ the Scorch signified¡­ consolidated¡­ not absorbed.¡± Tilly was able to catch snatches of the dragon¡¯s musing as it lost itself in discovering the answer to a puzzle it had just discovered. Not wanting to lose initiative completely, Tilly decided to do something stupid. Possibly the stupidest thing he had ever done, but he was more than sure that inaction would result in something worse. ¡°Now I am asking! By what authority do you claim our Faction?¡± Tilly shouted, evoking Flame¡¯s Wrath to punctuate his words, displaying mastery over the same element the dragon had just wielded. The dragon¡¯s head whipped back around, and the sharp iris¡¯ dilated as its head dipped to better take in Tilly¡¯s form. In the face of its incredible form, Tilly was again struck by the stupidity of what he was about to attempt. He jostled the bracelets now adorning his wrists, irrationally checking to make sure they were still there as the dragon leaned in to examine Tilly, giving him an up-close and personal view of its primal and terrifying form. The sheen of its scales was a matte metallic grey, and above its eye ridges were the beginnings of two large horns, one ending in a razor point, and the other broken off just above its base. As it lowered its head to Tilly¡¯s level, its lips pulled back in a prominent display of something that might have been a smile. ¡°Ah, one of the Hairless Monkeys¡­ Your kind has always had trouble knowing their place. I Claim these lands by right of power. Normally I would incinerate all of you, and just speak to the next two-leg to show up trembling with tribute¡­ But it seems that you are tied to my Hoard somehow, and I do hate to let something so novel go to waste.¡± ¡®Pissing contest it is¡­¡¯ Tilly¡¯s mind went into overdrive as the dragon''s answer confirmed what he had suspected. His heart tried to gallop out of his chest as he answered in a surprisingly disinterested tone. ¡°Incinerate is a big word. That felt more like a warm breeze if you ask me. You know, if your claim is based on power, then I challenge you to a simple exchange of blows. Your best against my best. The one left standing lays claim to the land.¡± The dragon¡¯s eyes dilated even further, and it let out a hiss that sounded more like a steam engine putting off pressure than something that you would expect from a reptile. ¡°You Dare-¡± ¡°I dare all day, big guy!¡± Tilly interrupted with a shout, despite the newly renewed force of the dragon''s words making Tilly¡¯s knees knock. ¡°I¡¯ll even let you have the first shot! But fair warning, you might want to try something besides that little candle flame you¡¯ve got hidden back there-¡± The dragon roared in outrage, and Tilly felt both his ears pop as the tender drums inside ruptured. In his peripherals, he saw Hiro drawing back his blade, and Erash muttering a spell under her breath, even as her eyes scanned the quarry mouth for some escape. Tilly again waved them down, and Ichiro shouted something that Tilly could no longer hear. The dragon finished its roar and reared back its head, ¡°Very well, meet your end.¡± It growled, somehow making itself heard even through Tilly¡¯s temporary deafness. Then its head flashed forward, and Tilly barely managed to register the movement in time to activate [Resolute]. Teeth closed in and an indescribable pressure pushed in on the upper half of Tilly¡¯s body, which had been momentarily bolstered by the full might of the System. Like the flame before it, Tilly experienced the full terrifying weight of the creature''s power, but none of the accompanying destruction such an attack should have produced. Then as fast as it had appeared, the jaws enclosing Tilly¡¯s body were gone. He was left standing there and had to pull on every ounce of will he had to keep from collapsing on the ground in terror at the sheer animalistic ferocity that had accompanied the strike. ¡°What Trickery is this?!¡± The dragon growled, looking around at the others as if trying to unravel some plot. ¡°No trickery, just hard-earned power. Same as yours I am sure¡­¡± Tilly called out distractedly as he engaged the power thrumming through his bracelets.
You are about to activate Celestial Bracelets of Substitutional Might. Select one of your following Stats to exchange values with your highest. This effect will last ten breaths. >Strength >Intelligence >Wisdom >Dexterity >Constitution
Tilly mentally selected Strength and felt ice shoot into his veins from one of the bracelets, extracting something from his body as the other bracelet poured fire in. The new energy did not replace what was lost, instead carving its own painful path through each strand of his musculature. The dragon focused back on Tilly, baring all his teeth anew, ready to strike again, and Tilly knew he had to keep its pride on the line if he was going to have any chance of living out the next few moments. ¡°What? Afraid of one little hit from a ¡®hairless monkey¡¯?¡± He called goadingly through the intense sensations wracking his body as the exchange finished pulling and pushing on Tilly¡¯s soul like a pair of toddlers fighting over a new toy. His muscles ballooned under his armor, which seamlessly grew in size to accompany his newly engorged form. As the transformation finished, his tendons screamed, and his bones creaked under the new strain of the immense strength now coiled within his form. ¡°This farce is a waste of my time¡­ I can smell divine magic on you, but know this¡­ Our kind was around long before those uppity newcomers took their place on this plane. No little magic trick is going to save you after you expend yourself against my superior form¡­¡± It said, raising its head and thrusting out its chest where thick ridges of metallic-looking scales overlapped each other in a display of natural armor that was unmatched on Nephesh. Tilly had pulled up his notification log as the dragon monologued and smiled even as he crouched down, groaning through the immense pain that his now inadequate Endurance and Constitution forced his new Min-Maxed form. None of that mattered though. He just needed to get in one hit¡­ and with the title he had just temporarily gained, he was pretty sure he was about to rock this dragon¡¯s world.
Warning, you no longer fulfill the requirements for the Title: [Resolute]. The title has been revoked but can be regained if the requirements are met again in the future. Congratulations! You have earned the Title: [All-Might] [All-Might]: Your Strength Stat is higher than all of your other Stats combined. As long as this remains true, you may empower a single strike with double your Strength once per day.
B3. Ch. 5 Serious Hatchet Throw Tilly took a deep breath in and carefully drew his hatchet back, taking great pains to keep his movements slow and deliberate. His Strength Stat was now at 169 and in a moment for a single strike, he would double it to 338¡­ and with his Endurance now down to a measly 28, he was fairly sure he was going to do more damage to himself than to the dragon. Not that he had much of a choice. He may have been new to this world, but he could tell right off the bat that the dynamic unfolding was one that was going to end up getting someone killed. He was more than betting that dragons didn''t know the meaning of mercy or compromise and if he didn''t do something to flip this script, everything was going to fall to shit, and fast¡­ ¡°Ready, dragon?¡± He called, exhaling his third breath since activating the bracelets. A snarl of teeth from the ancient killing machine was the only answer as the dragon stood stoically, ready to take any blow the human before him could dish out. ¡°Alright, here goes nothing¡­¡± He muttered to himself, holding the weapon in a motion that felt eerily similar to Ichiro''s demonstration of his will-imbued strike at the top of the mountain a month ago. He took another slow breath in, holding it as he began the forward motion of the throw. Contrary to his initial instincts with axe throwing, each throw started in the opposite foot and moved up the body in a whip-like release of potential energy. As the slow twist began to pick up speed, he exhaled, activating [All-Might] just as his shoulder started to rotate in its socket, moving his arm forward in a baseball-style, over-the-head throw. Anticipating just how different his body was with his new Strength, he had been moving as intentionally as possible, but that all changed with the activation of his title Ability. A concussive blast went off like a cannon right next to his deaf right ear, and something like the Hand of God slammed his body down into the rock of the quarry. The rock attempting to support his legs cracked and exploded into a crater as every bone in his body fractured. This was the summation of both Tilly¡¯s hopes and fears when he had first read about the Celestial Bracelet''s power, incredible power at the price of any sort of balance. His Ax-Throwing Skill was at a respectable 31 and he felt it guiding his limbs even as he applied almost 10 times more force to the motion than he ever had before. It just barely allowed him to instinctively adjust his motions as his body was decimated by Newton''s third law. That, plus whatever magic bullshit logic made his Title possible in the first place, allowed him to follow through correctly, finishing the throwing motion even as blood vessels ruptured and muscles ripped free from ligaments with the unparalleled internal force he had just violently subjected his body to. The sensation of broken glass being shoved into every square inch of his flesh suffused his mind. The few nerve endings that were still intact fired off at him so fast that he was practically being electrocuted as he collapsed into a literal boneless heap. A 10.0 earthquake whose epicenter was twenty yards in front of Tilly went unnoticed as he focused all of his shattered mind on forcing his body to take its next shallow breath. Six breaths later the Bracelet¡¯s effect reversed, and the nightmare of world-ending pain was reduced to simply overwhelming as his herculean Endurance was restored, imparting an otherworldly resilience to his remaining bodily functions. It didn¡¯t heal any of the damage, but it slowed the plummeting of his health bar to something just shy of fatal. Then a wave of warm blue flames washed over him, slowing the fall of his health even further. The first wave was followed by another, and then another, until finally the downward trend started to reverse course, and his ruined body began to reknit itself. At some point, his agony was reduced to a dull roar, and his hearing was restored just in time to catch a roar of fury dampened by a newly created barrier of hundreds of tons of collapsed rock. ¡°Alright, I have stopped the worst of it, but it took a quarter of my Mana to do it. He had more Debuffs than I have ever seen in a single person.¡± Erash called from the side. Her report was met with a deep chuckle from right over Tilly and he opened his eyes to find Threstus, Hiro, and Ichiro standing over him. ¡°Do you ever run out of surprises human? Actually don¡¯t answer that. It is too much fun being around you, and I don''t want the magic of it ruined.¡± Threstus smirked as Hiro continued to shock the world with the basso sound of his actual laughter. ¡°I never took you for a slapstick man.¡± Tilly groaned up at the laughing lapin. The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. ¡°Jonathan Tillman, I know not what that term means, but I must admit a deep enjoyment of such an unexpected reversal of situations.¡± The Guardian answered, his deep basso chuckle slowly dying, as Ichiro reached down and helped Tilly up. The motion hurt, but Erash¡¯s spells were doing their work, and he was able to bear the weight of his own body as he stood shakily on his feet. The roar ceased and the recently collapsed opening that Tilly had apparently knocked a dragon through began to pour forth smoke and heat. ¡°Ah.. that can¡¯t be good. I can¡¯t imagine it''s going to be too happy with you, human.¡± Threstus stage whispered as the small party considered the magma-like slag beginning to flow in rivulets from the cracks in the rubble. ¡°A fight with such a creature would not have gone well for us¡­ But perhaps we will now have some amount of its respect?¡± Ichiro added although Tilly couldn¡¯t tell if it was a statement or a question. Others started to arrive at the mouth of the Quarry, and Hiro split a sharp glance between the forces arriving and the slag pouring from the mountain entrance. ¡°Threstus, get them out of here. However this goes, we can perhaps limit the damage to those of us who have initially confronted the creature¡­¡± ¡°On it,¡± Threstus answered, turning toward the arrived troops and sprinting away in a flash, before reappearing before their ranks, and turning them back. Finally, enough of the collapsed rock was melted away, that the flame behind its transformation burst forth, shooting up at an angle like a hellish geyser. The small group flinched before the display and Hiro whispered, ¡°Spread out. Jonathan, for better or worse, you are on point. We need to find a way to de-escalate the situation, and if possible, find out how it got here. If you are unsuccessful, we will surrender or attack, depending on how this unfolds.¡± With that, he leapt away to the right, more or less covering Erash, while Ichiro spread out to the left, leaving Tilly front and center for what was about to come out of that opening. The fountain of flames cut off, leaving a car-sized hole in the side of the mountain. Then the rumbling began again, and now that he was here to witness it, Tilly realized that it was the dragon shouldering his way through actual stone¡­ Thankfully by the time it burst through the opening, most of the slag had cooled to a glowing, but solid state, and Tilly was able to dodge the falling debris as the snarling mythical creature emerged. Its eyes immediately zeroed in on him, shooting forward in a slithering rush. Tilly was all out of tricks, so he did the only thing he could think of; he went full bullshit mode. Assuming as much nonchalance as he could physically force his tense body into, he rested his hands on his hips and held himself still at the dragon¡¯s approach, which stopped just short of striking Tilly. The dragon pulled up to its full height while keeping its neck coiled back, ready to strike. ¡°Remove this, Ape!¡± It snarled, smoke puffing out to emphasize each word. The Metaphysical weight crashed into Tilly along with the command, and everything about the dragon¡¯s aura poured forth fury and violence. But through it all, Tilly was shocked to find his hatchet head lodged deep in the dragon''s chest, just to the right of its sternum. Around the impact site were several shattered scales, and now that Tilly¡¯s face was just feet away, he could see steaming blood oozing from the spot¡­ ¡®That had been one hell of a hit.¡® Doing his best not to piss himself, Tilly looked up at the dragon with a scowl of indifference, channeling his favorite instructor in the fire academy. The guy had done every back-breaking exercise with the new recruits, outdoing even the biggest studs in the class. After PT was done, he would take off his fire gear, and drop the weight vest he kept on underneath. Sometimes, halfway through the worst of their workouts, he would get this crazy look in his eye, like he was willing to die, as long as it meant crushing them into the dust one more time. The guy was forty-five eating twenty-year-olds for breakfast and to this day was still one of Tilly¡¯s heroes, ¡°My name is Jonathan Tillman, and I don¡¯t have to do shit. If you want a round two¡­ just let me know.¡± He growled up at the dragon. The dragon''s eyes dilated to razor-thin pupils, and he lowered his head until it was inches from Tilly''s face, ¡°I will consume you and destroy this backwater if you do not heed me, Soul-Bound Hoard or not.¡± It hissed, pushing smoke into Tilly''s nostrils and eyes. Tilly did his best not to cough, and he waved away the acrid substance pooling in his face as his armor rose to cover his mouth and nose. ¡°Yeah, and how did that go for you the first time? I have another one of these with your name on it.¡± He snarled, patting the second weapon on his hip and forcing himself to lean closer to the closed jaws. They held each other¡¯s gaze for a long moment, and Tilly felt his fear begin to melt away. The flame in his chest had become a roaring inferno and he realized that some part of himself believed his own words. He had faced one mind-bending terror after another, and he had pulled through again and again, while each of them had ended up as ash. Maybe he couldn¡¯t go toe to toe with this thing, but that didn¡¯t mean he was some pushover. The dragon¡¯s Authority attempted to press him into the ground, but Tilly¡¯s Will burned just as hot, and raged against the pressure, using it as fuel to stoke his determination to new heights. Tongues of white flame began to dance in between them, bursting forth like sparks between two crashing rocks. Then the moment was over and the dragon pulled its head back and relaxed, eyeing the others and taking in a thoughtful breath through its nostrils, ¡°Yes¡­ you will do nicely. I did not anticipate this when she showed me the augmented Scorch, but I can feel your increase in strength affect my own. This new style of Hoard might work¡­¡± He muttered, looking past their group into the valley beyond. The sudden slackening of pressure caused Tilly to almost stumble, but he readjusted his footing and called up to the creature, who was now, once again lost in thought, ¡°Look, I can get my weapon out of you, but we need to know why you are here.¡± The dragon¡¯s eyes lazily slid back down to rest on Tilly, and its lips pulled back in an expression that could have been either a smile or hunger, ¡°Your question is moot, human. I was here long before your little group arrived, this is my domain, no matter what games we play. The question you should be asking is why have you been put here? Fate had woven us together, and the Watcher was crafty indeed to nudge things in this direction.¡± At this point, Hiro stepped back in, which was good, because Tilly was at a loss at the sudden change in direction the conversation had taken. ¡°Dragon, what do we call you and what would be required for us to share a common cause?¡± The dragon did not look over at Hiro as he took a long moment to answer, obviously no stranger to dramatics, ¡°My name is too rich for you to comprehend, but you may call me Brokenridge. As to my destiny¡­ I will ascend the peaks of the Contested Lands and take the Dragon Throne by right of conquest. You, my Soul-Bound Hoard will serve me in this.¡± B3. Ch. 6 Bloodbath Tilly shot a glance over at Hiro, trying to gauge if he understood anything about that answer. The only thing he could recognize was the reference to the Contested Lands, everything else might as well have been in another language. But, of course, Tilly was unable to read anything on the Guardian¡¯s stony face, who simply held the dragon¡¯s gaze with his crystalline eyes. Without even thinking about it, Tilly let out an explosive sigh, ¡°Why doesn¡¯t anyone answer direct questions on this plane? Look, Brokenridge, why do you keep calling us your Hoard, and what do you mean by ¡®giving you strength¡¯? What do you want from us? Because we aren¡¯t just going to follow you somewhere and fight in some dragon conflict.¡± Brokenridge shifted his front legs to focus back on Tilly. His snout twitched almost imperceptibly as he felt the continued bite of the axe head in his chest. Despite the obvious pain, his gaze fell back on Tilly, as if he was trying to unravel a particularly interesting riddle. Finally, he answered with something less opaque, ¡°It is not a question of you following me. Your strength is my own as long as you remain within the boundaries of my Domain. The Fatewatcher¡¯s gift changed everything about how the binding is set. I have given up the ability to absorb your worth permanently, but in exchange, the size of my Domain and the spectrum of things I can bind with has increased tenfold. I do not yet know what has augmented my breath attack, but I assume it is an artifact of unsurpassed power to be able to affect my form at such a fundamental level.¡± He explained in a slow voice, almost as much to himself as to them. As he spoke, Tilly realized that this creature was incapable of anything that even hinted at submission. Especially to those it thought lesser. Even the concession of giving an explanation was more due to a grudging acknowledgment of Tilly¡¯s prowess than any sort of willingness to compromise¡­ Its nature seemed obsessed with dominance, and since they would never be able to dominate it, the best they could hope for was some sort of mutually beneficial symbiosis. ¡°So the more valuable the treasure in your Hoard is, the more powerful you become?¡± ¡°It is known.¡± The dragon responded, Just then a huffing Shuji turned the corner of the rock walls of the quarry and gasped. Well, he had already been gasping, but this sound he made upon seeing the three-story creature built from muscle and scales was significantly higher than the noises before it. ¡°Uuuah! ... So it is true!¡± ¡°Shuji, you may leave us at once.¡± Hiro quickly ordered, still not sure where this conversation would end and not wanting to risk any more people than they had to. ¡°Ah, yes, Lord. Normally I would, but there is something you must know.¡± He stuttered as Brokenridge turned to consider the new addition to the group. ¡°Something has changed in the Crystal Chamber. A smoldering magical script that I have never seen rose up from the stone itself and wrapped around the chamber. When it happened, I was studying the new requirements for Faction advancement, and then the mountain started to shake. I must say the journey down was quite¡­ perilous.¡± ¡°Yes, Snack. You are correct. The Scorch that would normally enclose my Soul-Bound Hoard was changed in anticipation of one of these new Crystals Epochs ago. The boundaries of this Crystal¡¯s influence are now my own.¡± The dragon said, pulling in a long breath through its nostrils and closing its eyes in focus, ¡°I am not displeased with what you have here, I can taste the beginnings of power, but it is not nearly enough. Long tooth has sat his perch for far too many millennia, and with the change I feel coming in the Land, the time of challenge is upon us. I will plunder nearby powers and return with their greater strength. Then we will set off to conquer my Birth-right¡± Tilly was about to follow up with another question when Shuji gasped again, this time even more dramatically, if that was possible. He fell to his knees as he took in the drying slag that covered the ground of the quarry and the walls of the dragon''s passage. ¡°It can¡¯t be¡­ But of course¡­ How else?¡± He said, carefully picking up a still-hot piece of stone, now resembling something close to obsidian. He gingerly handled it within multiple layers of his robes and took in the still-glowing heart of flowing crystal, frozen in its strange shape by its exposure to the cool air around it. ¡°Oh, what is it now scholar?¡± Erash huffed keeping her eyes warily on the much more important threat, and quickly growing tired of the lapin¡¯s dramatics. ¡°Dragon Glass,¡± he whispered in reply. Erash froze in place, almost like a piece of glass herself, as her eyes once again scanned the ground before looking back up at the dragon, who at this point was oozing smug indifference. ¡°My father owns a Dragon Glass sword, and it is one of our chief treasures, you can¡¯t be saying this is all the same material¡­¡± Then with an irritated huff of smoke, the dragon intervened, ¡°Yes, yes. I have seen some of your kind scurrying behind in the wake of our power and collecting such things, but it is simply a poor byproduct of my might. Now, it is time for me to be off, there is some strength here, but you will need to grow much richer if you are to be of any use to me.¡± The dragon answered in a bored-sounding voice, hunching down as if to leap before once again twitching his lips in a snarl at the weapon still lodged in his chest.Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. Tilly waited in astonishment as he realized that the dragon was too proud to ask again, and would literally leave it in his chest to prove he wasn''t bothered by it. Teeth bared, Brokenridge repositioned his claws, putting the majority of his weight on his hind legs. ¡°Wait!¡± Tilly called, an idea forming as he belatedly registered that the nearest target in the dragon''s mind would probably be the Sanguine Order¡­ ¡°Let me remove that from you, mighty Brokenridge.¡± The dragon¡¯s studied indifference melted away, and another one of those predatory smiles cut across his elongated jaws, ¡°Very well, Little two legs. If you insist, it is in your best interest after all.¡± ¡°It¡¯s Tilly, not two legs, and I wish to make an agreement with you first. One that will multiply the strength of your Hoard.¡± ¡°And grow its riches!¡± Shuji added, looking up with a feverish glint in his eyes. Brokenridge eyed the small group in front of him, and the paltry, but not insignificant potential power they represented to him, ¡°State your terms, little¡­ Tilly. But do not think you have me at some sort of disadvantage. This,¡± He said, waving a claw at the tiny-looking hatchet in his chest, ¡°Is a pittance, barely a bother. I am still perfectly willing to destroy all of you if I see any advantage in doing so.¡± He finished, eyeing Tilly with such intensity that Tilly could almost feel those sharp teeth closing on his neck. Suppressing a shudder, he answered loudly, trying to shape out his argument in a way that would make sense to the predator, ¡°You want to strengthen your Hoard. This aligns with our goals perfectly, we also must grow stronger to survive. But some of the neighboring factions have allied with us, and if you attack them, you will diminish our power in any upcoming conflict.¡± ¡°You are incorrect, I will pillage what is of value, and then they will come here and submit to me as their new ruler. Their tribute will increase the value of this place significantly.¡± The dragon answered back, not at all interested in the petty agreements of his lessers. ¡°My lord Brokenridge, am I correct in assuming you slumbered through the last several epochs?¡± Shuji broke in, sensing the weakness of Tilly¡¯s argument in the eyes of a creature with a vastly different outlook on the plane. The dragon looked askance at the corpulent lapin, ¡°What care do I have at the minute changes to the world my kind still rules?¡± ¡°None! It is but a small thing!¡± Shuji declared, bowing repeatedly. Tilly had seen him adopt this sniveling behavior before and was not shocked to note that it seemed to work perfectly in redirecting the dragon''s attention. ¡°It is just that the last Epoch was aptly referred to as the era of Mercantile Domination. Along with it, came the establishment of two plane-wide institutions. The Guild of Commerce and the Auction House.¡± ¡°And what, Snack? You seem to be wasting my time, and from what I smell of you, I could eat you and it would be no great loss to my Hoard." Shuji straightened from his bow, something like a smug smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, ¡°These two institutions have made plane-wide trade possible. With your¡­ By-products and certain other magical discoveries we have recently made, we will soon be able to bring in vast wealth. War comes again to Nephesh and we seem to be in a position to supply essential arms to one side in exchange for¡­ tribute to your Hoard.¡± The dragon¡¯s eyes narrowed at Shuji¡¯s explanation, obviously not enjoying the idea that he did not already know something significant, ¡°How can that possibly be better than plunder?¡± he snarled. ¡°My lord, your might is unquestioned, and your power is awesome, but you can only plunder one place at a time. If you allow us a window to prepare, we will have powers from around the plane clamoring to offer us tribute in exchange for this.¡± He declared, lifting the now cool, but still glowing chunk of melted stone in his hand. ¡°Very well, you may do so¡­ while I go out and plunder.¡± The dragon concluded, rocking back on his rear legs and preparing to launch. ¡°Wait!¡± Tilly called, finally understanding the implications of Shuji¡¯s argument, ¡°It will be a waste of your time to plunder nearby allies because they will¡­ plunder themselves to trade for what we have. If we had enemies nearby, you could plunder them, but we have recently defeated our greatest threat, and they are scattered. Now, I am going to remove my weapon from your chest, are you ready?" Tilly followed up quickly, hoping to distract Brokenridge enough to pull him off this whole ¡®plunder¡¯ obsession. The dragon tossed its head unconcerned, ¡°Do as you wish human, such a small th- AAARRRGG!¡± he roared surprised as Tilly recalled the hatchet. To the shock of everyone present, including the dragon, a geyser of blood exploded out along with the absence of the weapon. Tilly who was still the only one standing a few yards in front of the wound found himself suddenly soaked in dragon¡¯s blood, which, as it turns out, burns terribly. ¡°AHHH!¡± He screamed, his voice joining the dragon in surprised pain. The dragon whipped its head down and blew out a river of flame over his wound, stanching it closed, and at the same time, bathing Tilly in fire once again. The whole group dodged away from the sudden melee and the floor of the quarry was once again flooded with blue fire. Erash leaped onto one of the high walls surrounding the mining operation, her staff already stretched forth to bathe Tilly in healing magic. All the while, she kept her eyes on the dragon to make sure its focus stayed wholly on Tilly and itself. Tilly for his part, managed to cover his face with his arms just before the blood hit him. Every piece of exposed skin began to boil and the dragon did not help anything by quickly following up with another face full of blue flame. The seconds before Erash¡¯s magic took effect seemed to last hours even as the flame rendered the blood¡¯s caustic heat inert. Tilly felt the burns all over his hands, head, and neck begin to heal, and he lowered his arms, eyeing the dragon in front of him in fury. His armor and weapons began absorbing the Mythic substance even before Erash¡¯s healing washed over Tilly and his notification icon began blinking excitedly, not that he paid it much attention as he took a few threatening steps toward the giant lizard. ¡°What the Hell!¡± Tilly shouted up at the dragon, brandishing one of his axes like he was about to throw it again. The dragon, for just a split second, almost looked chagrined, before laying on a snarl of its own and bringing its head back level with the furious two legs who had clearly forgotten its place. B3. Ch. 7 Friendships are Fire Brokenridge lowered his head until it was only a yard away from Tilly showing every one of his teeth, ¡°That was nothing but a lucky blow, human! The only reason I have not snapped you in two is your future usefulness to my cause!¡± he snarled. The aura of his bloodlust exploding outward, drowning the entire quarry basin in blood and fire. As it washed over Tilly, his fury stoked to new heights, pushing back against the sudden pressure attempting to lock him up in primal terror. Without conscious thought, fire rippled out from his center wreathing him in white and blue flames as his voice cut through the oppressive energy in challenge, ¡°Try it¡­ I already knocked you on your ass once, and I would love to do it all over again.¡± Tilly¡¯s almost felt like he was having an out-of-body experience as he bullshitted his way deeper into this hole, but his gut was screaming at him that backing down now could cost his friends their lives. He didn¡¯t have a choice, backing down was not an option, and he had positioned himself as the one to stand up to the dragon. Standing there, looking into those slitted eyes, everything became simple. He was walking a razor edge, but honestly, it''s not like his life was any more at risk than it had been the last four days. At that moment, he realized that if the dragon called his bluff, he was ready to fight again. Even worse, some part of him thought he might survive such an encounter. The broken thing inside of him that had rushed into burning buildings had now fully transformed into a new brand of insanity. One that might just be a perfect fit for the battle-crazy plane he now inhabited. That thought caused a smile to relax the edges of Tilly¡¯s glare. Face to face with a dragon that was inches from killing him, and he smiled. Here he was, threatening this legendary creature with a weapon that was smaller than some of its teeth¡­ The whole situation was so insane that the pressure building up in his belly reached a crescendo and demanded release. Laughter exploded from Tilly¡¯s mouth and tears pooled at the edges of his eyes. It might have been the last finger of his grip on reality letting go¡­ but whatever it was, it felt good. Really good. Brokenridge flinched back in shock at the explosive laughter, and shot glances at the human¡¯s companions, finding them no less confused than he was. His rictus snarl loosened at the sight and a deep rhythmic vibration started at the back of his throat. The bass of the sound shook the loose rock around the quarry, and the rest of the group looked back and forth at the dragon and the deranged human in shock. Even Hiro wore an expression that could have been characterized as mild indigestion. ¡°I like you, Human! You are going to need those balls for what is coming.¡± the dragon rumbled, relaxing his crouching stance, and revealing a patch of scarred leather where the hatchet and three scales had once been, ¡°I will delay my pillaging for one week. I need to sleep and consolidate my new Domain anyway. When I emerge, you will show me this tribute you speak of-¡± He declared, letting the last of his chuckles die, ¡°and if you fail in this, I will burn this pitiful city to the ground.¡± He finished, pressing his reptilian lips together in a hard line. ¡°You are here for a reason Brokenridge. Don¡¯t waste the opportunity. But if you want to go off, let me know, and I¡¯ll happily go another round with you.¡± Tilly answered arrogantly, looping back his hatchet and allowing the flames around his body to die. The dragon considered him for a long moment before snorting and turning to move smoothly back down the passage, leaving the group stunned at both the sudden arrival and the anticlimactic exit of the legendary creature¡­ A creature that now seemed to be a sort of ally, if a very dangerous one. As soon as the dragon was out of sight, the group looked at each other, and Tilly opened his mouth to say something, but Hiro held up his hand, gesturing instead to Erash, who shakily lifted her staff and whispered an incantation. The air around Tilly popped and the dragon''s movements cut off from his hearing. ¡°Such creatures are known to have incredible senses, let''s not take any chances,¡± Hiro stated looking down into the subterranean tunnel after the retreating creature. As soon as she was done, Erash shook her head to herself in disbelief, ¡°Just when I think I have a handle on what is next for this little Faction, everything is flipped on its head¡­ Somehow I can¡¯t shake the feeling that this too, was the doing of that witch¡­¡± She muttered to herself darkly, as her eyes swept the quarry basin now covered in solidified slag again, ¡°This will be impossible to work with, but would fetch a much greater price if we processed it ourselves.¡± ¡°Forget the rocks for a second-¡± Tilly broke in, his body beginning to shiver now that the gallons of adrenaline were done running roughshod through his system, ¡°A freaking dragon guys? How normal is this?¡± ¡°Surpassingly rare,¡± Shuji answered absently, ¡°I have read of three such occurrences across the plane in the last thousand years, but now the words of the world announcement and the Sovereign Crystal¡¯s transformation make much more sense. Which leads me to my other essential news.¡± His eyes sharpened as disparate pieces of information were synthesized in real time for the Librarian. ¡°The new Faction Upgrade requirements had followed the same pattern we expected, two of the more typical requirements and one Patron-specific Quest. The first requires two Epic-class buildings erected in our capital city, and the second requires an equivalent of 1 million Standard Gold of goods or services to pass through our borders. Both of these would typically be very difficult to achieve for a Faction of our size, but with our growing relationship with the church and several other atypical opportunities, it is feasible that we can have these two done in a matter of days¡­¡± He said, before pausing to lend his next words gravity. Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. ¡°The third requirement was to obtain the patronage of another Origin Facet, but as the dragon¡¯s magic interacted with the Sovereign Crystal, the requirement shifted¡­¡± He stated, opening his robe and allowing a sheet of paper to fly free, unfolding in the air before the group. Patron Quest Update: Assist the keeper of your Bond in deposing the Dragon King and obtain the chief treasure of his hoard, Origin¡¯s Breath, the Facet of Wind and Change. ¡°I came down immediately to inform you. In light of the plane-wide announcement and our new¡­ guest, I think we have to accelerate our plans.¡± Shuji concluded as the others scanned his copy of the new requirement. Ichiro was the first to speak, ¡°I will return to the representatives of the church, and continue negotiations. I believe our initial goals of a temple and an introduction to the Guild of Commerce should remain, but I also think we should pursue an Auction House location, leveraging our newly obtained resource as capital to facilitate this investment.¡± Ichiro added, gesturing with a sweeping hand at the transformed quarry. Hiro nodded along with his son''s words, before adding a somber warning, ¡°There will be ideas about what has happened here¡­ but we must keep silent for as long as possible. Opening ourselves to outside trade is a necessity. The great powers of Nephesh are now focused on the words of the Contested Lands and the coming conflict. If we are to begin supplying our side with as many effective weapons against Corruption as possible, then anonymity is our only option. Am I correct in the assumption that something as basic as a dragon glass arrowhead, when blessed by one of our priests, would be a significant multiplier in combat?¡± He asked turning toward Shuji and Erash. The question pulled Erash into the present from wherever her thoughts had taken her, ¡°That is very much correct, even a dragon glass emblem embedded in our warrior''s shields would radically boost their effectiveness on the field, and if we concentrated on spear tips and arrowheads, we would be able to equip almost all of our soldiers in a relatively short amount of time¡­ that is, if we can find a way to work with the material¡­ It took our greatest smith weeks to forge my father''s sword and he was an expert in non-metal materials.¡± She added doubtfully. At her final sentence, Shuji''s face lit up, and he pulled forth another sheaf of paper from his robe, scanning it quickly, ¡°Perhaps¡­ that will not be as large of a problem as we think. The largest rewards reportedly distributed to non-combatants occurred for our three Alchemists and the smithing complex. None of the individuals were offered a new class or unique items, but as the wave from the temple washed over their facilities, they each received an extraordinary upgrade. The Alchemy shop received a large contraption called a Synthiziser that will allow them to combine lower-grade materials and create higher-grade versions of anything used in alchemy, the possibilities of which are very exciting. The Smithy received something called a Neutrino forge, which they have yet to discover how to light¡­ ¡°The description, however, states that it can melt any substance down into a malleable state, and remove its impurities.¡± Shuji finished, reading from a report before handing the whole thing to Hiro smiling like a kid on Christmas. ¡°This is all rather exciting, isn¡¯t it? I am sure there will be a learning curve, but with this, I can¡¯t help but think that all of this is connected,¡± he concluded, grinning at the rest of the group. ¡°Yeah¡­ I get that feeling too. I just can¡¯t help but wonder where it is all going.¡± Tilly added a little more grimly than he intended. Hiro tucked away the rest of the report, taking Tilly¡¯s words in stride, ¡°We are the masters of our destiny, and will arrive at no destination except the one we choose.¡± He declared firmly, ¡°There is much to do if we are to prepare for the dragon¡¯s re-emergence, and whatever comes with it. Ichiro, your course of action is well chosen, make whatever promises you have to. We must obtain a Commerce Guild outpost and a currency exchange certification for our Faction. After that, we can petition an Assessor from the Auction House to evaluate us, and hopefully approve access for the Alliance. ¡°I will go and calm our people, setting them to work. Keep what happened here on a need-to-know basis until we have no choice but to reveal our association. We will do ourselves no favors by broadcasting our intentions to the wide world. Erash, please return to the Temple and use your limited Ability to Commune, we need to find out as much as possible about the meaning behind that announcement, and what our Patron''s goals are in regards to the Contested Lands.¡± Ichiro bowed and jogged off. Erash tilted her head in acknowledgment before gliding off absently, riding a mound of earth. The air around them popped again, and the noises of the outside world came flooding in as she left. ¡°Jonathan Tillman, I have a feeling you will have a pivotal role in each of these goals, let alone what will be asked of you as the specifics of this quest are revealed. But, for now, I ask that you remain here for the rest of the morning. I do not believe dragons are creatures of deception, but until we establish some sort of guard, it would comfort me to know you are standing watch here.¡± Hiro stated, before allowing a half smile to crack his stony visage, ¡°Especially because you seem to relish the idea of another chance to knock the beast down a peg or two¡­¡± The comment and accompanying smile were so surprising that Tilly couldn¡¯t help but chuckle, ¡° Yeah, I don¡¯t know what came over me¡­¡± He replied sheepishly. ¡°I do. You are our Champion, Jonathan¡­ When no others can make a way, you always do.¡± Hiro answered, with a calm confidence that remained unaffected by the insane changes his people had faced over the last two months. His words shook Tilly, not because they seemed false¡­ rather because Hiro¡¯s declaration, and how he made it, resonated so deeply with Tilly that he found himself both terrified and filled with hope. ¡°I will send a group to relieve you as soon as I can, and then I want you to get some rest. We will need you again soon, I am sure.¡± Tilly nodded, still trying to process what the Guardian had just said. Hiro clapped the human on the back and shot away, moving at what was probably a jog for him. With a sigh, Tilly turned back to the melted entrance to the dragon¡¯s cave and settled down into a meditative pose. As he watched the huge opening for a little longer, he realized he needed this time¡­ There was so much that had happened and he needed to consolidate his gains and process the cataclysmic events that had rocked his world over the last couple of days. He flicked his eyes up to his blinking notification icon, ¡°No better place to start¡± He muttered to himself, sitting in the center of a raging sea of melted stone and shattered glass. B3. Ch. 8 Gains Tilly settled into his meditative pose facing the mouth of the now huge cavern and pulled up his notification log, trying to make sense of the constant shuddering that seemed to be racking his armor and weapons.
Congratulations! Your Legendary Armor and Hatchets have been imbued with a new form! After absorbing Dragon¡¯s blood and flame, you have gained access to the Draconic Emissary armor set and Dragon¡¯s Fury hatchet Modifier. Draconic Emissary Armor set: Made from masterwork dragon leather, this set gives the wearer access to the Draconic Authority Skill and Primal Aura Ability. -Draconic Authority: The wearer¡¯s ability to resist aural pressures against their soul is multiplied proportionally to their willpower and self-perceived authority in a given area. -Primal Aura: You may exert Will on your surroundings, imbuing your words and actions with the first true power to rise on Nephesh. Dragon¡¯s Fury weapon modification: Through repeated exposure to flames at Legendary tier or higher and the absorption of dragon¡¯s blood, your hatchet heads have transformed. They now issue out a flat x2 damage modifier to any flame attack channeled through the heads of your weapons. Flame channeled in such a manner takes on the characteristics of Dragon¡¯s fire, including but not limited to the dissipation of weaker magics and the ability to burn in nonstandard environments.
Tilly couldn¡¯t help but release a low whistle at the jump in power his Growth-Type equipment had just made. He un-looped his hatchets as their shuddering grew even more intense, laying them on the ground before him and watching as the once-knapped stone heads melted and reformed. After the process began to cool, what was left was a mix between polished obsidian, and dragon glass, covered in smoldering red script. The leading edge of each hatchet head had a glittering edge polished into its tapered beard and was balanced by jagged hooked points extending opposite the blade. The antler handles remained but took on a scorched appearance, and Tilly got the impression they had hardened to a significant degree without losing any of their tensile strength. He took a few moments to appreciate just how dangerous the weapons now looked, more than hinting at the huge gain in damage output they had just experienced. The x2 modifier alone would be insane against any corrupted opponents, let alone the implications of his flame output taking on the characteristics of Dragon Fire¡­ Who knew what that meant? A few deep breaths later Tilly sent a gentle flex of his will toward his armor, and felt a shiver of response from the newly empowered set¡­ ¡®Ok, I have waited way too long to do this, but I need to know if you can change on command¡¯ he sent inwardly, now more sensitive than ever to the insubstantial bonds tying him to his equipment. Tilly mentally pushed toward the first transformation his armor had experienced, sending the impression of burning and overwhelming heat. His connection thrummed in response and he felt an almost physical click as his conscious desires connected with the item''s innate ability to transition into different forms. A ripple, starting at his neck, ran down the fur and leathers as they shifted into the deep yellow of the Sun Salamander hide. Tilly felt a cowl slide over his head, and a mask reach up to settle comfortably over his nose. Then with another thought, he shifted the armor to its Null Spider form, and just like that, he felt the addition of his Mana Overdrive Ability fall into place within his Pathways. A quick scan of his stats did confirm that his original bonus to Endurance from his base armor was not present in these other forms. But the utility was undeniable. ¡°... If I am careful how I pair these with my broken title-gaining capability-¡± He muttered lost in thought. When he had first read the description of his Celestial Tier reward, he had been cautiously optimistic. Each shift in stats only lasted ten breaths, and could only be done once per day. But that did nothing to diminish the insane usefulness that flexibility would give him depending on the situation, especially since they made the glaring weakness in his build much harder to pin down for any opponent that would be trying to plan for his power set in the future. However, when he had reread over the description of his [Resolute] Title, an idea had occurred to him¡­ did an equivalent Title exist for each of the Stats? And if they did exist, would activating one ¡®superlative title¡¯ keep him from activating the other on the ¡®once a day¡¯ reset? He had planned to test those questions out later today but had sort of been forced into an early attempt by the absolutely ridiculous conflict he had just barely survived bluffing his way through. That being said, Celestial was the highest Tier he knew of, and in retrospect, it was obviously something near the top of possible power on the plane. With a more typical Stat spread, this reward would have been amazing. With his skewed Stats¡­ He had just become a walking nuclear bomb of potential damage. The opportunity would only come once per day, but if he planned it right, he had just become a huge force multiplier against the mysterious powers aligning themselves against the Plane. While the change to his damage output was astounding. He also needed to get a better understanding of Draconic Authority. From his initial reading, it looked like it had great potential to help shore up one of Tilly¡¯s biggest weaknesses, his mental defense. That flaw in his build had been especially painful in the face of Igor the Vampiric Mesmer, who had completely disappeared after the battle, and the Prime Dirge. No one had any intel on where the local commander of the Horde¡¯s forces had gone and Tilly did not relish having to face him again. The idea of having something to shore up that area of his defense was a huge relief. With a thought, he used his newly discovered mental connection to push his armor toward its Draconic Emissary state. A ripple of scales emerged from the material layered over his body to create a completely unexpected look. He shot up from his meditative pose gawking down at his newest armor form. The material itself was not too unexpected, a sort of metallic snakeskin, but that was not what had his eyes almost bugging out of their sockets in shock¡­. No, that award went to the fact that the whole set had formed something akin to a three-piece dragon skin suit, complete with a white silk dress shirt, a blood-red tie, and scaled dress shoes¡­ Tilly was so caught up in the moment that he even checked to see if the armor had generated a solution to his ongoing underwear problem. Nope. Despite that disappointment, looking down, Tilly couldn¡¯t help but notice that at some point in recent history, he had become the owner of a six-pack. The dad-bod paunch had departed over the course of weeks of intense physical training paired with the modest diet provided by the Alliance. His new trim figure was emphasized in every way by the slim-cut suit unlike his typical bulkier leather and fur armor. He buttoned his shirt and jacket back up with an uncomfortable frown, feeling like some strange combination of a fantasy Gucci model and snakeskin enthusiast. ¡°Really?¡± He growled down at the unbelievably ostentatious-looking ¡®armor¡¯, ¡°What am I supposed to do with you, hit a fashion show?¡± He demanded of the equipment, which now exuded a smug feeling of superiority. Its crisp lines and perfect fit screamed ¡®Pretentious A-hole¡¯. Tilly was about to command it to revert back to the base form when he remembered the new skill and Ability that came with the set. This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. He pulled up his Skill list to take a look at how the system was registering it, filtering out any Skills that hadn¡¯t changed in the last couple of hours.
Skills: -Beginner Hatchett level 30 > 32 -Ax Throwing Level 31 > 38 -Draconic Authority Level N/A
¡®Nice! Got a couple of Level gains from that insane attack! Of course, ¡®N/A¡¯ tells me nothing¡­¡¯ He thought ruefully, before attempting to somehow activate the Skill despite its lackluster description:
-Draconic Authority: The wearer¡¯s ability to resist aural pressures against their soul is multiplied proportionally to their willpower and self-perceived authority in a given area.
Nothing happened, and Tilly could find no internal sense of how to apply the skill. But that probably had something to do with needing an aura to ¡®resist¡¯ in order for its effects to be felt. Also what the hell did that last part of the description mean? ¡°Self-perceived authority¡± That one had to win the award for vague and unhelpful language¡­ Only slightly discouraged by his almost immediate failure, he pulled up his new Ability,
-Primal Aura: You may exert Will on your surroundings, imbuing your words and actions with the first true power to rise on Nephesh.
Unlike the Skill, he could feel this one hovering like a veil around his core. Almost hesitantly, he tried to ¡®flex¡¯ it, and nothing happened, in fact, the veil became more solid, further dampening the ¡®heat¡¯ being released from his fiery core. To a degree, he was now constantly feeling the heat of his mana radiating along his Pathways, and even exuding from his skin to a certain degree. Primal Aura seemed to make him aware of this barrier and even able to affect it in some way. Tilly studied the metaphysical formation for another couple of minutes before realizing something. He could feel different emotions woven into the fabric of the structure, things like Hesitance, Doubt, and even Anxiousness. Each of these emotions was pulling minute amounts of mana from his core into the structure to empower it, limiting the effect of his soul on his surroundings. He was the one unconsciously keeping the barrier in place¡­ The lines around his eyes deepened as he studied this newly discovered structure, following his Ability granted intuition and cutting off the mana flowing to the structure, relaxing his hold on his own power. Hazy streamers of heat started to dance all around him as the power contained in his soul billowed out into his surroundings. The sensation felt amazing like stretching a long restrained muscle and almost instinctively, he pushed into the sensation further, straining against his outer limits as his new aura flooded the quarry. A sudden and unrestrained smile pulled at his lips, revealing most of his teeth in a fierce grin. He felt¡­ Dangerous. Every battle he had won, every time he had beat the odds and come out alive. They had all left a mark on his soul. Even more notably, his intense hatred for Corruption and the seemingly endless wrath he had already poured out on its chosen vessels had purified his aura into something incredibly intense. His core flame now bathed the surrounding area in a heat that was more than just physical, it was spiritual. Small tongues of white and blue flame began to spontaneously ignite all over the quarry as Tilly explored this new sensation. The possible Plane-wide influence of his enemy, the countless legions that they would likely bring to bear, even the untold horrors waiting to be unleashed¡­ none of that fazed Tilly¡¯s Flame. The very thought of these things stoked the fire within him hotter, and to Tilly¡¯s dismay, it felt¡­ Hungry. No that wasn¡¯t quite right, the flame was not separate from him, it was him. And as he continued to flex his aura, an absolutely insane thought occurred to him. One that he couldn¡¯t shake, no matter how arrogant or foolhardy it seemed¡­ He was Ready. Suddenly, the feeling of superiority that exuded from the suit made sense. It was the armor embodiment of the greatest apex predator men had ever dreamed of. The suit offered him no stat bonuses or outward power, but he could already feel the way it was pulling out a part of his personality that he had hardly ever given free rein. He had never been an adrenaline junkie, and even now, he did not relish the thought of more battle. But he could not deny that he felt prepared to do what he had to, no matter what came against them. Perhaps challenging the Dragon had been the final straw to his perfectly human sense of self-preservation, or maybe he had lost it yesterday in the face of Kindle''s incredible sacrifice. He still didn¡¯t love how ridiculous he looked in the suit¡­ but as he drenched the quarry in the heat of his Aura, refined through the repeated pressures of facing foes far beyond his strength, he understood it. Whatever the next few months held¡­ there would be no more room for doubt or hesitation. He would have to leverage everything he had to make sure as many people made it through the other side as possible. The rest was above his pay grade and no longer his concern. Almost reluctantly, he sent the command to return his armor to its normal stat-enhancing state. The ten percent increase to Endurance would remain the most helpful addition to his build, plus Tilly felt eminently more comfortable wearing the snug moccasins and looser fitting primitive kit than any of the other forms. Seven days. Brokenridge said he would reemerge in seven days, giving Tilly just enough time to activate the Celestial Bracelets four more times, discover the other ¡®superlative titles¡¯, and gain a basic understanding of his new potential. He would let the others worry about buildings and politics. When this unhinged dragon reemerged from his cave, Tilly would be ready. It was time to go to war. Tilly settled back down and brought up the rest of his Character Sheet as he began to meditate, attempting to internalize all the changes he had experienced and get a handle on what he was becoming.
Jonathan Luke Tillman Level: 37 (12% EXP until next level) Display Name: Tilly Race: Human Class: Son of Flame Health: 100%(2.9% per min.) Mana: 100%(3.4% per min.) Status Effects: None Titles: [Harbinger], [Resolute], [Origin¡¯s Champion], [Trusted Gaijin], [Hostile Environment], [Scarred Heart], [Divine Wind], [All or Nothing], [Verdant Rebirth]
Stats: Constitution: 29 Endurance: 169 (185.9) Dexterity: 54 (59.4) Strength: 26 Wisdom: 32 Intelligence: 28 Abilities: -[Blue] Flame Strike -[Blue] Flame Expulsion+ -[Blue] Flame¡¯s Renewal+ -*Mana Overdrive -Wrath¡¯s Shroud -*Primal Aura
Skills: -Forestcraft level 19 -Identify level 23 -Cooking level 12 -Beginner Hatchett level 30 > 32 -Animal Processing level 9 -Stealth level 18 -Herb Lore Level 8 -Ax Throwing Level 31 > 38 -Dual-Wielding (Hatchets) Level 26 -Spirit Walk Level 20 -Meditation Level 16 -First Aid Level 38 -Draconic Authority Level N/A Equipment: Origin¡¯s Primitive Stone Hatchets: +10% to Dexterity. (Legendary, Growth-Type) +Imbued Ability: Recall. +Imbued Buff: Dragon¡¯s Fury Origin¡¯s Primitive Leather Armor: +10% to Endurance. (Legendary, Growth-Type) +Imbued Form: Sun Salamander +Imbued Form: Nullspider/Mana Engine Enchantment. +Imbued Form: Blood Mound Shambler. +Imbued Form: Draconic Emissary Celestial Bracelets of Substitutional Might: Swap your highest stat once a day with another of your choice.
B3. Ch. 9 Interlude Brokenridge Heartsflame Dragon His claws clicked deliciously against the stone floor as he fought to keep from outright laughing. Such luck! He had been prepared to risk much on the Fatewatcher¡¯s plan, his timeline having been set back astronomically. After all, what was boldness if not to fully extend your own neck to lunge at your enemy¡¯s exposed throat? But this was beyond his wildest expectations. Even now, his Dragon¡¯s Soul Binding continued to expand as he moved down the tunnel to what had once been his pitifully small treasure chamber. ¡®Now I have an entire nation as my own!¡¯ he snarled internally in triumph. He was still acclimating to this entirely new configuration of Scorch Binding, but he could already tell that everything within the boundary of this Faction¡¯s influence was his to draw on. It was a strange strength to be sure, but its bounty was undeniable. The thought of filling this mountain to bursting with treasure, and having an entire army to protect it while he went and obtained more was absolutely delightful. Laughter again began to rumble in his belly, starting to bubble up, before being cut off painfully at his chest, where that peculiar human had struck him a mighty blow, barely missing his heart¡­ Yes, seven days would be enough to fully establish a connection to his strength here and restore this insignificant wound. Then it would be time to multiply his strength and take what was his by right. He would rend Old Longtooth''s neck- An aura of old exploded in his Domain and Brokenridge¡¯s eyes dilated in sudden shock as he whipped his head around to charge back out and defend his treasure Horde from the interloper. Endless seas of burning black corpses, Raging hatred, Roaring determination. ¡®How had they already found him?¡¯ He thundered internally as fire poured freely from between his clenched jaws. He took in a long breath through his nostrils and sensed¡­ Nothing No other dragons, just the same little two legs he had left behind. The Aura persisted for another few moments before withdrawing slowly, leaving that same peculiar human at its center. Yes, he would serve well as a chief servant¡­ What had it said its name was? ¡®Ah, yes...Tibby¡¯ He thought to himself as the fire slowly died back down eliciting another twinge in his chest. He turned and continued down the tunnel at an easy pace. The next few months were going to be Glorious. ¡­ Cog level 7 Thaumic Munitions Specialist One Hour Earlier A smile that had already threatened to crack his face in half ratcheted up several notches at his most recent notification. He had no clue where the rest of the Originals had gone, but that was their business. Personally, he couldn¡¯t stand the idea of wasting another moment now that they were adults. He dismissed the level-up notification and carefully placed the stoppered vial on the work surface next to his other creations. After he nestled this one like a baby bird in its nest of dirty cloth to make sure it did not clink with the others or roll away, he stroked his mustache in satisfaction¡­ Well, there was still a lot more lip than mustache, but his uncle had always claimed that stroking a beard helps it grow, and he was sure the rough patch forming under his nose was the beginning of a glorious display of mature facial hair. He still couldn¡¯t believe it had worked! Just like Aurelia, they had all been offered a chance to finally do something and Cog pulled his notification log back up, to double-check that it was all still real. The others had mentioned something about class options, but Cog hadn¡¯t really been listening at the time. Instead, his body had shed its childish weakness and supernaturally matured into its current manly state, he had received an incredible notification¡­ His very first, to be exact. Congratulations! Due to your participation in the deity quest to obtain the patronage of an Origin Facet, and your successful completion of multiple hidden prerequisites, you have received access to a completely novel Class. Thaumic Munitions Specialist [Epic] Thaumic Munitions Specialist You have been handling mildly incendiary agents since you could walk, and have shown a deep fascination for the art of alchemy. This has been paired with your rewards from a Primal source of both Nature and Fire Mana. You will have access to the typical skills and Abilities of an alchemist, but any alchemical product or enchantment you produce that does not produce an incendiary effect will spontaneously combust. However, you will receive a 200% bonus to any Skill or Ability when handling Flame-related agents or producing novel items. +2 Intelligence and +1 Constitution every other level. Starting Abilities: Flame Eater, Pyro-savant, Tinkerer. Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. The others had started exclaiming loudly in shock as they had each been transformed, quickly moving to Aurelia to ask her questions, but not him. Even with his extraordinarily well-aged physique, he only had eyes for the new plant life bursting up all around the central chamber of the Temple. He had immediately gotten on his hands and knees to examine the extraordinary array of wildflowers and grasses that were bursting up through the cracks in the stone of the mountain. He could sense aspects of growth, change, and¡­ fire being woven harmoniously in each plant he examined. His mind started racing with the possibilities some of these plants could have when used in conjunction with a few other reagents in the workshop. Then, for the second time in his life, he had felt the mental buzz of a notification, and in wonder, he had opened the screen back up. Congratulations! You have discovered a new valid entry into the Herb Lore Codex. Notify any qualified Alchemist or Herbalist to add it to the Codex. You have learned the skill Herb Lore by discovering a new previously unknown use for a piece of flora on Nephesh. Herb Lore - Mana infuses everything on Nephesh, you have become a student of the unique effects this has on its plant life. That was when the crazed smile had started. He immediately identified and picked Fire Lilies, Flame Thistle, Spark Mustard, and more. For the first time truly appreciating Mrs. Cooper''s awesome jacket as his pitifully typical pockets became full to bursting. Then, while the others were distracted, he had snuck out of the chamber, absolutely sure someone would try and stop him to make him ¡°sleep¡± or ¡°recover¡±... that stuff didn¡¯t apply to him anymore. It wasn¡¯t like he was a kid anymore and it was finally time to start leveling. The trip down from the mountain had been easy, Aurelia¡¯s healing and his subsequent transformation making it so that he felt like he might never be tired again. Occasionally he could hear the sounds of distant battle, but he was sure that with Mr. Tillman and Mrs. Cooper back with whatever they had just brought to the Temple, they were going to win. Besides, what better way to help than to make something awesome for the soldiers to throw over the wall at all those weird monster things? By the time he was moving through the camps, most people were up and about, rumors of a victory in the night already circulating through the population. Cog ignored them all and slipped up to the Alchemist''s workshop. The three Class holders and their hopeful assistants were passed out in the bunk room attached to the building, so it was easy for Cog to sneak in and lay out his materials. He ignored the huge new feature adorning one wall of the workshop, choosing instead to focus on the task before him. His mind was whirling with ideas as he thought back to the recipe his uncle had entrusted to him so many months ago. He was sure that the ingredients he had just brought down would be the key to taking that recipe to the next level. Then followed the three most explosive hours of Cog¡¯s short life. The noise had awoken the others at some point, and they had barged in demanding explanations. But once they saw his new class, and whatever the new thing in the workshop was, they left just as quickly. Not that Cog paid much attention, he was too busy Inventing. ¡°Level 7 already!¡± he whispered to himself excitedly¡­ doing his best to resist the urge to fiddle with the concoctions he had created. Each recipe had been derived in some way from his uncle''s, but they were all untried. He had gotten system confirmation that they qualified as workable alchemical creations¡­ but they needed to be tested. He started to carefully wrap up the vials, wracking his brain for a private place where he could test them when a deep rumble reverberated through the ground, shaking everything not held in place. ¡­ Azurel Level 113 Demonic Seer. Finally, it spoke¡­ Agony racked her lithe form, followed by intense waves of almost unbearable pleasure. The now familiar trickles of dark liquid ran in rivulets from each of her orifices as she screeched, attempting in vain to release the unimaginable pressure building up inside her soul. Almost too late, she remembered to bend the entirety of her Class Abilities to pull herself back from the brink. Communion, Astral VIsion, Demonic Insight, and Mental Regeneration activated almost simultaneously as she fought to maintain her sanity. Many misunderstood this power¡­ Azurel wasn¡¯t sure she understood much of it herself, but there was one thing that was clearer to her than her scrying crystal; Nothing about it was new. Perhaps it was older than the Plane itself. Some thought it was the chaos from which all of creation rose, calling us back to our original, freedom from the tyranny of form. The older demonic scholars advocated that it was simply the unavoidable entropy that unraveled all things. The Princes themselves, both old and new didn¡¯t seem to care one way or another. Corruption had crashed into the Plane like an unexpected tide, destabilizing everything and if there was one thing the Pits thrived on, it was Chaos. Most had embraced the new source of power, drinking it in merrily and soaring to new heights of power, whose only price was to give in to their more base natures. Even those who seemed to be in complete control, leaned forward eagerly, waiting for Azurel to finish her reading of the vast sea of chaos. They did not truly understand¡­ This thing had no mind, no will to enact. It ravaged her mind, seeing the world through her eyes and many others, only seeking to orient its hunger. It desired only to destroy, unravel, Coerce, Corrupt. Panting with the effort of sorting through the vast ravings that attempted to shatter her mind every time she touched that outer darkness, the High Priestess of the Pits straightened her shoulders until she stood tall before the six Thrones. Only four of which were currently occupied. ¡°...A champion remains unchosen¡­ We are to participate in the Cursed System¡¯s final game, Moving our full strength to these Contested Lands, But we will send our most fleet of foot as harbingers of our coming, To plunder the prizes of the First Beasts. Only once Your Majesties stand as triumphant Conquerors at the edge of this Epoch, Will one of you be chosen to rule.¡± Her pronouncement produced a predictable variety of displeasure. Bezzelbub¡¯s entire hive buzzed discordantly at the news. Magog¡¯s building-sized fist pounded against the arm of his throne, somehow shaking the foundations of the Mythic chamber. Asteroth leaned back in his cowl, the ram¡¯s skull face of his current lich form as inscrutable as ever. These were the ones that Azurel was confident posed no risk to her continued position. They were known elements, as predictable as any demonic power could be. The others¡­ were something different altogether. The one they now referred to as Asmodeus was absent. Of course, he had hardly been seen since he ascended to the throne, seemingly on a whim, a few thousand years ago. Lilith likewise was also absent, her machinations ever a mystery to the other Princes. These were the only two that held no forces in the demonic army and had ascended thrones on the basis of personal power alone. Then there was the last throne, the one most recently ascended and the clearest sign of the changes sweeping across the plane. The newest of the Princes maintained his smugly superior smile throughout the whole of her proclamation, as if she were a jester there for his entertainment. ¡°Well then, I think it is undeniable that I am the fleetest of foot here¡­ It seems I have some hunting to do.¡± He declared nonchalantly, the haunting melody of his voice having no effect on her but ringing out all the same. Completely black eyes seemed to sparkle with an incongruent twinkle as he stood from his throne, and reached for a horn at his belt that radiated power, even here in this most profane of chambers. B3. Ch. 10 Seven Days Tilly actually ended up really enjoying the hour or two they left him there to guard against a surprise reemergence of the dragon. He went through his character sheet with a fine-toothed comb and got a good feel for where he wanted to go next with stats. It was a given that he would keep his imbalance, but the cost of such a low Strength stat when he swapped had been eye-opening. He spent the first half of his time thinking through how he could test the other combinations of his Bracelet without getting himself or someone else killed. Which basically came down to:
  1. Devise a measurable test for each boosted stat and still to be discovered Title.
  2. Find a large open space to run the test.
  3. Have any of the new healers on standby for when things inevitably went wrong.
Until he understood what he was capable of with this new ability, it represented a significant danger to him and his surroundings. Once he finished processing just how intense his new capabilities were and their implications, his thoughts inevitably went back to the events that had transpired the day before. He read back through the notification log to try and make sense of what had happened at the end with the cleansing of his Corruption and Kindle¡¯s sacrifice. Thinking about her hurt and as he scrolled back through the System log, he reflexively reached for her bond again. An explosive sigh escaped his lips as he found the connection easily, but felt no response to his mental inquiries. He read through line after line, allowing what he remembered of those last moments to play out in his mind as he searched for new answers. She had activated some sort of phoenix ultimate attack while benefiting from Tilly¡¯s Titles, [Origin¡¯s Champion] and [Divine Wind], boosting her Ability, Sun¡¯s Final Descent by 225%. He couldn¡¯t read a description of the Ability itself because it wasn¡¯t his, but he imagined it must have already been very powerful. He scrolled down a few more lines about Amelia partially immobilizing his opponent and boom, the notification log just stopped as his health ticked to zero. His fragmented memory didn''t serve him much better, leaving him with a vague impression of a world turned white, and a flash of such intense heat, that it seemed to sear him down to the bone. Whatever Kindle had done, it had eliminated all Corruption near the point of impact. This had destroyed what was left of the Prime Dirge and wiped out the infection hiding within both the nearby human bodies¡­ Considering he must have been dead at the time, he did not remember the next part. But something about the event had mingled the two Primal powers within Amelia for just a moment, completely healing any damage she had sustained and leaving her brimming with magical potential. In her words, she had crawled over and, ¡°Shoved as much of it into your body as possible.¡± Which explained the next line in the log after his apparent death. The Primal energies of Flame and Growth have fused with the power of Rebirth through your bond, restoring a spark of life to your fading soul, and completely clearing all Debuffs from your body. Then there was nothing, nothing on Kindle, nothing on the bond, just a slow roll of Constitution Regen notifications, as his body clawed its way back from the edge of death one percentage point at a time. Even that glowing sigil on the back of his hand had faded by the time he was resurrected. The bond was still present. In fact, it may even have grown in strength over the last day, but it seemed to lead to¡­ blankness. In momentary frustration, he threw his will against the emptiness, but felt no resistance, no response, Nothing. Last time she had started as an egg, but now, all he had was his bond, and he had no idea how to bring her back from wherever she was. His instinct told him she wasn¡¯t gone, but without any sort of guidance, he was stuck. Hitting his head against more of his ignorance was getting old. So he started to come up with a list of anyone who might have an idea of what he could do differently, the top of which was Erash. Someone he honestly couldn¡¯t stand, but he had heard enough about how she had stood against the enemy magics almost single-handedly the whole time to reconsider his position on the snobbish fairy. Something like that earned you a second chance in Tilly¡¯s book, and if she couldn¡¯t or wouldn¡¯t help him, then maybe he could join heads with Franklin and come up with some other ideas. Then a voice exploded in the distance behind him, interrupting his thoughts with its characteristic unpredictable priorities, ¡°IS IT TRUE BABY MAN? DID YOU STRIKE DOWN A DRAGON?!¡± Gorock¡¯s voice echoed off the quarry walls emphasizing the urgency with which he demanded an answer. Tilly rose to his feet and turned to find Gorrok with three other Bastions moving at the head of a line of miners. Gorock was practically straining to move out of formation, holding his spear in one hand and his sword in the other, as if hoping that there was still some fighting to be had. Level 62 Wallbreaker Tilly couldn¡¯t keep the tired smile from his face as he answered the large warrior in the most frustrating way he could think of, ¡°Sorry, Gorock. I¡¯m actually not allowed to talk about what happened here¡­¡± This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. The other Bastions formed up loosely around the cavern entrance with one hanging back at the mouth of the quarry, while the miners started to mutter amongst themselves, examining the new substance that now littered the floor of the quarry. Gorock however, stopped in his tracks, bristling with anger, before suddenly changing pace and launching forward. Tilly kept his expression aloof as the Wallbreaker pulled up just short of stabbing him, and snorted in his face. ¡°Just tell me human¡­ No one else has to know.¡± He demanded breathily. ¡°Sorry, can¡¯t¡± Tilly answered smugly. ¡°Leave him be, you big Oaf!¡± ¡°We have our orders, now shut your trap!¡± The other Bastions called over. ¡°GGRRAAHHH¡± Gorock shouted in frustration, sheathing his weapons and glaring at the entrance to the heart of the mountain as if it had stolen his ice cream. Tilly patted him on the shoulder patronizingly as he walked by the rigid warrior. ¡°Next time buddy. Next time.¡± Tilly then walked through the crowd of miners who were already loading up carts with the loose, cooled slag, and beginning to discuss how best to extract the riverlike veins of Dragon Glass that were now frozen in a pattern that seemed to flow up from the tunnel and into the quarry. ¡°Should we pull it up in large pieces?¡± ¡°Ney, they hav¡¯teh melt it, so small¡¯s best.¡± ¡°Did they tell ye that, ye daft block? Or are ye just having a go?¡± Tilly allowed himself a small thrill of pleasure at the argument, realizing this was the closest he had been to the group of dwarves that called the Alliance home. Part of him wanted to stay and get to know them. To satisfy some of the burning questions that had plagued him since he learned that there were dwarves on the plane. Like, why the Scottish accents? Or how in the world did they keep up with grooming so much facial hair? But the arrival of a relief guard and the fact that Tilly hadn¡¯t slept more than a few hours in the last three days was suddenly weighing him down. Maybe it was Hiro¡¯s advice to get some rest while he could, or maybe it was the fact that the Alliance had a small amount of breathing room now that someone wasn¡¯t actively trying to destroy them... Whatever it was, Tilly¡¯s limbs felt like cement as he moved tiredly past the workers. Tiredly nodding to the other Bastions and the Miners, Tilly moved past the entrance to the quarry and started trudging down the road. His mind was whirling with all the things that had to happen in the next seven days, but without any of the orderliness that his meditative state had brought. He just found himself rehashing the same scattered to-do list as he put one leg in front of the other. There was a lot to do before he got started tomorrow, but first things first¡­ sleep. Halfway around the bend in the mountain road, Tilly spotted a small figure hurrying toward him. The little guy didn¡¯t seem to be paying much attention to the road ahead of him. Instead, he was constantly looking down and fiddling with a bundle of cloth he held gingerly in his hands. Level 7 Thaumic Munitions Specialist ¡®Who the heck is¡­ wait-¡¯ ¡°Cog?¡± Tilly sputtered, interrupting his train of thought as the gnomish child looked up from his package and jumped as if Tilly had appeared out of thin air. Tilly heard the clink of glass, and the already pale gnome''s face drained of any remaining color as he looked back down at his package with a mixture of fascination and dread. ¡°What do you have there buddy?¡± Tilly asked him, shocked to find one of that crazy group of kids had not aged up into a Class¡­ but wait, he did have a class now, so that must mean- ¡°Mr. Tillman? How did you recognize me?¡± Cog asked after a moment¡¯s pause to watch the bundle. ¡°Uh-¡± ¡°Oh, of course! I¡¯m still wearing the clothes you saw me in yesterday. That was silly of me.¡± He said, affecting a new, more adult /business-like tone. Tilly¡¯s tired mind took a moment to catch up to the situation before it finally clicked. Cog had aged just like the others, but unlike the others, he physically looked the exact same¡­ something that he did not seem to have realized. ¡°Yeah, that¡¯s what it was¡­ So what exactly do you have there? Also, what is the deal with your new Class? It looks powerful!¡± Cog looked down at the bundle mournfully, before his expression resolved to sturdy resignation and he stumbled through an obviously spontaneous explanation, ¡°I¡­ um¡­ was actually¡­ bringing this to you! Yeah, I figured with your fire Abilities, you would be able to get the most use out of these. While I know they are all functional, I would love for you to run a few tests on their effectiveness so I can make them even better.¡± Tilly took another look at the Class glowing faintly above the Gnome¡¯s head, then back down at the bundle that Cog was now attempting to hold casually. ¡°Those are explosives¡­ aren¡¯t they?¡± A sudden smile cut through the boy¡¯s discomfort and he definitively answered, ¡°Yes! I knew you would understand! They are not nearly as potent as I would like, but without a good understanding of their effects, I am afraid any attempts to strengthen them would likely fail¡­¡± He then seemed to trail away in thought, muttering the names of strange-sounding ingredients and ideas for recipe substitutions. ¡°You want me to test them? How stable are these things?¡± Tilly asked dubiously. ¡°Oh, totally stable in their current state¡­ However, a few are designed to activate once exposed to air and I didn¡¯t want to use the workshop''s nicer equipment without permission, so I only used the cheapest glass vials for these initial attempts. So yes, I would be careful if I was you.¡± He concluded lifting the cloth sack up to Tilly. Tilly considered it for a moment, reluctant to take it, but afraid of the consequences of leaving it in the gnome¡¯s care. After a few moments of hesitation, he gently scooped it up from Cog¡¯s tiny hands and cradled it in the crook of his arm. ¡°Ok, I¡¯ll take these and give them a try. But no more experimenting without an adul-... a more experienced crafter to supervise!¡± Tilly admonished. As soon as he agreed to test them, Cog¡¯s face split into a grin, and he began nodding. ¡°Great, let''s go right now!¡± He answered almost at the same time Tilly finished his demand. Tilly was suddenly suspicious that the gnome had completely ignored his warning and was about to repeat it when the familiar creaking of a cart appeared behind him. They both turned to look and spotted a few Miners pulling a cart piled high with the Dragon Glass slag that had littered the quarry floor. ¡°D''ye think Hamish was richt aboot the new furnace?¡± One of them asked the other as they came around the bend. ¡°We¡¯ll hae tae see, won¡¯t we? Ah¡¯ll say this: that Patron o'' ours hasnae skimped on rewards yet. Ah mean, ah¡¯ve gained¡­¡± Both dwarves trailed off as they saw the road blocked by the odd pair. Tilly stepped out of the way at the same time Cog gasped, and sprinted up to the pile, clamoring up the side of the cart like a squirrel after a nut. ¡°Oi! What are ye doing ye little mongrel?¡± One of the dwarves shouted as Cog scurried to the top of the pile. ¡°Dragon Glass! How did you- Where- I could¡­¡± The gnome seemed completely lost in his own world as the dwarves began hollering at him to get off. ¡°This is Alliance property, ye ken!¡± ¡°Git aff before we knock ye aff!¡± Even Tilly got in on it, some sort of long-dormant parental instinct coming to the fore, ¡°Cog! Get down, now!¡± The gnome looked up as if coming out of a dream, ¡°Oh, sorry! I just got a bunch of crafting notifications.¡± He said, hopping down from the cart and walking backward toward the camps. ¡°Aye, weel, get in line. Every crafter worth their salt''s gonnae want a go at this stuff, an'' it looks like it micht be a while afore it''s yer turn!¡± One of the dwarves stated dismissively. Tilly¡¯s eyes narrowed in suspicion as the gnome continued to walk backward down the road, creating space between him and the cart. ¡°Sorry about that, new Class! Just excited¡­ Any way I have to be going.¡± He said turning and beginning to jog off. As he turned, the pockets of his robe spun heavily and Tilly couldn¡¯t help but snort in bemusement at how sneaky the little gnome was. ¡°Wee-uns¡­ Nae respect any more for the order o'' things.¡­¡± One of the dwarves grumbled. ¡°...Oh, ai¡± The other answered, pulling a tarp out from a side compartment of the cart and belatedly covering their load, before continuing on down the road with respectful nods to the human champion as they passed. Tilly was left holding the bundle of dirty cloth with a bemused smile on his face. ¡°Interesting Class to give the kid.¡± He muttered to the open air, before shrugging and following after the cart, deciding that this, like the many other problems he had to deal with, could wait until after he had gotten some sleep. B3. Ch. 11 In This Economy? Tilly¡¯s trip back to his room passed in an exhausted haze, and as soon as he plopped down on the bed that afternoon, he was out. The few-hour nap turned into eighteen hours of sleep as Tilly¡¯s subconscious forced his body into a full recovery. Time was short and the enemy''s forces seemed to be everywhere. But no one was attacking today, and some part of Tilly registered the reality of this fact, and completely cut him off from his higher functions for the better part of a day. This gave his insanely strained body and soul time to begin the process of recovering. While the deeper damage was far too pervasive to be healed in a day, the large break was essential in reversing the trend of damage on his psyche and giving the gains he had experienced time to settle in. Hell, he had died two days ago! Let alone being cleansed of Corruption or losing a friend¡­ He had several visitors over the course of that day, but each one was turned away by a polite shake of the head from the same lapin woman who had brought him his food on his very first morning. The very same one who had brought him every one of his meals over the last month. She was also responsible for cleaning up after he was gone and maintaining his house when he was away. Far from being bitter about her role, she greatly enjoyed her complete anonymity to her charge. Someone had to care for the Gaijin, and she was honored to have been chosen for the task by her lord. As Tilly began to stir early the next morning, she drifted into his room like a ghost, laying a heavily laden tray down near his bed along with two full pitchers of water. The gentle sliding of his door whispered into his subconscious and after a few unconscious movements, he awoke and began clearing his throat of the gunk that seemed to build up no matter what plane Tilly was on. He opened his eyes slowly and as he did so he saw a soft light pressing through the white panels of his walls. ¡°Hmmggm¡± he grumbled, his mind slowly shaping the chain of thoughts necessary to realize that he had, in fact, slept far longer than he had intended. He sat all the way up and spotted the water pitchers and tray on the floor near his bed. ¡®Damn they¡¯re good¡¯ He thought drowsily, and he plopped onto the floor, sliding over to the water and food. He vanquished both foes with his customary gusto and was soon out on the street headed to his favorite feature of the city, the public bathrooms. He had naturally abstained from relieving himself over the last few days, mostly as a basic tenet of survival in any horror setting. But now that he was back, he planned on taking his time¡­ A glorious thirty minutes later, the sun was rising, and Tilly was moving toward the Masamoto manor, feeling significantly better. It wasn¡¯t all sunshine and rainbows though, and not for the first time Tilly wished for some coffee. This was the place of myths and dreams, right? Someone somewhere was dreaming about a hot cup of Folgers¡­ Tilly would bet his life on it. Not that Tilly was a full-on addict like a lot of the guys he had worked with, but when he got a hankering, it hit hard¡­ He found himself veering toward the Contribution Point exchange near the Valley Gate. It was part supply depot, part bank, and if anyone knew if there was coffee to be had, it would be those guys. He had not bothered with this search during his training under the time crunch of the Boon, but he could no longer deny his urges. His plans for the rest of the day could wait an hour while he checked into just how much local currency he had earned and what he could get with it. Not to mention, he had yet to find something like a bag of holding. It would be so much more- ¡°Oh shit!¡± he cursed, stopping in the middle of the street. His pack! He had left the stupid thing outside the whyte city. It was probably getting chewed on by monsters at this very moment and the thought of those mindless idiots wasting his treasured cheddar block¡­ Tilly suddenly felt sick. When he was a rookie, he had forgotten his turnout pants and boots at the station as they went out on a medical call, and while they were out, a fire had come over the radio. Tilly had searched frantically around the back of the engine and realized his mistake. Right before his captain could respond, Tilly had to tell him that he had left essential gear back at the station. They had missed the fire, and the guys had made him wear his boots and pants for the rest of the shift. The full 19 hours of the remainder. It had sucked, and the moment had lived on in his nightmares for years afterward. Yet here he was again, reliving his rookie mistakes! His mind raced through what else he had put in the bag and if any of it was irreplaceable. After a few moments of thought, he realized that aside from all the stuff George and Edna had gotten for him, the only thing of real value in there had been that piece of paper about getting some kind of refund. He slapped both hands over his face in frustration, using a ludicrous amount of force, and still barely registering any sort of discomfort at the impact. As he let his arms fall back to his sides with an irritated huff, an odd crinkling sound accompanied the movement. Reaching into his sleeve, he was shocked to find that same sheet of paper, folded neatly and tucked into the arm of his jacket. Notice of Refund - {This document can no longer be altered} It has been sealed with an official Skill. This notice of device failure must be turned in by Jonathan Tillman to be exchanged for fiat currency at any Commerce Guild location. Item cannot be lost or stolen. He stared down at the paper, flabbergasted before sighing and continuing on to the Point Exchange with a vaguely appreciative grumble. Finally, some magic bullshit that worked in his favor. The memories of forgotten equipment drew his attention so fully, that he completely missed the line of people he passed on the street as he headed up to the wide counter of the exchange.Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. The building itself was a huge warehouse where they processed all the raw goods produced or collected by the Alliance. Here they either issued out said goods to the populace for Points or took in new goods, assigning points in the process. The counter to the warehouse was flanked by several cart entrances and was wide enough to create space for several attendants to process the needs of the people. No one complained as Tilly walked up to the counter lost in his own thoughts. Seeing him, one of the lapin attendants smoothly finished up with his current interaction and slid to the side of the counter where Tilly had approached, ¡°Good morning Gaijin, how can we help you?¡± ¡°Morning! I have a few questions for you if you don¡¯t mind, probably stuff I should already know¡­ but you know how it is.¡± he trailed off in reply, suddenly embarrassed as he looked up and noticed the line he had just bypassed, ¡°Oh¡­ crap.¡± he muttered craning his neck back down the street toward the back of the line. Only a few of the line¡¯s occupants looked back at him disgruntled, but most nodded or smiled at him. ¡°My bad¡­ I¡¯ll just head-¡± ¡°That won''t be necessary, sir,¡± The lapin attendant interrupted, ¡°We would all rather you spent your time on things other than waiting in line. There is a reason leadership exists, and we have no problem serving you in this manner.¡± He admonished gently, as Tilly pulled his eyes away from the few people in line who would probably disagree. ¡°Alright, well¡­ Here are my questions:¡± He stated reluctantly.
  1. ¡°How many contribution points do I have, if any?
  2. What is one point worth?
  3. Do you have coffee or know what it is?
  4. How do I get my hands on a bag of holding or something similar? Or do those even exist?¡±
He finished, counting off each question on his fingers, and trying not to wince as he heard how shallow the request for coffee sounded. The lapin jotted down a few notes and then pulled up an invisible screen, reading from it before looking up with an impressive air of professionalism, ¡°Sir, you have 668 Contribution points. One point is worth enough food to feed an adult for a day. Coffee is not unheard of, there was even a small amount of it circulating through some shops in the capital, but we have none here. I have jotted it down to keep an eye out for when we begin to trade with larger Factions. Finally, if I am understanding you correctly, you are searching for a container imbued with space-aspected Mana that can hold far more volume than its appearance would suggest. Is that correct?¡± Tilly took a moment to process just how smoothly the lapin had taken in his questions and come up with helpful replies, ¡°Uh¡­ Yeah. Anything like that would be great.¡± The attendant nodded briskly, jotting down another note on his pad, ¡°Those too are not unheard of, but I am afraid they are even more difficult to procure. The chief difficulty with them is their inability to endure teleportation magic. The two spells are incompatible, often disastrously so. So while some do use such objects, they are not as popular as you might think.¡± Tilly frowned at the wrench in his plans. Just then three figures walked out of the wagon entrance to the Exchange, two of whom Tilly recognized and one of whom was new and easily the strangest humanoid Tilly had seen to date. ¡°As you can see, we are briskly trading internally and have several very profitable resources we are excited to offer to the wider plane!¡± Shuji eloquated, waving his arms expansively around him before spotting Tilly. ¡°Ah yes, and here is one of the several humans to have aligned themselves with our faction!¡± He added, shuffling over and draping an arm over Tilly¡¯s shoulders in a friendly fashion. Tilly smiled uncomfortably as Mateus took the opportunity to jump in. ¡°The church itself is looking to establish an outpost here, and have been more than willing to accept the local currency as remuneration until a Standard rate of exchange is established.¡± He added, his normally unflappable manner somewhat strained by the heavy-handed favoritism he was employing. The third member of the trio stood at around seven feet tall and five feet wide. He was wearing formal clothing that reminded Tilly of Industrial Revolution England at the turn of the century and sported a large set of ears and a long trunk, ¡°Gentlemen! As impressive as this rise to power has been, you must understand¡­ The market is very unstable right now, and the Commerce Guild is hesitant to open any new chapters until things settle down¡­¡± he said, waving his thickly padded single-digit hands in a conciliatory manner. At that answer, Mateus¡¯ face fell, and Shuji¡¯s huge grin died, something far more predatory peeking out for a moment, before being covered up by a look of bland disinterest, ¡°Ah, that is truly a shame¡± he said, snapping his fingers once and sending a few workers inside running. ¡°I understand the pressures your institution must face in times like these¡­¡± He continued, face calm as the pair of workers came scrambling back with a heavily laden hand cart covered over with a tarp. ¡°But, it is also a fact universally acknowledged that with volatility comes unique opportunities¡­¡± Shuji continued, reaching over to the edge of the tarp, and flipping back its edge, revealing a pile of Dragon Glass. The elephantine representative allowed the smallest trumpet of shock to escape his trunk before schooling his expression back to one of studied neutrality. ¡°Ahem¡­ is this the genuine article?¡± He asked in a quiet voice, looking around in suspicion at the many prying eyes on the street. ¡°It is guaranteed, and this is but a tenth of what we have available for trade.¡± Eliciting another small trumpeting gasp, Shuji continued as if he had not noticed, ¡° I, of course, understand your reluctance. Without a Standard of exchange, it will be much harder for us to pursue Auction membership¡­ But I think we can both agree that it will still be more than worth our trouble. With or without you.¡± As he dropped those last words, Tilly had to fight down a smile as the guild representative¡¯s eyes got larger and larger at every word. ¡°Huurrumph. Yes, well, in the interest of supporting promising young Factions and in light of our mission to bolster trade across the plane, I believe we can work something out¡­¡± He waffled, eyes glued to the pile revealed under the tarp. ¡°Wonderful!¡± Shuji bellowed, flipping the corner back over the pile of goods, and shooing away the attendant and the cart, ¡°In the name of said mission, I propose a 30% guild tax reduction and an introductory note to an Auction House Auditor.¡± The representative flinched, first at the sight of the Dragon Glass being hauled away, and then at the apparently exorbitant request Shuji had just made, ¡°Discount? That''s absurd man! It''s unheard of! Preposterous!¡± He sputtered out. ¡°Oh dear¡­ it seems you were right then, caution is probably the best course of action to take with such a young, volatile Faction.¡± Shuji fired back acidically. The representative flapped his ears in duress. ¡°...30%... They will have my hide¡­¡± he muttered to himself, before looking back up sharply, declaring his counteroffer as if it were the encantation to a shield spell, ¡°20% for the first 5 years!... and guild preferred status once your Auction House membership is approved.¡± ¡°DONE!¡± Shuji bellowed, laughing, suddenly beside the representative, pumping his huge hand enthusiastically in two of his own. The representative looked on aghast as Shuji then pulled him away, all the while continuing on enthusiastically. B3. Ch. 12 Fantasy Apologetics Mateus looked over at Tilly bemused, as the Librarian led the Commerce Guild representative away while gesticulating wildly. The Elephantine representative simply followed, looking slightly lost. ¡°Is he always like this?¡± Tilly snorted at the question, ¡°Yep, the coolest Librarian I have ever met. It no longer surprises me when I see him, elbows deep in something way outside his wheelhouse.¡± Mateus considered his answer thoughtfully, before replying with a nod. ¡° When he was put forward to meet with my contact, I was worried your Alliance was not taking this seriously¡­ Without Standard currency, plane-wide trade can be very difficult. But your man there is as wily a negotiator as I have ever seen.¡± ¡°Ha! Wily is exactly how I would describe Shuji.¡± Tilly snorted, taking a last look at the Point Exchange counter before turning toward Mateus. Now that he knew they didn¡¯t have the two things he currently wanted, he would just bank his money until a real need came up. He seemed to have built up an embarrassing amount of Contribution Points, but without a solid idea of how to spend it, he was very uncomfortable just picking up stuff he didn¡¯t need. ¡°So what''s next for you guys.¡± Tilly followed up with the Steward absently, already thinking about heading back to the Masamoto manor. He was pretty sure he would need approval to run this first test and borrow some people, plus he wanted to check in since he had literally just slept almost an entire day. He needed to test out his new capabilities before Brokenridge reemerged. But he could only activate one combination per day, and he wanted to make sure he was fully set up to test each one. He doubted he would have another chance, the way things were going. Those thoughts and more were running through his head and he was almost surprised when Mateus answered. ¡°About that¡­ Do you mind if I accompany you to your next location? I feel it might benefit both of us to exchange a little more information.¡± Mateus asked hesitantly, taking a few steps in Tilly¡¯s direction. Tilly looked over at the older satyr, suddenly wary of some sort of information play. Hiro had asked Tilly to keep the dragon thing as under wraps as possible, and this was the guy who had showed up with the church''s head of intelligence¡­ Seeing his reaction, Mateus quickly explained, ¡°No, no! Not like that. The church is happy with the arrangement we have reached with your leadership! Perhaps I can even save you time and explain a few details, but no¡­ My question is more personal in nature. I wish to gain a greater understanding of your beliefs, especially in light of¡­¡± Mateus gestured vaguely, ¡°all that has happened.¡± he finished, obviously uncomfortable. If Tilly was nervous before, the Temple Steward¡¯s clarification instantly ratcheted up his stress to a new level, causing beads of cold sweat to form on his back, but he swallowed and attempted to play it cool. ¡°Sure, I have a few things I need to do today, but I wanted to check with leadership first. I guess it would be fine for you to come along and tell me as much as you want¡­¡± Tilly said, looking around at the crowded street, and hesitating as he tried to find a way to tactfully hint that some things would have to wait. Mateus nodded immediately, not needing to hear Tilly¡¯s words to understand his thoughts, ¡°This is not my first foray into these waters Mr. Tillman. Nor, hopefully, will it be the last. There is plenty I can share that will be clear as crystal for the whole of your Faction in the coming days. And in regards to my own question, I am more than happy to respect any boundaries of secrecy put on you by your Patron.¡± ¡°No, it''s not that, I don¡¯t have any of those¡­ it¡¯s just that I don''t feel very qualified to speak on something that I barely understand myself. People keep assuming I know more than I do, but sometimes it feels like most of this stuff is happening over my head.¡± ¡°Ah, yes. I think I might sympathize with your position more than you know. Consider this a friendly discourse, nothing more, and I promise I won¡¯t keep you longer than the walk. There is much to do for both of us in the coming weeks if I¡¯m not mistaken.¡± He answered with an easy smile that Tilly had not seen on the Steward at all during the fall of the empire. It''s not that they were not facing long odds. The odds might be worse than ever if Tilly was being honest with himself, but he couldn¡¯t help but notice the slight glimmer of hope in the old Steward¡¯s eye. With a gesture down the road toward the manor, Tilly invited the satyr to walk, and the elderly Steward nodded gratefully before stepping up beside him. ¡°Firstly, I am not sure what you know about the finalization of our negotiations, but yesterday the Church of Light purchased a plot of land here in the city as the site of our future temple. We paid a generous sum in Standard coin. Along with that contract came permission to bring in our own building team and staff to run the temple. Work will begin today once they all arrive and the materials have all been gathered. This is something we aim to do in every Faction we believe has the potential to oppose darkness, and while there are a few¡­ more private¡­ provisions in our agreement, that is the important and public-facing agreement your Alliance has announced. ¡°With it in place, I was able to set up a meeting with a Commerce Guild representative on short notice, and our infusion of Standard currency into your economy bolstered the worth of your Contribution Points significantly in the eyes of Plane-wide economics. When we factor in the value of your newest resource, I would not be surprised to see you doing business with the Guild in a few days. Their building team is even faster than ours.¡± Tilly took all of that in, processing the reality that he was no longer a part of some rebel band of refugees or a fledgling nation struggling to survive. They had been tested and nearly destroyed several times, but the Three-Fold Alliance had emerged stronger than ever.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. ¡°Thanks, Mateus, that was all new to me. It really feels like we are entering the big leagues. I can¡¯t even begin to imagine what is waiting for us out there, and I really appreciate how much you guys are doing to make this move as fast as possible¡­ I can¡¯t shake the feeling that even with how quickly we are moving, we are still barely keeping up.¡± The professional demeanor that Mateus had adopted as he gave his report of their current agreement fell into something a little grimmer, ¡°Yes, well, that feeling is shared by many in our organization. The Church has been on the back foot for months now...¡± he looked around and leaned forward, muttering under his breath in Tilly¡¯s direction, ¡°Last week, we lost two Faction outposts without warning. This should not have been possible with the protections we have in place¡­ And many more are under pressure or even threat, even within some of our staunchest allies.¡± He finished in a whisper before coughing loudly and leaning back, continuing the walk as if nothing special had been said. ¡°You may feel that we are being altruistic in our maneuvers here, but that is far from the truth. In reality, your Faction represents our only play for meaningfully taking steps to check and even push back the enemy¡¯s advances. We need people with the powers your Patron provides in locations all over the Plane. This is not even speaking of the coming clash in the Contested Lands. We are still collecting intel on this, but it looks like no Powers have teleport access, and the System itself had buffered the area with great swaths of recently destroyed land. Any claim staked to that place will have to arrive physically, and any base of operations in the area before we set up a connection with our Teleport platforms, will be a logistical nightmare.¡± Tilly appreciated how Mateus was breaking down his points in such a concise manner, and for the first time, it felt like they were both speaking the same language. As he took in the shape of the coming conflict, pieces of information began to line up and Tilly started to draw conclusions that might be unique to their faction because of the insane ¡®coincidence¡¯ of a dragon awakening under their temple mount yesterday. ¡°Quick question Mateus. Am I right in my understanding that the Contested Lands are currently ruled by the ¡®Apex Predators of the first Epoch¡¯ that the world announcement spoke of? And that their seat of power is someplace called the Council Peaks?¡± Mateus almost missed a step, shuffling his hoof quickly to regain his balance, before looking over at Tilly with a pensive expression. Consideration slowing his response as he got his thoughts in order, ¡°... I can only assume this has something to do with your new resource and whatever encounter you all had to rush off to yesterday.¡± He muttered, keeping his thoughts in statement form to save Tilly from the pressure of having to navigate withholding sensitive information. ¡°My superior also seemed to leave yesterday with a lot more information than he was ready to share after hearing that voice¡­ Well, I promised you a simple conversation, so let''s leave that point for now and get to the meat of my inquiry.¡± He concluded, moving on from the subject without a whiff of hesitation. They turned the corner to a less crowded road and Mateus¡¯ steps slowed as they approached the guarded manor. ¡°... Mr. Tillman, I have served our Lady for just under a century. In that time, I have never questioned my role as a supporter of the premier force for good on the plane. We exist to counterbalance evil, pushing back the darkness in the hope that all creatures may be free to choose their path. However, it seems our enemy has changed, and we are falling behind. Millennia of balance has been disturbed and I am afraid if the Light remains as it always has, we will lose everything. Change is coming and I must know the truth.¡± With those heavy words the Steward¡¯s steps slowed to a stop, and he looked up at the human inquiringly. Tilly belatedly stopped a few steps later, turning to find Mateus waiting for something. ¡°What are you asking? I think we have already given you guys a commitment-¡± he trailed off as the expression on Mateus¡¯ face fell. ¡°Human, I am old. I do not have time to waste. I must know, is your Patron who you all claim him to be?¡± He implored, something wild showing in his eyes for the first time. ¡°Look, Mateus, I am still super new to this, and I¡¯m not sure what you are asking. What are people saying?¡± At that, the Satyr grimaced and stepped right up to Tilly¡¯s face, ¡°Surely you must know what I am saying?¡± then he leaned forward even closer, lowering his voice into a harsh whisper, ¡°I ask again. Who is this Origin? Is it true he came before the Gods? And if so what are his intentions with us? Does he lay claim to Nephesh, or are we too far beneath His notice?¡± he asked, urgency coloring his tone to a greater extent than Tilly had ever seen on the old Satyr. For some reason, Tilly still wanted to plead ignorance. He was tired of being expected to know things, and it felt safer to just send the man on his way and go about his business without getting caught up in a religious debate. With an army of obvious monsters trying to take over the world, who cared about the nuance? But something in the steward¡¯s eyes quieted the shallow avoidance Tilly was about to voice. This was not the expression of someone looking for a debate. He looked¡­ desperate. ¡°Ugh, look, I really don''t know much. I can barely understand all this religious crap myself. But I think I met Him, and honestly¡­ He was¡­ Good. It was as if I didn¡¯t know the meaning of the word until that moment. I don¡¯t understand why He has played things so close to the chest for so long. But I do know Corruption is more than some cosmic bad guy showing up to oppose Good at the eleventh hour¡­¡± Tilly snorted as he heard the comic book-esque explanation stumbling out of his mouth. Deciding to switch tack, he tried, ¡°Look, I had that shit inside of me, messing with my head for weeks, but do you want to know what the worst part was? It wasn¡¯t the tentacles in my body, or the twisted thoughts worming through my mind. It was that the whole thing felt familiar! Like a nightmare that you never remember until it snares your consciousness all over again. Corruption is, for sure, Evil. But it is not new¡­ I think Origin set this all in motion,¡± Tilly continued, sweeping his hands through the air to encompass their surroundings, ¡°And it isn¡¯t pointless... When I met Him, He showed me something, something I can barely remember. But whatever I saw was enough to make all the pain, all the struggle, worth it. If I believe in something now, it''s that. The end I saw with Him. ¡°Corruption isn¡¯t here as His opposition¡­ it¡¯s here to oppose us. To keep us from¡­ that. God¡­ I¡¯m not making any sense, am I? This is so far above my pay grade it is not even funny. Honestly, the only way I can sleep is if I keep my mind on doing my best for the people around me. Anything more and I begin crawling up the walls.¡± He finished quietly, with a small self-deprecating smile tugging at the corner of his lips. This was the first time he had really tried to put any of the tenuous peace he had found into words, and the whole attempt felt¡­ gangly. His smile turned apologetic as he turned back to face the Steward, who, to his shock, was openly crying. A look of profound relief glowed through the silent tears and he took in Tilly¡¯s words with his eyes closed. After a moment he breathed the words, ¡°So there is an end¡­ Tell me, is it beautiful?¡± B3. Ch. 13 Reservations Mateus listened quietly as Tilly did his best to describe the encounter that had lived in echoes and flashes at the back of his mind for the last month. When Tilly had attempted to describe what he had seen to Ichiro, it had come out sounding¡­ flat, like a four-year-old¡¯s drawing of a sunset. He was sure he was giving the gist of what happened, but it had felt so empty when he tried to describe it. Yet, in the middle of the street, as Tilly dredged up the memory along with all the wonder and pain it touched deep in his soul, a look of relief softened all the lines of Mateus''s careworn face. ¡®Does he¡­get it?¡¯ As the question rose to the forefront of his mind, Tilly began to worry that he was doing something he wasn¡¯t supposed to. He abruptly stuttered his retelling to an early end, suddenly feeling like an imposter. Mateus blinked a few times, wiping tears from his eyes, ¡°Th-thank you, Mr. Tillman. You have given me a great gift today.¡± ¡°-Call me Tilly¡­ Look, Mateus, I¡¯m only one guy. I don''t know if you should be hanging your hat on anything I say-¡± At that, the old Steward smiled, shaking his head gently in negation, ¡°No, Tilly. It is not the messenger that sings in my heart¡­ It is the message. Our Lady is noble and true. I believe in her with all my heart as I do our cause. But she promises no end to the struggle, only the power to fight, and even that seemed to be waning in recent days. Now¡­ Well, I have much to think about and even more to do to be ready for what is coming.¡± Mateus put a hand on Tilly¡¯s shoulder, eyes shining, ¡°Thank you for your time, May the Light always Shine.¡± He said warmly before turning back the way they came, his countenance still glowing with the beginnings of a new hope. With a long sigh, Tilly turned away from the man, taking a moment to look up at the sky, ¡°You better not be setting me up as some sort of religious leader¡­¡± He muttered darkly before continuing to the manor gates. He gained entry with a respectful bow from the guards and found the quiet courtyard had completely changed since the day before. Several tables were now set up, with aides running messages and delivering replies. Behind one of the tables sat Hiro, in conference with a rosy-cheeked satyr woman, wearing a large white apron. Level 74 Baker ¡°Again, I¡¯m telling you, I don¡¯t want it! All I care about is my baking. I¡¯m happy to support the Alliance in any other way. You need bread? I can do bread¡­ But this? This is just too much.¡± She growled, gesticulating wildly with a rolling pin that seemed to come out of nowhere. Hiro¡¯s crystalline eyes flicked over to the gate as Tilly entered and allowed only the faintest twitch in reaction to his presence, ¡°Octavia, I am afraid you do not have a choice. The camps chose you for a seat on the Council. I am sure your counterpart will be happy to run most of the administrative tasks, but you must sit in on the meetings and represent your people.¡± He answered seriously. ¡°Have you met our Patron¡¯s Champion?¡± He suddenly changed pace, laying a hand on her tense shoulder and turning her toward Tilly. Her eyes looked through him, as she started muttering to herself, ¡°Nothing but a bunch of lost lambs, willing to follow anyone who will feed them¡­¡± Then she half-heartedly shot him a little nod before pulling away from Hiro and storming past Tilly toward the gate. ¡°I¡¯ll see you back here this evening!¡± Hiro called after her, allowing himself a smile now that her back was turned. She waved an acknowledgment with her pin as she passed through the gate and Hiro¡¯s eyes settled back on Tilly. ¡°New Councilor?¡± ¡°Yes, she hates the commitment to the meetings¡­ But then again, so do we all. Not even Linus is going to get out of all of them by making this move to take charge of our martial forces. Yet, I find myself surprisingly hopeful. However reluctant she is, she is an excellent choice. She held significant standing with the noncombat Class holders in the empire before its fall. Instead of leaving when she had the chance, she stayed with her workers till the end, and ended up here like the rest of us. She has been integral in our food program.¡± ¡°Who else did the camps elect?¡± ¡°Another functionary, Shuji put him forward. The man is relatively unknown by the people but has been instrumental in the Class cataloging and work assignment projects. He is off somewhere right now, counting something, I am sure. But they will make a good pair to help the camps and their people grow the infrastructure they will need to integrate well¡­ Now, what can I do for you.¡±Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! ¡°Oh! Well, I kind of came here to ask you the same thing, but I do have one request.¡± ¡°You first, I am curious about your plans in light of the timeline we are facing.¡± Hiro answered, gesturing for him to continue. ¡°Ah, ok. So you saw what I was able to do with these¡± Tilly said, shaking loose the two bracelets from his sleeves. Hiro nodded in reply, a small smile quirking the edge of his mouth at the memory. ¡°Well, that is not all they can do. They let me exchange my highest stat with any of the others for a short time. I probably would have died if I had tried that without Erash around. So I need to test the other four configurations. The kicker is that I can only activate this item once per day. So I need to prepare as much as possible for each test. I was thinking of using a designated space beyond the wall that you could notify the patrols to stay clear of during my¡­ attempts. I don''t know what will happen when I boost my other stats, but I need to understand what numbers at that level will do to my body and soul before I use them in live combat. Hiro considered Tilly¡¯s words carefully, ¡°That can all be done. The Alliance is extremely busy growing production to meet the coming demand, which should set us up well to equip every soldier much more significantly for the coming large-scale engagements. That being said, there are several problems we have yet to solve in getting our new resource to market. The chief of which is maintaining anonymity. I do not think Dragon glass has been seen in this quantity on the market in living memory. Everyone will want to find its source.¡± ¡°Wait, I thought the thing with the Commerce Guild was going well?¡± ¡°It is proceeding amiably, but they simply provide a currency exchange. They do not purchase goods themselves. It is a restriction in their charter and why so many Factions use them. To sell goods across the plane, we need to use the Auction House.¡± ¡°Yeah, I have heard you guys mention that a couple of times. I have a pretty good guess at what it does, but once we qualify for one, what''s stopping from selling through them?¡± ¡°That is exactly our aim and the institution is known for its discretion. They have maintained full neutrality through many great conflicts in the past. But you can not utilize their services without an agent to attend the events and make purchases. This is where we are having trouble. Any lapin, honu, or satyr would be easy to trace back to us, the newest Faction on the plane. Erash was my next choice to represent us, but for reasons she is not willing to divulge, she cannot expose herself to the other powers. However, she has served us very well, and such a thing does not fall within the responsibilities of her office. ¡°Without her, our choices become very thin. Our agent needs to possess a high level, strong aural mastery or both to stand up to the scrutiny that would surely come with such a notable sale. So while we are still aggressively pursuing Auction House access for our Faction¡­ we have not yet solved the problem at hand. Our secondary option is to sell our stores to the Sanguine Order, and allow their agent to move the goods¡­ but we would lose out on significant profit with that route, and possibly still be found out before we are ready to show our hand.¡° With a sigh, Hiro droned on with a few more details about the Alliances economy and the challenges of scaling up so quickly, but they were lost on Tilly whose mind had shut down as soon as he heard the requirements for an agent. ¡°-We were able to sign a refugee resettlement agreement with the church for vetted craftspeople of significant skill-¡± ¡°It gonna have to be me¡­ isn¡¯t it?¡± Tilly interrupted as the pieces fell into place. At his interruption, Hiro looked up from his reports with a sharp glint of curiosity shining in his green crystal irises. ¡°Explain.¡± ¡°Well, if our Auction House agent can¡¯t be from a race that can be traced back to us immediately, then why not a human? With our reputation on the plane, one of us showing up with mysterious wealth would be much more difficult to track back to the Alliance.¡± ¡°The thought did cross my mind. But to be honest I was leaning more toward Amelia. She has merchant experience, and is significantly less¡­ recognizable than you.¡± Hiro finished, waving vaguely at Tilly¡¯s primitive leather armor. ¡°Yeah¡­ about that. I may have a solution-¡± Then without preamble, Tilly activated his Dragon Emissary armor form, and the transformation rippled out from his collar¡­ leaving him once again dressed in the embarrassing well-tailored dragon skin suit. Hiro¡¯s eyebrows slowly raised in appreciation, and then he looked around quickly, noting the currently empty courtyard, ¡°Change back please.¡± he whispered urgently. Without hesitation, Tilly rolled back the transformation just as several aides returned to a nearby table with a stack of fresh paperwork. ¡°What''s wrong?¡± Tilly asked quietly. ¡°Has anyone else seen you in this armor?¡± ¡°No, why?¡± Instead of answering, Hiro allowed a slow smile to play across his face, ¡°I am sure you have not had a chance to discover this for yourself. But when you donned that armor, Identify changed your Class, simply reading, Dragon Emissary without a level displayed. When I tried to pierce it, I met a surprisingly fierce aura hidden behind the identifier.¡± He answered, his eyes shining with satisfaction. ¡°Woah¡­ That is perfect.¡± ¡°Exactly. We are far from the only ones to anticipate the challenges of the coming fight for the Contested Lands. With that Class, you will sow much disinformation amongst our enemies and give us much more of a chance to reach the battlefield unmolested. And just like that, Tilly felt the weight of one more responsibility settle on his shoulders, ¡°Well I have to be back here when our dragon wakes up. I have no clue what he will do if we are not ready with pillaging suggestions¡­¡± ¡°You will be. And we will maintain a high priority on your goal to discover the full capabilities of your rewards. Our church contacts say there is an Auction event in 5 days. It will be very close, but with the influx of treasure, I am sure the dragon will be more than satisfied, and hopefully amenable to our direction. Such an ally¡­ even one as dangerous as he seems to be, will be an invaluable asset in our preparations.¡± Hiro said thoughtfully, before pulling out a fresh sheet of paper and writing out a few lines on it. ¡°Hand this to the wall commander. It will authorize you to requisition anything that you need from our forces there and let them know your area of operations. Be careful, Champion. We need you now more than ever. B3. Ch. 14 Requisitions. Tilly took the written orders and folded them, unconsciously shoving them in a pocket as he headed out of the manor and into the street. Ideas for what he would need for his first test were tumbling through his mind like a box of rocks. He was halfway to the wall before he realized that his armor didn¡¯t have any pockets¡­ Looking down ruefully, he pulled up the bottom of his jacket to see an innocuous leather stitched patch with an open top, happily holding his set of orders from Hiro. ¡°You''re just full of surprises aren¡¯t you?¡± He muttered happily before being struck by another thought and desperately reached around to the back of his waistband. Days ago, his armor had formed loops to hold a few potions and Tilly had happily, slipped them in, before promptly forgetting about them like an idiot. His hand patted around blindly, finding the loops and the potions gone. ¡°What happened to the potions?¡± He demanded angrily down at his chest. The armor gave no reply, and Tilly scowled, ¡°You didn¡¯t¡­ eat them, did you?¡± He asked, suddenly suspicious about what his armor would and wouldn¡¯t absorb in the pursuit of new forms. At that the collar of his jacket constricted around his neck, suddenly chafing. Tilly slipped his fingers under the material and pulled it back in defense, ¡°Woah, hey! Just asking¡­ jeez.¡± He exclaimed, as the collar slowly loosened back to its normal fit. In dismay, he looked around at the relatively crowded street while seemingly talking to himself. Attempting to go for a much more subtle mode of communication, he subvocalized, figuring it was magical armor, and didn¡¯t need ears to hear anyway, ¡°If you didn¡¯t eat them, and I didn¡¯t use them¡­ What happened to them? The armor stiffened for a moment, and Tilly got the distinct impression that it was, thinking. Then in an impromptu game of clothing charades, it fought to arrest his movement. Curious, Tilly complied, shuffling to the side of the street, and letting his body relax. His sleeves flung his arms forward, before snapping them backward jarringly in conjunction with a heavy imprint of pressure moving in a thick line up and down his back. ¡°Uh... Can I get that again?¡± He asked lamely, trying to avoid eye contact with most of the street as he tried to figure out what the armor was telling him. The armor repeated the motion, this time attempting to throw Tilly¡¯s legs forward too, before being violently flung back in concordance with the appearance of the long, cylindrical impression running up his back. It clicked. ¡®The explosion and the tree.¡¯ The memory was faint, probably addled by what had certainly been a concussion, but in that final blow against Marcellus the Elder, he had unleashed a concussive blast from his weapon, throwing him back against a tree and knocking him out. The impression of the impact that the armor was conveying directly overlapped where the potion loops had been, ¡°Oh man, my bad. I guess my style of fighting doesn¡¯t really lend itself to keeping a lot of items close to hand.¡± He felt his shoulders pushed up into a shrug in response. Tilly smiled ruefully, doing his best not to waste any more time on the dream of an unlimited inventory. Thinking of other possibly useful items reminded him about Cog¡¯s strange request from the day before. Tilly spun around and took a jogging detour to his shack to pick up the dirty cloth bundle before continuing on to the wall. Might as well get this checked out while he was at it. Once he had the bundle, he kept his pace easy, wincing at every clink of the contents, but not willing to open it until he was well away from the possibility of collateral damage. He had already decided to test out a maxed Constitution/Endurance switch today, as it was probably the least likely to create an explosion. What better day to test out experimental items than when he was planning to hurt himself anyway¡­ It would be fine¡­ Probably. Lost in thought on how he would actually test out a Constitution linked temporary Title, he looked up to find himself at the base of the wall steps. The area was busy but not crowded with recently elevated Three-Fold Infantry or Watch Veterans as it was repurposed into a staging ground for patrols out into enemy territory as well as the Alliance¡¯s main line of defense. ¡°Commander?¡± Tilly called, ¡°I''m looking for the Commander of this shift.¡± If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. Several of the soldiers looked down from their posts on the wall and started muttering, while a few additional conversations started up in the nearby logistical tents. Finally, one of the flaps was flung aside and a familiar roguish smile glinting with gold greeted Tilly. ¡°Oooh, my favorite quest reward generator!¡± She breathed with a throaty chuckle, her eyes lighting up as she approached him with a smooth dangerous gait. Her former mismatched armor had been replaced by something reminiscent of the Bastion¡¯s kit, but more form-fitting. Level 56 Flames Watch Captain ¡°Like the new goods?¡± she said, waving her hand up and down the outfit with a few suggestive eyebrow raises, ¡°Word is, we got you to thank for these too. A lot of the boys who didn¡¯t get a new Class got offered a unique armor or weapon.¡± Tilly had finally been able to pin down the Watch Captain''s behavior now that he had interacted with her a few times. He had known plenty like her in the fire department and realized that while she looked like she was in her mid-twenties now, she was much older. A vet in a rookie''s body. He was sure that came with some perks, but also probably its own set of problems as well. So like any good leader, she leaned into the joke instead of away from it, not at all hesitant to use her youthful femininity, in contrast with her weathered experience-laden personality to keep many around her on their back foot. ¡°It looks great on you Captain! Although, if it were me, I would have asked for more gold. Finish out the set, if you know what I mean... ¡° He said blithely, tapping his finger against his jaw in mock clarification. ¡°Bwahaha!¡± She bellowed, ¡°Maybe you¡¯re right! I hear some of our crafters got the recipe for these uniforms, so maybe gold would have been better in the long run.¡± she finished with an over-the-top lick across her alternating yellow and pearly teeth. ¡°So what brings you to the wall? Our last heavy patrol went out hours ago, and the next one isn¡¯t due to leave until sunset.¡± ¡°I have a small errand I will be pursuing just beyond, and I might need a few things from you or whoever else is here over the next couple of days,¡± Tilly answered, reaching into his pocket and producing the orders Hiro had given him. Captain Achillia gave them a quick read before thrusting them out to the side and hitting a robed man in the chest just as he emerged from the tent behind her as if on cue. ¡°Oooph.¡± He groaned in surprise, shooting her a dirty look, and grabbing the orders angrily. ¡°Requisition orders, take ¡®em down and note ¡®em for the next four days, that way we won''t have to do this song and dance again.¡± She ordered without looking, ¡°Now, what do you need from us, oh mighty Champion?¡± She asked, looking him up and down with curiosity. ¡­ After a few inquiries as to what was available, Tilly had left the wall with the shift subcommander in tow, a Bastion named Julius, and a brand new Acolyte. They climbed down the other side of the wall with rope ladders, and Tilly couldn¡¯t help but wonder what they would do now that there was no enemy pressing in on their border. Well, actually, it wasn¡¯t their border anymore, was it? Tilly now had to squint into the distance to see the break in the skyline where their normal sky shifted into the ever-present cloudiness of the twilight lands. Their Faction now boasted a twenty-five-mile radius of influence. Tilly didn¡¯t know how that stacked up against other powers on the Plane, but he doubted it was much. ¡°So what are we going to do about the gate,¡± Tilly asked, looking down at the lane of packed dirt that led through the middle of the swampy morass before the unbroken wall. It had been the killing fields of battle just a few days ago, and workers had only just finished burning the bodies. Julius shrugged simply in reply, but the younger man stuttered out an incomprehensible answer, coughed nervously, and then tried again, ¡°Ahem¡­ uh Sir, from what I know, we will be building a collapsible ramp soon and that will open us to trade for the time being. They say it is not on our short-term priority list to reconstruct the wall.¡± The new acolyte was a sandy blond humanoid with pointed ears and no discernible animal characteristics. If Tilly had to guess, he would have put him somewhere in the low elf category. They continued to move out of sight of the wall along the cliff and Tilly shot a few more glances at the young elf, a nagging suspicion building, ¡°Do I know you?¡± The elf¡¯s pale skin colored an interesting shade of grey and he bobbed his head once, swallowing, ¡°Yes, sir. You healed me in the capital. I¡¯m one of the¡­Originals.¡± he said, looking away as if embarrassed by this last part. ¡°Man, this age-up thing is getting weird, so you were there at the temple two nights ago?¡± ¡°Yep, name¡¯s Marq!¡± He answered, his embarrassed tone turning up into something bright as he took Tilly''s response as proof that he had been remembered. ¡°Well, Marq, Julius. We have two goals today, and if at all possible, I will have you both present for the rest of these so I can keep this as need-to-know as possible.¡± They both nodded, Julius with a soul-deep look of indifference covered over by a thin veneer of professionalism, and Marq with a schoolyard¡¯s grin of eagerness. ¡°First, we are going to give these a test far away from other people.¡± Tilly announced, lifting his cloth package with a soft clinking of glass, and wincing at the noise, ¡°... And once the easy stuff is out of the way, we are going to be testing some of my stats. Julius, this is where you come in. When I say the word, I am going to need you to attack me multiple times to test my Endurance and then Constitution. You were put forward as one of the highest-Strength fighters in your unit, and I need to get some hard data on what my stats can do.¡± Julius accepted the plan without blinking, and Marq''s eyes grew as big as saucers, ¡°Marq, you are here in case something goes wrong. If I ask for it, or it looks like I am slipping into unconsciousness, I need you to give me everything you have healing-wise.¡± ¡°Y-yes sir, I can handle that.¡± Marq stuttered out. By that time, Tilly deemed that they were roughly out of sight and earshot of the wall. He paused to open the cloth sack, revealing four glass containers of various sizes, with tags tied around each one with a brief description written in a messy script. Warily, Tilly picked up the first one, which was a spherical glass bottle with a cork in the top, containing a thimble-full of liquid. Accelerant - Time delay three breaths. Ignite and throw. ¡°Everyone ready?¡± He asked, looking over at the other two. Marq wisely stepped behind Julius, who unlimbered his shield and casually propped it against his body, ready to lift as needed¡­ Just to be safe, Tilly put down the rest of the sack, and jogged a few yards away before calling over, ¡°OK! Here goes!¡± Then he channeled the smallest amount of flame he could manage into his palm, treating the glass container like one of his hatchets and enflaming it slightly. The spark entered the sphere, and the liquid instantly expanded into a high-pressure vapor. Tilly flung it away immediately, and the cork whistled then popped out the moment the sphere left his hand. After that there was the sound of shattering glass followed by a woosh of flame. B3. Ch. 15 Cut Me, Mick It had only just left his hand when the resulting flame washed over him, along with a peppering of glass. He instinctively pushed down a shout of surprise, as the realization hit him that he had not been injured at all by the blast. The fire had been aspected to him, and thus unable to harm his physical body. The Common quality glass, even in broken shards, bounced harmlessly off his skin. His effective Endurance of 185.9 made him more or less immune to stuff like this now. But he had no clue how far that immunity went. That''s why he needed to get a feel for what his limits were before he returned to any sort of real fight. ¡°Holy shit, that worked!¡± He laughed turning toward the other two in amazement, not at all minding Marqs look of baffled amazement at his unharmed state, ¡°I mean, the container needs some work, but without that cork failure, I think it has some real potential!¡± he continued. Julius, for his part, showed his first expression of the day, a look of begrudging appreciation slowly dawned into pure enthusiasm as the implications of such an item unraveled themselves in his mind. ¡°Where did you say these came from?¡± He asked, only slightly breathless. ¡°Gotta be Cog,¡± Marq answered warily from behind him, ¡°He was always brewing up little poppers and things before he got that weird Class¡­ Now? I guess this is his new specialty.¡± He answered distractedly, his eyes still glued to the patch of scorched grass just ahead of Tilly. ¡°You know this crafter personally?¡± Julius asked aghast, turning to address the Acolyte for the first time. ¡°Well, yeah. He was elevated two days ago, just like me.¡± At that, the grizzled war veteran¡¯s eyes widened further, ¡°After our shift, you are taking me to find him! Only two days a crafter, and he is producing masterpieces already! Talent like this cannot afford to be throttled by the idiots in char-¡­¡± Then with a sidelong glance at Tilly, he swallowed and continued in an ill-fitting professional tone, ¡°I mean, the brass doesn¡¯t need to be involved in the early stages of testing, wouldn¡¯t you agree?¡± Tilly smirked, eyes glinting with that same slight mania at the possibilities of readily available munitions for the frontline soldiers. If there was one thing that united all firefighters and the military, it was a love of anything that goes boom¡­ ¡°Don¡¯t worry about me Julius, no one but Cog even knows I am doing this. As far as I¡¯m concerned, you can head straight there after we are done and give him the results of our tests. In fact, I''ll make it a part of my requisition orders. Marq, take some notes and go with him to deliver the report and introduce the two of them.¡± Tilly announced, his official orders somewhat juxtaposed by the eager light in his eyes. Whatever happened over the next few weeks would not be safe¡­ but it would definitely be awesome. Marq fished out a notebook from his robes and took a step back, jotting down a few lines. ¡°Alright, I¡¯m ready for the next one.¡± All three of them turned and looked down at the dirty cloth sack and the three small vials that rested there. ¡­ Fifteen minutes later, Tilly and Julius found themselves breathless with excitement as Marq healed a third-degree burn running down the Bastion¡¯s arm. ¡°Yes¡­ This will do very nicely.¡± Julius growled enthusiastically, seemingly unaffected by the waxy flesh converting to pink, hairless skin. His enthusiasm dampened markedly as he looked back up at Tilly, remembering they were officially here for an entirely different reason. ¡°What else did you say you needed?¡± He asked hollowly, failing to keep his impatience from his tone. ¡°I''ll keep it brief, I promise.¡± Tilly answered with a rueful smile, ¡°Marq, did you get everything you needed?¡± The Acolyte flipped open his book and read off his report quickly, ¡° Accelerant produced five paces explosive flame. Cork failed, resulting in an early break in the container after only one breath. The smoke mixture pushed out a heavy stream of dark noxious clouds for twenty breaths, but the opening was too narrow. Flame dust spread immediately upon opening the container, difficult to direct particles, but anything it coated became extremely flammable. Finally, blade oil ignited on the blade once lit for approximately fifty breaths. Oil was slightly too runny, and flaming droplets landed on the wielder.¡± He said that last point without looking at the now openly grinning veteran. ¡°You did say he was only level seven, right?¡± The man asked again. ¡°Last I saw, yes.¡± If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. ¡°Plenty of room for improvement then¡­¡± He trailed off, starting to mutter to himself as he looked off into the distance. ¡°Julius, eyes with me, please,¡± Tilly called, pulling the Bastion''s attention back to the task at hand. ¡°I need some real data on what I can and can¡¯t do with my new stats. Before we start, do you mind sharing your Strength Stat?¡± The Bastion eyed him for a moment, before answering, ¡°It¡¯s at 113. Got a ring a few years back that boosts it by 20% and ever since then, I have been dumping in the stat to capitalize on the bonus... I am gonna clobber whoever¡¯s been blabbing in the unit though. It¡¯s not like it¡¯s everyone''s business what I do with my stats.¡± ¡°Totally fair,¡± Tilly nodded, ¡°In the interest of trust, my Endurance is at 185.9. That is what we are going to try and test today.¡± Marq gasped quietly in the background at the numbers as Julius nodded in respect. Tilly continued, ¡°Correct me if I am wrong, but any enemy that is not dumping in Strength will probably not have a stat as high as yours if they are under level 75, is that right? Julius winced at the simplification, ¡°I guess you could say that. If you are trying to estimate how much damage you can expect to take from second-tier enemy blows. Be wary of any of the races that have a racial bonus in the stat though, they will defy these predictions.¡± ¡®Second tier¡­ oh right, anyone between level 50-100.¡¯ ¡°Got it. But for simplicity''s sake, if I were to fight a Consumer right now. How would I hold up against their average strikes? A few days ago, I would have been in serious trouble after a couple of blows¡­ but that was almost forty points back. How can I expect to hold up now?¡± ¡°Hmmm.¡± The Bastion hummed in thought, ¡°I see where you are going with this¡­ You want to gauge just how reckless you can be with certain enemies, and while I would caution you from wagering too much on this kind of thinking, I also see how it could be useful considering your fighting style.¡± ¡°Exactly what I was thinking,¡± Tilly replied with a snap and a point, ¡°I also need to take into consideration a few new ultimates I will now have at my disposal. Making the right decision before the battle begins will have a huge outcome for me going forward.¡± As Tilly was talking, he pulled his right arm out of his sleeve. ¡°Now, I need you to strike me here on my forearm, using only your normal Strength,¡± Tilly said, wincing as he tried not to think too hard about what he was asking. He needed to establish a baseline that would hold more or less true for any enemy below the third tier. The veteran just shrugged nonchalantly, taking a few purposeful steps forward and drawing his short sword, ¡°Ready?¡± He asked, focusing on the arm, his tone suddenly serious. ¡°Yeah, do it,¡± Tilly answered, biting off the last word between gritted teeth. In a flash of dull sharpened metal, a meaty impact reverberated from the site of the swing, and a deep ache blossomed from his forearm as he watched in morbid curiosity, stifling a groan. The Bastion pulled back his weapon to reveal a cut running perpendicular to the length of his forearm. It had split the muscle on the arm¡¯s top down to the bone. Tilly experimentally moved his wrist and then his whole arm, finding no loss in his range of motion. The injury hurt, but more like taking a fastball to your batting arm than being sliced open by a weapon of war. ¡°Hmm¡­ that is interesting. Never cut something made of flesh that reacted like that.¡± Julius added clinically. ¡°Want me to heal you, sir?¡± Marq called out. ¡°No, not yet. I¡¯ve had plenty worse than this¡­¡± Tilly called back, lifting his jacket against his better instincts and looking the bastion back in the eye. ¡°Alright, let''s try a horizontal chop to the torso, under the ribs, I already know my bones can stand up to an average blow.¡± The Bastion¡¯s face tightened, but he didn¡¯t complain or hesitate, pulling back his weapon and swinging it with fluid strength into Tilly''s side, right below his floating rib. ¡°Gah!¡± Tilly gasped, feeling like he had just taken a body shot to the kidney. Julius pulled his weapon free with a wet, sucking whisper and eyed Tilly¡¯s reaction. His steady gaze helped Tilly to compartmentalize the pain, and Tilly slowly straightened, looking down at the wound. It was a few inches deep and about six inches long. Tilly also noted that while both wounds were bleeding freely, the flow was much less than he would expect in similarly traumatic injuries. He slowly tried to rotate his torso and found that his movement was once again unimpeded by the injury. ¡°Seems like you have yourself a bit of a Barbarian build here,¡± Julius noted, eyeing the wound critically. ¡°But without the berserking requirement¡­ What¡¯s your Health at now?¡± ¡°92%¡± Tilly muttered, as he noted the pain slowly starting to numb. His Constitution wasn¡¯t incredible, at a little over 2% regeneration per minute. But even with that, he would be totally healed from what should have been debilitating wounds in a few minutes. Julius whistled in appreciation, ¡°The only one I know who can tank hits like this is Gorock, and he dumps in Constitution. You remind me of a really weak troll, now that I think about it.¡± He added unhelpfully. ¡°Alright¡­ let''s keep going. This time I want you to go for the neck. Marq, be ready please.¡± ¡­ A clean gash across the neck, punctured lung, and bashed skull later, Tilly was down to 52% Health. After reeling from the final blow, he was struggling to catch his breath, his injured lungs sucking in ragged inhalations. More than the expected pain, and the Debuffs that came with the injury, Tilly was weighed down by the psychological trauma of shoving down his survival instincts and allowing Julius to strike him again and again in vital areas. Yet, even after the consecutive blows, he moved more or less freely, and the only Debuffs he had picked up were: Minor Bleeding, Addled, and Short of Breath. Julius was very familiar with all three and explained that they were all the lowest-impact versions one could expect from any wounds of the kind Tilly had received. After the initial injuries, each of the wounds had slowly numbed and reverted to a sensation of a sharp tightness. Tilly could still move regularly, but he was sure some of them would be exacerbated if he tried to fight at full speed¡­ Still, he had taken several debilitating blows from someone with strength in the third tier and his ability to fight was still intact. It was exactly the information he would need when gauging an enemy''s strength and judging which of his Stats to swap and when. ¡°Ok. That''s enough of that Julius, do you have an empowered strike of some kind?¡± Tilly gasped, still trying to school his breathing. The Bastion raised his eyebrows but nodded. ¡°This is where things are going to get a little crazy,¡± Tilly continued, as he pulled back his sleeve to reveal the almost healed wound on his forearm. ¡°Think you can take my arm in one blow?¡± Tilly grimaced. ¡°Probably, you sure?¡± ¡°Yeah, I have something that will boost my Constitution to an insane degree and I need to test a theory that if I use it I''ll get a temporary stat-themed Title. If that title shows up, I¡¯ll have only a few breaths to use it, so be ready.¡± B3. Ch. 16 Testing Tilly tried to catch his breath in ragged gasps as he collected himself and prepared his mind for the last part of the test. ¡®I need to find out now¡­ If I don¡¯t, I won''t know what this can fully do, and without that information, I can¡¯t make the right decision when it really matters.¡¯ He reminded himself for the umpteenth time since he had come up with this idea. When he had been brutally sparring every day to get ready for his mission out of the Alliance, he had asked if there were any non-fatal wounds that passive regeneration couldn¡¯t heal. The general consensus was that you could lose a body part or limb, as long as you re-attached it before it completely healed over. However, in the case of an absent limb or digit, spontaneous regeneration was in a whole other league. The same apparently applied if you lost the entirety of a specific organ. With the Bloom¡¯s patronage, Tilly was pretty sure their priests would develop both Abilities at some point, but as of now, not even Erash could raise the dead. When he activated the Bracelets, his Constitution would jump to 169, which would translate to 16.9% Health regen per minute¡­ Honestly not that exciting. In fact, considering the swap would bring his Endurance down to a measly 29, he would probably be making himself much more vulnerable to single-hit kills. This made this combination the least exciting to him in his initial considerations, with one exception. He needed to see what title having a Constitution stat higher than all the others combined would give him. It could either follow the pattern of [All-Might] and just triple his Regen temporarily, or it could be more like [Resolute] and give him an insane single-use ability. But until he knew which, he needed a test that could push the limits of the title, without risking life or limb. Which brought him back to the forearm test. Mentally, he knew that with a clean cut, even if the title could not regrow the limb they could reattach it, and even Marq should be strong enough to make sure the limb reattached enough for Tilly¡¯s regen to take over. But standing there, bleeding from multiple serious wounds as he held his arm out, Tilly was wracked by hesitation. Maybe he should have asked someone else before he tried something like this. Or maybe he should have waited until Erash or even Aurelia was free in case he was wrong about how much healing was required. Both Julius and Marq stood watching him as he hesitated. Marq looked so nervous that it may as well have been him preparing to get his arm cut off. Julius stood as a polar opposite, radiating a calm indifferent competence as he held his sword in a ready position. He was on the edge of calling the whole thing off when some deeper part of his will reached out to the Bracelets and activated their Ability pushing him past the point of no return. You have activated Celestial Bracelets of Substitutional Might. Select one of your following Stats to exchange values with your highest. This effect will last ten breaths. >Strength >Intelligence >Wisdom >Dexterity >Constitution That prompt hit him like a shock of cold water, and Tilly snarled in determination as he mentally made his selection. >Constitution The left-hand Bracelet instantaneously drained the robust feeling of solidity that he had become so used to filling his physical form. As it melted away, his skin felt papery and his bones became brittle compared to their usual iron composition. At the same time, his right hand Bracelet shot an electric jolt of potential that ran through his entire body and sank into each individual cell, invigorating them. Warning, you no longer fulfill the requirements for the Title: [Resolute]. The title has been revoked but can be regained if the requirements are met again in the future. Congratulations! You have earned the Title: [Unkillable] [Unkillable]: Your Constitution Stat is higher than all of your other Stats combined. As long as this remains true, once a day you may instantaneously regenerate your Health back to 100%. Tilly sighed in relief. That was exactly what he had been hoping for, he could already feel boosted regeneration knitting together each of his wounds, even as the Debuffs suddenly increased in severity in reaction to his much weaker form. The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. Inhale, Exhale. ¡°Alright Julius, do it.¡± He whispered, watching his arm with grim determination. The Bastion¡¯s strike blurred through Tilly¡¯s arm and with his reduced Endurance, it almost felt like the sword had somehow missed. There had been no impact, not even a tug as the sword passed right through Tilly¡¯s limb. Tilly looked up in confusion and attempted to lift his arm when a perfect line of red, appeared like one of those stupid tribal tattoos some of the guys at the station got when they went to Myrtle Beach. Inhale, Exhale. Maybe it was the Myrtle Beach thing, but when his limb flopped to the ground, accompanied by shooting arterial blood, Tilly couldn¡¯t help but think of his last fishing trip, and the sound each fish made as they flopped up from the water onto the deck. Inhale, Exhale. The sight of his arm lying on the ground being splashed with impressive amounts of his own blood was absolutely riveting, and he found himself lost in the sight. ¡°Tilly,¡± Julius called, interrupting his shock, ¡°do something.¡± Pain along with a mental stream of expletives bloomed in his mind, and he tried to pull back from the trauma of his first lost limb¡­ ¡®Ha, first of many!¡± an insane thought flittered jokingly across his strained mind. ¡®Get ahold of yourself, you idiot.¡¯ He replied to himself in an internal shout. His Will was unfocused and erratic as he fought through the cloud of confusion and finally activated [Unkillable]. Inhale, Exhale. This time as he dragged in a panicked breath, it felt like the whole universe came with it. A raging inferno of power suffused his body along with the air and as he exhaled it, a small fraction of that power was channeled to his body. The bleeding cut off, and bone, followed by muscle then skin, burst from his forearm in a stream of multicolored growth. The feeling of his nerves suddenly reconnecting was so intense that he didn¡¯t even notice as the rest of the wounds on his body practically evaporated. Inexplicably, the silver accessory on his dismembered arm faded away and reconstituted on his new wrist in perhaps the most premium display of magic bullshit Tilly had ever seen. ¡°ARGH!¡± He shouted at the overwhelming breadth of the sensations to hit him at once. A few gasps later, the Bracelet¡¯s Ability ran out and his stats swapped back, with his Health at 100% and all of his Debuffs gone. Marq stood frozen with his jaw hanging open, and Julius let out an impressed grunt as they both took in Tilly¡¯s panting, completely restored form. Julius was the first to speak, ¡°You don¡¯t need to share the limits of this Ability with me, but if this is just one of the combinations, I see why you need to test them. As far as I know, I have never even heard of anyone doing what you have done with your stat imbalance¡­ Well, not anyone that has lived long enough to not become a cautionary tale.¡± Tilly tore his eyes away from his old arm, ¡°Ha, yeah, can¡¯t say I have high hopes for avoiding that second group, but until then, I think I just unlocked a way to be much more dangerous in the short term.¡± Then with a heavy look in his eyes, Tilly continued, ¡°I can¡¯t stress enough how this needs to stay as private as possible. The fewer people who know, the more effective an ace this will be. My Endurance build is more widely known than I am comfortable with, but with this, my utility on the field just got radically expanded¡­ as long as it stays secret. I don¡¯t know what the Alliance will face next, but whatever it is, I want to maintain the ability to sucker punch it in the mouth.¡± He finished with a grin, eliciting a laugh from Julius. ¡°We will keep it between us, and make sure to be here tomorrow. If you don''t mind me asking, does your System description say, ¡®once a day¡¯ exactly?¡° ¡°Yeah, that''s the wording.¡± ¡°Alright,¡± he continued as he wiped Tilly¡¯s blood from his sword and sheathed it, ¡°You might already know this, but the actual boundaries of that System phrase are daybreak to daybreak, nightfall to nightfall, or two periods of time broken by a long rest, meaning more than eight hours.¡± Tilly slowly blinked at that startlingly useful information, ¡°Wow. I had guessed the first part, but I had no idea about the second. How does the System define rest? ¡° ¡°Complete inactivity, including any form of skill grinding. So some kinds of races meditate instead of sleep, but they can not use it to advance a skill if they want to achieve the long rest stipulation. We have a few Unit Magic Abilities that have day or week cooldowns and have had to do some tricky things with marching and setting the watch to make sure we get them back available in the field.¡± ¡°So I could go take an eight-hour nap, and come back here tonight?¡± ¡°Sure, if you can actually sleep that long, anyone with an Endurance like yours typically finds it easier to wait for the next daybreak or nightfall. Forcing yourself to inactivity without progressing for our kind is¡­ difficult.¡° ¡°Hmm, ok, thanks,¡± Tilly said, his eyes returning to his severed limb even as his mind processed the new information and the possibilities of the capability of the [Unkillable] title. Without thinking about it, he sent his Mana to enflame his new limb, and it reacted immediately, with an unexpected ferocity. A flicker of blue fire raced down his new arm and before he understood what was happening, it jumped to his old limb. The impact burst into an uncharacteristically hot blaze, incinerating his remains in seconds. Tilly flinched at the unexpected reaction, and Marq gagged loudly behind him as the smell of charred flesh permeated the area. ¡°...If tomorrow will still work, I¡¯m going to take the young¡¯un and see about getting more of these items. If you don¡¯t mind, me and the men will take over testing them. I¡¯m sure your time is better used elsewhere.¡± ¡°Yeah, that''s fine,¡± Tilly said, absently staring at the dying embers, trying to figure out what had just happened. The Bastion gave him a quick clap on the back and led the green acolyte away as Tilly continued to watch the pile of ash. It cooled from cherry-red to a mute whitish grey after a few seconds as he tried to put his finger on the subtle shift that had just occurred in his core. For the first time in his second life, he was beginning to feel something akin to true power. Sure it was limited and selective¡­ but with these and whatever other titles he could discover in the next few days, he stood a real chance of being able to tip the scales in the coming conflict. A small satisfied smile tugged at the edges of his lips as he looked at the small pile of ash. He was about to turn away and head back to the city when he noticed a tiny glimmer amongst the whitish-grey. Curious, he squatted down next to his own remains and blew on them, dispersing the ash and exposing a tiny sapphire the size of his pinky. He picked it up in wonder and felt his untethered bond snap into place, latching on to the small gem. His small smile burst into something unabashedly joyous at the realization. ¡®She Who Kindles The Dawn¡¯ he sent in wonder through the newly reconnected bond. Some part of him hoped that her full name would somehow elicit an answer. The bond remained silent, but he could have sworn a faint light sparkled in the center of the gem, flickering out a moment later. B3. Ch. 17 Axis and Allies Amelia Cooper, Level 49 Botanist Surveyor ¡°Those kids are going to be the end of me¡­¡± She grumbled to herself as she marched angrily through the camps to the alchemic workshop. Only a day and they had already all moved out of the agricultural group home and off to their selected areas of work. Just like that, no warning, hardly even a goodbye! They had been her responsibility¡­ She had thought she could trust those she left to watch them while they were gone. But her assistant had gone and joined the Watch during the fighting, and Edna and George had been too busy maintaining the border. So the kids had gotten out and done something they would certainly regret. ¡®Throwing away their childhood! How could you let them do that?¡¯ She snarled internally, glaring over at the mountain as she moved through the ever-present streams of people. She didn¡¯t care if the kids had saved her near the end. They had done so by risking themselves needlessly, and that was not the job of children. Then that puffed-up excuse of a Deity they were all sticking their necks out for had given them a ¡°reward¡± for their recklessness! Taking away a child''s chance to live out their young years was a crime in her book, no matter who the criminal was. She noticed that those around her on the packed dirt street were beginning to give her a wide berth, and she scowled, shooting a glance back along her path and finding a thorny bramble springing up in a long line leading back toward the river bridge. ¡°Away with you!¡± She snapped, gesturing sharply at the growth. The long line of interconnected plants shriveled and decayed. She turned back toward her destination with a huff, equal parts frustrated and embarrassed by her lack of control. Helping Jonathan¡¯s Phoenix kill that monster and then carrying the Bloom resulted in many changes to her magic that she was having trouble adjusting to. Holding the Facet for so long had forcefully expanded her Mana Pathways three or four times, and agitated her Well until it was less a well and more of a spring. Not to mention her quest reward, which was another world of headaches in itself¡­ It had a year-long cooldown, but even the idea of becoming some sort of giant on the battlefield disturbed her. She had never minded fighting when she had to, but full-scale battle had always been something she avoided if at all possible. Not that it looked like she would have much of a choice in the near future. The thought of a plane-wide conflict disturbed her more than she was willing to admit, and it was clear that their Patron was going to be at its center. She shuddered at the idea of what kind of pressure they would have to be facing for her to activate its ¡°gift¡± to her. She looked up from her musing and found herself at the doorway to the workshop. Taking a deep breath, and smoothing out her shirt and jacket, she pushed through the door, ready to leave those thoughts behind and spend a few relaxing hours pursuing an exciting idea for a potion based on her Blood Weed breakthrough with the Order. As the door opened, a thick cloud of smoke billowed out, along with the sound of shouting, ¡°Listen, you little Twerp! It was all fine and good when you wanted to help out around here, but now you''re disturbing our work!¡± A hazy figure shouted down towards the other end of the shop. ¡°That one wasn¡¯t my fault Kelvin! This new Glass is crazy, it has so many properties with alchemical importance to discover!¡± Amelia continued to wave away the smoke and saw some enchantments begin to glow in the ceiling, sucking up the rest of the smog and revealing the head alchemist Kelvin, staring daggers at little Cog. Unlike the others, he physically looked the exact same as when she had last seen him a week ago. Amelia would almost have said he was the only one who had dodged the lunacy the rest of the children had taken up, but there, plain as day above his little frame was the strangest class she had ever seen. Level 9 Thaumic Munitions Specialist The head Alchemist turned away from the gnome in a huff, muttering to himself, ¡°¡®Properties¡¯ he says¡­ just wants to know if they will make a bigger boom.¡± Taking that as approval, a white smile slashed the soot-covered mask that was Cog¡¯s face and he quickly turned back to his own station sweeping away the pile of slag that was his last concoction into an already full waste bin. Kelvin looked up at the now noticeable light coming in from the open door and found Amelia there, pausing in the entry as she tried to process the scene and the implications therein. ¡°Mrs. Cooper! A pleasure to have you. I¡¯m sure you heard about our new Synthesizer!¡± He bragged shamelessly, gesturing to the large boxy stone plinth covered in runes with a gaping opening in its side. The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. ¡°Cog, you too?¡± She asked, completely ignoring the statement. At the sound of her voice, those little hands froze, as if caught doing something they weren¡¯t supposed to, and the gnome turned, ¡°Yes, ma¡¯am. Me too¡± he answered simply, his eyebrows knit in a look of concern. At first, she thought it was concern about what she was going to say, but as they both stood there staring at each other, she realized that it was much worse than that. ¡®He is worried about me¡­ ¡® His little eyes seemed to take in far more than she was comfortable with, and she found herself breaking the stare first and looking down at the stained planks of the workshop. ¡°Well, you are free now, free to take as many risks as you like! I won''t be in your way anymore¡­¡± She noted with some surprise that a few fresh droplets were now watering the wood near her feet, and she quickly raised her hands to wipe at her face when the impact of a small body hit her in the legs. Her eyes widened in wonder as the least affectionate of her charges hugged her tightly. ¡°We may be grown up¡­ but we still need you.¡± He muttered, seemingly oblivious to the other workers who were all studiously avoiding looking over at the scene. She opened her mouth to answer but was interrupted by another impact on her shoulder as a hand pushed her and Cog aside to make way. Two clopping hooves sounded on the planks behind her and a voice called into the shop, ¡°Where is the young prodigy? We are taking him and building another workshop near the wall, where none of your grubby hands can interfere with his genius!¡± ------ Erash, Level 90 High Priestess of Origin¡¯s Flame A Horn screams in the distance, awakening lusts as old as time. --- The lone dragon falls from the sky as the crown of Nephesh is torn in two. ---- The world chokes on blood and ash, intoxicating the soul of the Land with its destruction. --- Roiling seas of chaos crash against the last bulwarks of order. The sky darkens, boiling with hatred as a single star rises into the heavens, its light small against the fury of the growing storm. --- Erash pulled free from the vision gasping, finding herself collapsed on the floor of the central chamber of the temple, paces away from the altar. Her chest heaved in exertion as she tried to catch her breath in between the billowing waves of emotions that threatened to drown her. Of all the new Abilities that had come with her temporary class, the one she had been most hesitant to use was, by far, Commune. Most of her newer companions had little to no experience with Deific interaction, and they had no clue just how much it cost to open themselves to beings of such power. Control, and at times even conscious choice disappeared in such interactions, and all that was left was the Will of the being you sought. This was doubly true for whatever Origin was. Most deities were consistent with the ideals they embodied, but what did He represent? She looked around as she wiped her eyes, finding blood mingled with her tears. The central chamber was still thankfully empty. The Acolytes had protected her need for complete privacy as she performed the twelve hours of preparation it took to clear her mind and activate the Ability. The pleasant new growth that now filled the chamber reached toward her collapsed form and she leaned into their small strength thankful for the show of support as confusion, terror, and sorrow warred for supremacy in her soul. ¡°How could you let that happen?¡± she breathed, finding the strength from somewhere to raise her head and glare at the Flame. The Flower growing within its blaze remained unapologetic in its song, exuding Warmth and Wrath in equal measures. The High Priestess climbed shakily to her feet, feeling weaker than she had even in those final hours on the wall. The weight of what she had just seen hung on her heart like heavy chains and a sob pushed itself up from her chest, bursting through her lips with small stringers of spittle. ¡°HOW COULD YOU?!¡± She screamed, demanding an answer that she didn¡¯t think she could bear to hear. ¡­ Tim Level ??? Time Lord ¡°The things I do for my research¡­¡± Tim sighed as he took careful steps around the small rivers of blood and ichor that continued to pour forth from the Hive''s central chamber. A close observation would have revealed that the Time Lord was walking a foot above the ground, but the tunnel limited how much space he could put between him and the goop... He couldn¡¯t help but grimace in displeasure. Thus marked the end of another project with significant potential¡­ At one point this one had conquered a full third of the Underdark¡­ now with its Queen and her daughters consumed by the workers, the population was doomed. Evidence of Corruption was everywhere, moving through the tunnels like rich deposits of living ore. In the end, the Hive had fully embraced the power that the substance represented without any precautions, and this had led to radical expansion. They had made it to the foot of the Dwarven Deeps, before collapsing in on themselves in hunger. Over his long life, Tim had found that this always ended up being the case for those given too much power without a truly great purpose to temper it. ¡°Such a waste... It would have done much for those above to face such an incredibly durable opponent. Alas, this conflict will never be.¡± He muttered, scanning the threads of the Underweave as the Hive¡¯s fate unraveled from the pattern and fell away. Now this is what he had actually come to see. To watch something so heavily connected to the pattern of the Plane suddenly ripped from its future was¡­ Fascinating. The effect of Corruption on the Weave was unlike anything he had ever encountered, and he was sure that it held the potential to break the limits he had hit up against Epochs ago. So much to study and so little time to keep up with all his little projects¡­ Speaking of which, he had detected several very interesting changes to an old failure that he had thought relegated to obscurity. He had dabbled in creating Classes earlier in this Epoch, and had mostly been disappointed by the results. But some shifts had occurred in the Land since he had been away and now what he had thought was a failure suddenly hummed through the threads of fate with renewed purpose and weight. Such variables could not be left untended when the balance he had struck to guide the plane into its next iteration was so tenuous. Tim waved his hand and activated a portal faster than any of the so-called ¡°teleportation experts¡± on the Plane could ever dream of. Then his features shivered as his mana reproduced what would now be called an Ability. Perfect Mask. B3. Ch. 18 A Bird in the Hand Tilly gasped as his Mana once again bottomed out. His head was splitting, yet no matter how hard he tried to channel flame into the gem fragment, nothing happened. He had emptied his well two or three times at this point, determined to produce enough heat to help grow the gem back to the egg-like size he remembered when he first got it, but no matter what he tried, the fragment didn¡¯t seem to be able to absorb any of the heat. It was so frustrating. After days of nothing, he finally had a way forward, but it had turned out to be just another wall. Since that first glimmer of a response, he had been unable to establish any sort of connection with the gem. He had begun to worry that his experience with the gem had only been his imagination. ¡°Gah!¡± He shouted in frustration, his Mana Exhaustion headache only deepening at the increased tension in his neck and shoulders. He squeezed the fragment in his fist, willing something, anything to happen. Unfortunately, besides a dull pressure on his incredibly tough skin, he still felt nothing. With a sigh of resignation, he lifted the gem up to his eye line and spoke to it, as much in stubbornness as any sort of confidence, ¡°I don''t know if you can hear me girl, but I¡¯m bringing you back. No matter what. I think I have another plan, but it will have to wait till tomorrow. Hold on just a little bit longer.¡± As he finished, he felt a slight shifting in the inside left chest of his jacket, and he lifted the collar in confusion to find a small pocket had been added on the inside of the primitive fur and leather armor. ¡°...Uh, thanks, buddy. That actually means a lot right now.¡± Tilly grumbled, bemused at the gesture. Nonetheless, he slipped the fragment into the pocket, hidden away from the world, resting on his chest right above his heart. With that, Tilly decided to head back into the city and find some food, while he nursed his pounding headache. The sun was just hitting the trees over the far horizon and he had a few more hours of daylight left. He needed a distraction to pass the time until daybreak tomorrow, and he doubted he could make himself sleep early to get the full-day refresh active any sooner than daybreak. Tilly headed back to the wall, climbing the temporary ladder step up for individuals with no cargo, and moved through the camp without stopping, a listless expression on his face. Maybe it was the Mana Exhaustion or just the fact that he had put himself through low-grade torture earlier today, but his mind felt like mush, and the fact that he wouldn¡¯t be able to try anything else for Kindle until tomorrow morning just added to his apathy. Soon the familiar business-like bustle of a booming city surrounded Tilly and he let the shouts of merchants and the sound of almost constant construction wash over him. Despite the business of the street traffic, Tilly was once again impressed at the cleanliness and order that persisted even amidst the frenzied period of growth and investment the city was experiencing. He stopped by a stall in one of the wide courtyards that housed open-air merchants near the parade ground gate. An old satyr was selling grilled meat on a stick, covered in a dark tangy sauce and the smell was intoxicating. A thunderous grumble reminded Tilly that he had not eaten since breakfast and without thinking, Tilly walked up and gestured for three of them. As soon as the merchant moved to comply, Tilly realized that he had no clue how to pay or even access his Contribution Points¡­ The stall owner smiled at Tilly''s hesitance and pushed the sticks into his hand anyway. ¡°Uh, Thanks! These look great, but, uh¡­ how do I pay you?¡± Tilly asked, trying not to drool as the still sizzling grilled meat hovered by his nose. ¡°For you, Human? No charge!¡± The stall owner smiled, pushing Tilly¡¯s hand now holding the meat, toward his body. ¡°No man, I have money, let me pay you.¡± Tilly insisted, now uncomfortable as he wished he had a wallet or some sort of currency to brandish, emphasizing his point. ¡°Please take it! My daughter was on the wall when you returned and released Fire from the mountain, blessing us all. She says they were about to be overwhelmed¡­ This is a small thing, let me show my appreciation.¡± The man insisted in turn, lifting his hands in a refusal to take the meat back from Tilly. Tilly opened his mouth to push the issue further, not at all comfortable with the growing heroic sentiment he was beginning to experience around the city, but the stall merchant shrugged in a carefree manner, his smile only growing, ¡°Please friend, after you take it, I will be telling every potential customer that Icharus¡¯ Grilled Delights are your favorite food item in the city. My business will triple. Do not worry about me, and accept my thanks!¡± He said, almost laughing at Tilly¡¯s discomfort. ¡°Alright¡­ But seriously, if I did want to pay for these, how would I?¡± The merchant pulled out a rune-inscribed stone tablet from the table next to his grill, and waved it at him, ¡°It is very simple, friend. You tap this each time you buy something from me, and the transaction is logged at the Exchange. Others have more complicated wares, so they had to spring for the more expensive Recorder, but little old Icharus only has one delightful product for sale.¡± He finished with a wink. ¡®It''s like a fantasy card reader hooked up to my Contribution Point total. That¡¯s¡­ awesome.¡¯ ¡°Thanks, Icarus. You can go ahead and tell everyone these are, in fact, my favorite.¡± Tilly exclaimed, taking a searing bite of the meat on the end of one of the sticks. The skin broke with a crispy crackle and released a flood of savory juices into his mouth as he chewed through the tender bite, his eyes widening in shock. Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more. ¡°Delightful! I know!¡± The stall owner laughed, turning to wave over another prospective customer. Tilly took that as a dismissal, and moved on from the stall, smiling as he overheard the satyr begin calling into the crowd, ¡°You saw him! Come try the tasty treat that our human can¡¯t get enough of! He didn¡¯t leave with less than three, how many will you enjoy this evening!¡± Tilly moved through the market, down a street that he knew would lead him toward the center of the city. This area had undergone the most construction in recent weeks. The one and two-story buildings that reminded him of Feudal Japan had been replaced by huge stone block buildings that were reminiscent of the construction style used to build the wall. It seemed like the higher-end shops and services were all investing in this area, as the heart of the growing Alliance. Tilly noted that his little shack was actually only a few blocks from the new city center, and the same was true of Hiro and Ichiro¡¯s manor. He wasn¡¯t even sure if he owned the little building or not, but if he did, the property value had probably skyrocketed over the last month. Tilly let his mind wander as he kept an easy pace, watching the people who filled the streets with a calm, unrushed eye. He wasn¡¯t on his way to fight some battle or begin another grueling training session. Instead, for perhaps the first time in his new life, he was able to enjoy the breeze and just watch as people went about their lives in this new magical world. The flow of people was mainly made up of the three founding races of the Faction. But there were more than a few minority races moving through the streets pursuing their own errands or business. After the recent battle, there was an air of determination and grit that seemed to characterize a lot of the faces he was seeing in the city. This world was brutal, and it had punched him in the gut the moment he had stepped foot on the plane. He had moved from conflict to conflict in a rush to survive or do his best to protect those who could not protect themselves. But now, as he walked through the crowds of people he was fighting for, he began to feel grounded in his role. A sense of pride began to well up in Tilly¡¯s chest. It had been messy every step of the way, but he had fought and bled to help establish something like this, and the evidence of the Faction¡¯s thriving encouraged him on a deep level. On some level, even near the end, he had loved being a firefighter. Serving people and taking up the mantle of a role model in his culture was what attracted him to the career in the first place. He still didn¡¯t like when some of the lapins would offer him small bows, or others would gesture at him like he was a roadside attraction, but in the end, he was happy that he had fought so hard for these people. The Alliance was not ¡°fair¡± by his modern American standards. But it seemed like everyone who wanted work had it, and no one seemed to be starving. He knew the situation out in the camps was less idyllic than here in the city center, but he also saw just as many satyrs here as lapins. By nature of their position, the lapins had entered into the Alliance with an economic advantage, but Tilly had not detected any sort of malice in the hardworking people. It was almost as if their racial pride insulated them against the sort of petty hatred that could so easily emerge against those who had once oppressed them. Plus, escaping the capital together and then fighting a war so soon after the establishment of the Alliance had done something for the people that decades of equality never could. The streets were filled with people of many races who had survived blow after blow, and those who had bled to be here didn¡¯t seem like the type to waste the chance. Before he knew it, he was standing in front of a new building in a square that had been completely cleared near a couple of blocks from the teleport platform. He looked up at the workers and almost dropped his remaining meat stick in shock. The large granite blocks were being set by hand in an arched opening that dominated the front face of the building. The workers building the edifice seemed to be moving at three times normal speed. Even the stone carver near the entrance was hammering through an impressively large block of granite veined with dragon glass at an insane speed. His blows sounded like machine gun fire and under the motions, a fiery sun was rapidly taking shape. ¡°If you think our builders are fast, wait until you see the Commerce Guild building,¡± Tilly turned to find Mateus approaching from around a newly arrived wagon filled with building supplies. He finished checking off a list in his hands and then handed the paper to the driver, ¡°They just broke ground an hour ago, but I would bet that you will have an Epic class building by the end of the day tomorrow, and with them establishing a presence so soon, an auction house is sure to be close behind.¡± Then turning to Tilly with a knowing smile, he continued, ¡°How else would a young Faction spend all of its hard-earned Standard Gold?¡± He asked with a wink, before returning his gaze to the Temple that would soon be his charge. ¡°Just when I think this whole magic thing is getting old, I see something like this¡­¡± Tilly replied, following the Temple Steward¡¯s look toward the building being raised at a supernatural pace. ¡°Honestly, I think the build team is just happy to have a new assignment. They haven¡¯t left the island in months, and between you and me,¡± He said, leaning conspiratorially toward Tilly and speaking through the side of his mouth, ¡°Dwarves and the other builder types are not the best at sitting on their hands, especially when the whole plane seems to be collapsing. It''s good to see them back in their element.¡± He finished, his eyes going distant as he watched the crew work. ¡°How are you liking the Three-Fold Alliance so far?¡± ¡°It¡¯s¡­ hopeful. It has been a long time since I have visited a Faction this young. Part of my training occurred in a temple outpost of a new nation of Sand Elves that had risen to power after discovering some powerful artifacts in the ruins of the deep desert. They were a private people, who ended their nomadic lifestyle to establish a base of power at the edge of the desert and trade in its treasures. But when I got there, their Faction was years old and nothing like this.¡± A brief memory flashed through Tilly¡¯s mind, ¡°...Dune Ranger of the Sand Seas.¡± He muttered and Mateus¡¯ head jerked to the side in surprise. ¡°You can¡¯t have heard of them, they are on the other side of the continent, and are home to one of our smallest outposts!¡± ¡°Yeah, long story,¡± Tilly replied lamely, not at all ready to get into the details of his transference to Nephesh. Mateus seemed to read something deeper in his hesitance, and nodded solemnly, ¡°Oh, of course, your Patron¡¯s mysteries are yours to keep.¡± ¡°No, uh¡­ actually yeah. Something like that.¡± ¡°Well, thank you for stopping by to check on our progress. It may not be an Epic class structure like the Guild¡¯s, but I think your people will be pleased by the advantages of having your Faction visibly aligned with us. But be warned, we may have gotten here first, Light be praised, but there are many powers on the Plane. They will not hesitate to step on you as they ascend to greater heights. ¡­ Tilly stayed and talked to Mateus for a while, hearing about his travels as a younger priest, and then begging off as the sun began to set. After pushing himself to the brink the last couple of days, it was nice to just spend an evening walking around the city. The trauma of tests from earlier that day and the Mana Exhaustion slowly faded, his mind and soul bolstered by a visceral reminder of what he was fighting for. He had no clue if his idea to bring back Kindle would work, but by the time he laid back down in his bed, he felt peace. Even if he failed again, he wouldn¡¯t stop until she was back. Then, he would do whatever it took to protect these people and his new home. B3. Ch. 19 Strands of Fate Tilly was up before the sun rose the next day feeling refreshed and more than a little nervous about the day¡¯s plans. The tray of food had magically appeared as it always did, but he left it where it was, deciding to only take a little water before heading out. His stomach was in knots and he decided he would come back for it if he was hungry later. Instead, he set out into the predawn light and jogged down the slightly-less-busy streets, heading toward the wall. When he arrived at the staging camp, he realized that he had established no way to contact Julius and Marq to notify them of another test. He looked around the camp, wondering how he should go about finding them. Even at this earlier hour, a patrol was preparing to head out over the wall, and the shouts from the mouth of the valley heralded the return of the last group. The new army had been ranging farther and farther afield into the dead lands, systematically clearing them of the now feral Strigoi and gaining experience as a mobile force. But they still staged every patrol here at the wall. Sturdy stone and timber buildings were already replacing the temporary structures that had served them all through the siege and a few of them even showed evidence of industry, pushing out smoke through clay chimneys and ringing with the clanging of metal. One particular building, set far to the side of the others, released a large whoofing boom, before ejecting an impressive amount of thick smoke. Tilly started moving in that direction without even thinking about it, but a voice called out to him from nearby, halting his automatic Firefighter response. ¡°See boy. I told you he would be here with the sun. Trust me, I know the type.¡± Julius¡¯ rough voice snarked, as the Bastion emerged from behind a tent, having clearly been walking in Tilly¡¯s direction. ¡°What was that? Do they need help?¡± Tilly asked the Bastion, tearing his eyes away from the new soot-stained building. ¡°Naw, the only help they need is space to be left alone and work,¡± Julius replied drily with Marq emerging from the same corridor between tents, wincing over at the building, but adding nothing to the Bastion''s statement. ¡°Alright then¡­ Are you guys ready to head out? And maybe more importantly, does the Commander on duty know there might be some strangeness in our area this morning?¡± ¡°Taken care of, Champion. Are we requisitioning anyone else today?¡± ¡°...I don¡¯t think so.¡± Tilly answered hesitantly before leaning forward and lowering his voice, ¡°I''m going to test Wisdom today, and I don''t think the results will be that explosive¡­ but I want you guys there, just in case. I have a guess about what sort of Title will come with each remaining stat. Except for Wisdom, I have no clue how the System is going to reward such a min-max build, but I am hoping it will help me solve a block I have been hitting recently.¡± ¡°Copy that, lead on then.¡± The Bastion answered in a bored-sounding voice, not at all cowed by the unknown variables of the task. Tilly nodded gratefully, happy to have access to such a competent resource for these tests. Soon enough they were over the wall and moving past the unnatural cliff face that ringed the valley on this side. In the distance they could just barely see the next patrol ranging out, moving at what would have been a full sprint back on earth, but only served as double time for their soldiers. Marq couldn¡¯t keep that pace yet, so they moved at a jog until they were well out of sight of the wall. ¡°What do you think?¡± Tilly said, turning to the pair. Julius shrugged, ¡°Your call, are you going to use this boost to cast something explosive?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t think so¡­ It honestly depends on what Title shows up when I activate the items. I won¡¯t have a lot of time to make the call, so I¡¯m going to move a good distance from you before I give it a try. Julius, take care of Marq if things get out of hand. And Marq, handle me if I blow myself to bits or something.¡± Julius nodded with a flat smile, while the Acolyte paled for a moment, looking between his two superiors. Trying to decide if they were joking or not. Keeping his face deadpan, Tilly followed up with ¡°I''ll signal before activating, be ready.¡± Then he turned and took off, quickly moving a few hundred yards away, and settling into his meditative pose. He shot off a quick wave toward the pair and then began to breathe deeply, falling into the pattern that now felt more like home than his bed. Moving slowly, he reached into his new hidden pocket and brought out the gem fragment, laying it in his open hands, and settling into his center, reaching for as much calm and focus as he could. He had debated trying for intelligence in this next test. He was more confident that the boost and associated Title would pair with [All or Nothing] creating a ridiculously overpowered magical attack. But his failed attempts yesterday to put heat into the fragment had led him to conclude that this was not a power problem. He was confident that the fragment was in fact a piece of what had once been the egg he had first received as a quest reward, but he had no clue how to restore it to that state. No matter what he had tried, the fragment hadn¡¯t been able to take in any of his Mana and he suspected that it was still missing something essential to its structure. He was still bonded to it, and he knew this was the key to bringing back Kindle, but until he solved whatever problem was keeping the gem from forming into a fully realized egg, he doubted he would be able to catalyze the emergence of the Phoenix again. That left him with the Wisdom boost. This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience. On the surface, it would give him access to much more Mana for ten seconds, which he could use to push many times more energy into the fragment than he had yesterday. But if that was all he was interested in, he would have just gone straight for the Intelligence test. No, something in his gut told him that boosting Wisdom that much would result in more than just a straight power or Regen increase. He took a final deep breath, sinking deep into the flame ablaze at his core, and sent a flicker of Will into his Celestial items. You are about to activate Celestial Bracelets of Substitutional Might. Select one of your following Stats to exchange values with your highest. This effect will last ten breaths. >Strength >Intelligence >Wisdom >Dexterity >Constitution His awareness hovered over his metaphysical network of Mana Pathways and his Well, watching to glean some insight into the workings of the Celestial items and hopefully some hint at how to restore his friend. He took one more deep breath and then selected his chosen stat. >Wisdom As soon as he selected it, both jewels inset into the bracelets began to glow. The blue gem pulled deeply on his soul, stripping him of whatever invisible interconnected structures undergirded his body on a cellular level. Tilly¡¯s internal senses were not sharp enough to catch most of what was happening, even while meditating, but he did feel the familiar weakening of his physical form as the incredible sturdiness of his body was radically reduced. Simultaneously, the green jewel burned against his opposite wrist, flooding his Mana Pathways with incredible energy, expanding them by an order of magnitude. He immediately became viscerally aware of the Mana-drenched world around him, his Mana Pathways began acting like a vacuum, pulling in the surrounding energy at an incredible rate, and attempted to jam more Mana into his already full Well. This all happened before he had begun taking his first breath, and he was careful to maintain his breathing discipline as he pulled up his newest notification. Warning, you no longer fulfill the requirements for the Title: [Resolute]. The title has been revoked but can be regained if the requirements are met again in the future. Congratulations! You have earned the Title: [Fate Drinker] [Fate Drinker]: Your Wisdom stat is higher than all of your other stats combined. As long as this remains true, you may empower a single Ability with the very essence of the substance underpinning reality itself, resulting in powerful, yet unpredictable outcomes. Tilly considered this new Title, giving himself several seconds and another whole breath to process, even as his fourth-tier Wisdom stat continually funneled an extreme amount of mana into his system. Unable to enter his core, it was ejected into the air around him, creating an invisible vortex of potential energy, swirling with him at its center. The feeling of unused power filled him to the point that he felt like he was going to pop, and he grit his teeth against the uncomfortable sensation. He slowly forced out another breath, clinging to his meditative pattern as he focused in on the gem fragment, and activated his new Title. His internal awareness suddenly snapped, throwing his perspective into an entirely new dimension. One filled with screaming color, intricately woven into complex patterns of sound and light. Tilly instantly lost his connection to space and time as his sense of self frayed to the point of nonexistence by his new, elevated perspective. His mind was adrift in a sea of dazzling complexity and he was left without anything to anchor him to what he had once thought was reality. Moments bled into months as his perspective itself was pulled through the intricate pattern undergirding all creation. At some point during this journey, a small, significant thing glittered, calling his attention back from the vast sea to a deep blue point hovering just in front of his core. That point did something to him, pulling him back from the edge and helping him to find himself in the context of the cosmos. Tilly felt it as an awareness of his soul bloomed in his consciousness, a revelation of self. He watched in awe as it took in the dizzying array of shifting patterns that surrounded it and wove them into a knot that seemed to beat like a heart. It sent out and received energy with every ¡°beat¡± and he could not help but be drawn to the faint, but significant presence orbiting the complex mechanism that was him. It seemed to beat in sync with him, and the sight of the small sapphire star set off a deep thrumming in the depths of his soul. Light and energy, woven into a pattern of desire, shot out from his core and wrapped around the blue point in a gentle embrace, and began to form a complex network of interwoven points that seemed to crystallize around the star in real-time. This brought him a deep feeling of satisfaction even though he could not remember why. As he watched as the metaphysical structure was built, his heightened awareness started to fade, and the dimensional sea he had found himself in began fuzzing out of focus in his peripheries. Relief washed through him as he felt himself returning to his body, but that piece of his core that had reached out to the small star, shone brightly in defiance, not yet finished with its work. Even as the rest of the scene faded, the connection his soul had formed vibrantly radiated its clear intention in rejection of the slow fuzzing of its surroundings. Even in his addled state, Tilly¡¯s awareness identified deeply with his soul¡¯s desire, and he flung himself at the working, lending as much of his Will and self to the crystalized network that had almost finished its genesis. The heart-achingly beautiful vista of deep reality was slowly covered by a thin layer of space-time, removing it from his awareness. But he clung stubbornly to the working that his soul had almost completed, protecting it from fuzzing out as it urgently wove stunningly complex layers of meaning and purpose around the small sapphire star. His soul, a galaxy of belief and desire interconnected by strands of memory and longing, beat thunderously like a sprinter¡¯s heart, as it funneled as much of the surrounding pattern into the network it was helping form as possible. Yet it wasn¡¯t enough, even in the fading light of his elevated awareness, Tilly could sense its lack and roared as he reached for more. Probability bent, time slowed, and even the power radiating off the Plane¡¯s sun was funneled through Tilly¡¯s strained soul and used in the working. His awareness screamed in effort and pain as something finally snapped in his metaphysical structure, and his ability to hold on to the effort slipped from his mental grasp. The Weave was replaced by an encroaching darkness, as unconsciousness closed in all around him, bringing with it a grim promise of relief. As the last of the Mana flooding his system was thrust into the miniature sun shining in the palm of his hand, Tilly¡¯s eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he collapsed backward, finished. ¡­ Voices floated above him, swimming over the surface of his consciousness as he took refuge deep in the waters below. ¡°What is that thing?¡± ¡°What, you haven¡¯t seen him with it before?¡± Then a small sharp tap hit his forehead, somehow reverberating into the depths of his psyche. Cheep? B3. Ch. 20 Back in Business Tilly¡¯s eyes flew open, finding a tiny down-covered floof ball standing on his forehead looking down at him. His mind was soupy and slow after interacting with reality at a level far beyond what he could comprehend, but that did not stop what might have been the dopiest smile he had ever worn from stretching the edges of his mouth. ¡°Damn, it is good to see you.¡± He breathed out to his companion on her forehead perch. Cheep, She agreed, sending him an image of snuggling under a warm wing, deep in the safety of a nest. He sat up slowly, lifting his hands to his head to cup the tiny chick as the surface she was standing on went vertical. ¡°Mr Tillman! Are you ok?¡± Marq asked breathlessly, still gasping from his run over. Julius stood by his side, his thumbs looped into his belt in a relaxed posture. ¡°Better than ok, son,¡± Tilly answered, gazing down at the chick who had begun to preen her feathers. ¡°I¡¯m guessing you won¡¯t be needing us until tomorrow?¡± Julius added a small smile to play on his normally professionally detached features. ¡°Yeah, I¡¯m all done with tests for today.¡± At that, the Bastion nodded and turned to go, prompting Marq to blurt out a question before he was left behind. ¡°Sir, If you don''t mind me asking, what did the new Title do?¡± ¡°Honestly, I''m not sure. I can barely remember it, but whatever happened, was enough to bring her back, which is everything I was hoping for and more. Why, what did you see, anything?¡± ¡°We saw something start to swirl around you, but I couldn¡¯t make out what it was, then¡­ I don''t know, you suddenly felt heavier? Like I had to lean back to avoid getting pulled in toward you.¡± ¡°Hmh. Well, the title let me draw on something besides just Mana to power an Ability. I remember entering into an entirely new reality, then it is all a blank. But whatever happened, I am glad it worked. I¡¯ll just have to mark this one down as an unknown and save it for a rainy day. My cosmic slot machine.¡± ¡°Come on, kid. Leave the man alone.¡± Julius called from several paces away. ¡°Alright, thanks Mr. Tillman! I¡¯ll see you tomorrow.¡± The Acolyte called, before hurrying off after the veteran. Tilly nodded after the young man absently, still looking at the phoenix in his hands, astonishment coloring his features at the incredible outcome of the test. ¡°I can¡¯t believe that worked¡­¡± He whispered down at the chick, who started to scratch the palm of his hand instantly. ¡°Oh right, food!¡± He said, reflexively enflaming his palm, igniting the chick with a blue fire. She chirped happily in reply and began to roost comfortably in the heat, steadily drawing on Tilly¡¯s Flame. He smiled dotingly down at her, treasuring her in this tiny state. He knew that on a steady diet, she would be flying and speaking again in a few weeks and that knowledge held him there for a few minutes, just enjoying her company. Then a gust of wind ripped the ground behind him, interrupting his reverie, and he spun, shielding the phoenix chic with his body. Something blurred away in the distance, as Erash landed in a crouch just a few paces away. ¡°What happened here?¡± She demanded immediately. Tilly couldn¡¯t help but stand there frozen in shock. Not because someone crashed into the ground behind him. That was somewhat par for the course at this point. No, what floored him was the High Priestess¡¯ state. Her normally pristine robes were completely disheveled, and her face was smeared with dirt, interrupted by the wandering lines of recent tears. ¡°Uh¡­ Are you alright?¡± Tilly asked, completely taken aback by her appearance. ¡°No, human. I am not alright. None of us are. Now answer my question.¡± She again demanded, straightening her robes uselessly as she attempted to project an air of authority. Even in the face of her obvious distress, Tilly couldn¡¯t help but harden the lines around his eyes at her demands. ¡°Listen, lady, we talked about this. I am happy to work with you, but I am not your servant.¡± He growled. Her eyes flashed in response, and a literal cloud started to form above her head, thundering ominously as she responded, ¡°You silly little man. Do you think I am here to play games? All of this-¡± She said, waving back toward the Alliance, ¡°everything you think you have accomplished¡­ It is a puff of smoke from dying embers. It is all going to end, and it seems as if your God plans to do nothing!¡± Literal lighting bolts started to strike the ground around the High Priestess, and the ground around her churned unnaturally as if boiling with her distress. The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement. As she continued her tirade, Tilly slowly pulled Kindle out from behind his back and tried to calm the Priestess down, ¡°Woah! Woah, what information do you have and how did you get it? Is this something we need to inform the council of?¡± Seeming not to have heard his words, her eyes locked on the little creature in his hands and she mumbled, ¡°... a star rises¡­¡± under her breath, her eyes going distant and the storm around her calming. ¡°Listen, I need you to start making sense. If it helps, I did something, I¡¯m not sure what, to bring her back. It is similar to what you saw me do with Strength except I used Wisdom.¡± At his answer, her eyes finally came back in focus and she looked up into his concerned gaze, her distress turning thoughtful in an instant. ¡°I am not initiated into the deeper layers of the Plane, but even I felt that something significant was altered here. I worried our end was already upon us, yet here you are. Doing what you should not be able to, once again defying my understanding of the order of things¡­¡± Then as she looked over his shoulder she continued under her breath, ¡°I swear if I ever see that witch again¡­¡± ¡°So¡­ uh council? Do you have the information they need to know?¡± ¡°Hardly.¡± She answered with a snort, before continuing, ¡°A few riddles and several fractured visions¡­ Gods I hate working with Celestials¡­ But I will tell them what I know and what I think it means. I do know that when you try and direct that beast as he awakens, I will have to accompany you.¡± ¡°How¡¯s that? I thought you had to stay here.¡± ¡°No, I am bound to serve this Faction to the best of my ability¡­ This means I must accompany you to the Contested Lands¡­¡± She answered slowly, looking suddenly as if she was going to be sick. ¡°The horn has sounded¡­ The wild hunt rides.¡± Tilly watched her to see if she would continue, but instead, she pulled her staff from nowhere and gestured to the air. The flame on the end flickered briefly, shooting a spark into the distance. Then a cloud shot down from the sky, almost too fast to follow and she leapt into the air to land on it. ¡°I will go and give this report, then prepare. We stand no chance against what is coming. But you have survived these odds before. Perhaps, with you, I will as well.¡± Then she shot off toward the city, ¡°...Okay. I guess it''s just me and you again, huh girl.¡± He said, looking down the find the Chick happily asleep, and his mana, once again bottomed out without him noticing. A familiar migraine bloomed behind his eyes. He smiled despite the pain and raised his eyebrows at the little creature, who already seemed fractionally bigger. ¡­ An hour later Tilly found himself back in the center of the city. He had taken his time walking back, and his armor had created a fun front pocket for his little rider to cozy up in as he walked, replacing the hidden one that had held her fragment. At first, he thought he would need to head straight to the manor to get any actual information they had been able to get from the Priestess. If anyone could get information out of Erash it was Hiro. For someone who had just been complaining about Origin not being clear in His communication, she certainly didn¡¯t mind handing out riddles of her own. That plan had been dashed as he saw streams of people heading towards one of the main squares of the city. They were talking excitedly about the new buildings, and Tilly figured it would probably be fine if he stopped by to see the new additions to the city. If he remembered correctly, the Commerce Guild building was supposed to be classed as Epic, and he would be lying if he said he wasn¡¯t curious about what exactly that would mean. Crowds of people in front of him slowed and thickened as they approached the square, and Tillly found himself just able to see a golden arch peaking over the roofs of the buildings flanking the side street he was stuck on, unable to get any closer to the site. In fact, even the roofs flanking the street were full of people, all trying to catch a glimpse of whatever was happening in the square. Tilly could hear some shouting over the murmur of the crowd, nothing panicked or angry, more like an announcer speaking to the crowd. A few lapins noticed him and began to whisper, spreading word between each other, and sending whatever they were saying up through the crowd. Then to Tilly¡¯s great embarrassment, the crowd slightly parted before him, as Lapins politely but instantly made way for him. Tilly resisted his reflex to refuse the gesture, seeing the amount of pride displayed on the nearest lapin¡¯s face. As much as it made him uncomfortable, to refuse this act would be even more uncomfortable for these people¡­ ¡°Thank you, thanks¡­ Thank you.¡± He muttered over and over as he moved quickly through the opening. They each offered slight bows with polite smiles in response. Tilly tried to avoid making a spectacle as he moved and a minute or two later, he found himself near the front of the crowd in front of the most ostentatious building Tilly had ever seen, rising proudly up from the ground, fronted by beautiful columns, filigreed in gold and silver. The huge metal door stood slightly ajar, and in that gap stood the same elephantine man in a suit Tilly had seen the day before. Facing him was a group of huge individuals, covered in armor and practically radiating power. Tilly tried to Identify one and only got static in return. ¡°Who seeks entry into these hallowed halls?¡± The suited elephant man trumpeted. ¡°Only the lowest of the guild¡¯s servants, Chief. We who have been entrusted to guard the great equalizer of the Plane!¡± Boomed the head guard, looking like he was as much armor as he was flesh. In the midst of the group of guards rested a chest of impressive quality and size. The thing practically screamed, ¡°Treasure chest¡±. ¡°Have you kept the faith? Are your hearts vigilant? Your hands clean?¡± ¡°Yes Chief! We look forward to the accounting of our duty. May it be credited to us as upheld!¡± He answered, saluting loudly against his armor, an echo ringing out from those behind him as they matched his movement with a simultaneous gesture. ¡°Good! Be welcome, and may prosperity flow for all!¡± Answered back the Elephantine man as he stepped out from the door, and it swung wide, revealing something that looked like a fantasy bank, with the granddaddy of all vault doors open behind the counter. The guards picked up their load and marched in to the excited murmurs of the crowd. A quiet voice cut through the noise just to the right of Tilly¡¯s ear, ¡°I have only seen a guild opening ceremony one other time¡­ Quite a sight, isn¡¯t it?¡± Tilly did his best not to jump, as he turned to find Mochizuki standing just behind him, a comfortable smirk on her face at his reaction. ¡°Oh! Hey. What do you need, Mochizuki?¡± ¡°Am I not just another bystander in the crowd?¡± Tilly gave her a flat look and she let out a small laugh, ¡°So you do learn! Very well, look over there.¡± She said, gesturing subtly off to the side of the building where the spectacle was still unfolding. Standing about twenty paces back from where the guard had stopped to complete the ceremony was a figure covered in layers of robes, reminding Tilly of a burka in its complete coverage of the figure''s body. Tilly couldn¡¯t tell anything about the figure except that it was standing just around the corner, making it harder to spot for much of the crowd. ¡°That is Talia, an Auditor from the Auction House. Shuji wrangled our Commerce friend and your friend in the church into an extraordinary negotiation. Sometime tonight, outside the notice of most of the Alliance, the Commerce Guild¡¯s favorite partner will set up shop behind us across the square¡­ just in time for the event scheduled tomorrow.¡± ¡°Oh shit, that soon?¡± ¡°Yes, you need to come with me if we are going to be ready in time.¡± ¡°We?¡± ¡°Oh Gods yes. We would never send you into that den of vipers alone. You are the loud distraction, and I will be your shadow. We need the goods and money they can provide, yes. But even more importantly, we need information. Almost every major power will be present at this Auction after the Plane-wide announcement. All looking for the same things. The auction has always been about much more than the goods it sells.¡± B3. Ch. 21 Trading Places With those words, Mochizuki placidly gestured for them to end the public portion of their discussion, as the murmuring of the crowd quieted and the ceremony concluded. Four of the guards positioned themselves at the Commerce Guild building, two at the door and two near the vault. The Elephantine Chief stood outside and gestured grandly for the doors to close. ¡°Thus concludes the Initiation of our 542nd chapter house!¡± He waved, turning to the crowd as the precious metals worked into the building flared up with power, before fading and leaving behind a glowing enchantment. Tilly tried not to let his mouth fall open as he realized that the gaudy ornamentation had cleverly hidden the runes and lines of a complex working of magic and protection. The golden radiance cast its light over the gathered crowd washing them briefly in its power, before dimming significantly as the spellwork disappeared altogether, hidden once again. Left behind was a stately building, surprisingly reminiscent of some of the older banks in Europe. Except for the glowing symbols that appeared over the door, resolving into two rows of numbers next to a pair of unfamiliar icons. Tilly looked over to Mochizuki, the question evident in his gaze. ¡°Those are the currency exchange rates. The top one is the symbol for Standard Gold and the one below it is the symbol for our Contri-¡± ¡°The Commerce Guild welcomes the Three-Fold Alliance into our illustrious network, and we wish for a long and prosperous partnership.¡± The Chief concluded, gesturing once again, somehow commanding the doors to re-open. The guards stood to the sides of the building, and the rest of the crowd began to disperse with an excited murmur. Most of them did not have any business that required the building yet, but many hoped with hard work and diligence, that would change. Mochizuki continued as the rest of the crowd dispersed around them, ¡°We have agreed to regulate our crafters and vendors to only accept Contribution Points for the next ten years. This will force any outsiders to convert currency to purchase from us locally. We will also of course be purchasing many, many standard gold coins in the coming days to pay for some significant future resources.¡± Tilly nodded, only understanding the economic mechanics in the vaguest sense. He figured the main stake the Guild would have in their alliance initially was the percentage they make off every conversion¡­ but even he knew that the bank probably didn''t just let all that money sit there. He was sure they were investing it all over the place. ¡°Now, it is my understanding that you have some business with the Guild, and it will be good for our reputation if there are some significant conversions on the first day. Would you honor this servant by taking care of this business before meeting back at your dwelling?¡± Tilly smiled, looking back over at the lapin dressed in plain servant clothes. Her eyes were downcast, but that didn¡¯t stop the smirk that had appeared at the edges of her lips. ¡°Yeah, I can do that. They gave me a piece of paper, and I have it here somewh-¡± Even as he began to pat around, he found the thing tucked into his waist-band¡­ If he was honest, he was beginning to find its persistent presence a little creepy. ¡°Yes, and if you would humor this humble servant further, I suggest you transfer all of your Contribution Points into Standard. You might soon find a use for it. Also, even if they are pricey, the keystones are worth it. Very convenient in the right circles. Circles you will soon be frequenting.¡± Tilly looked down at the sheet again, wondering how much it was actually worth. Notice of Refund - {This document can no longer be altered} It has been sealed with an official Skill. This notice of device failure must be turned in by Jonathan Tillman to be exchanged for fiat currency at any Commerce Guild location. Item cannot be lost or stolen.} ¡°What exactly is a keysto-¡± He asked looking up to find the Ninja Infiltrator already gone. He scanned the dispersing crowd and found no sign of the lapin woman. ¡°Dammit, she batmanned me¡­¡± He grumbled under his breath. The crowd was pretty much dispersed at this point and Tilly looked around behind him, finding a modest plot cleared across the way, where she had said the Auction House would soon be built. ¡®That makes our second Epic-class building. Which just leaves making a whole lot of money¡­ well that and helping that insane dragon on his quest for revenge.¡± Tilly mentally ticked off the requirements for their next Faction advancement as he headed toward the opening to the fantasy bank. The guards did not react to his approach to the doors, and the chief had already disappeared. Yet even after being open for a few minutes, the large front room was not empty. There were several people that Tilly recognized from the Alliance sitting in front of desks, or comfortable-looking couches speaking with several members of the Commerce Guild. The Guild workers were easy to pick out by their shared attire. They all seemed to be wearing some version of the elephantine tailored suit, each able to operate seamlessly with their diverse physical features. As he walked to the counter, Tilly spotted the Alliance¡¯s head alchemist talking animatedly with the chief through an open door to a back office. Looked like business was booming¡­ Tilly looked down at his primitive armor and shrugged. At this point, he was used to being underdressed and he was sure no one would mind once money was out on the table. He continued to march up to the counter, and the smiling attendant stationed there looked up and greeted him warmly, Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. ¡°Hello, sir! How may we be of service today¡± he asked, revealing rows of pointed teeth. Tilly wasn¡¯t sure, but if he had to guess, he would have pegged the clerk as being part alligator, or whatever mythical source material that pulled from. Identify only tagged him as, Level 42 Guild Clerk ¡°Hey, I''m here to trade this thing in,¡± Tilly said, laying the note down on the counter, ¡°and I need to transfer all of my Contribution Points to Standard Gold. Can you help me with that?¡± ¡°It would be my pleasure!¡± He beamed. His customer service smile was somewhat spoiled by the rows of teeth, but Tilly smiled back, happy to play the game. He had never been the best with money, and banks always struck him as places where shiny fronts for a whole lot of shady deals that he was either too stupid or too poor to know about. The clerk picked up the paper and scanned it quickly, before looking off into the middle distance and reading information from it that Tilly didn¡¯t have access to. His lips turned down into a frown of apparent genuine concern. ¡°Ah, I see... Sir, let me be the first to apologize for the failure of one of our certified commerce items. It is rare but it does, occasionally, happen. The Endless Continent is unfortunately more than capable of sending surprises our way even with our extensive testing and planning.¡± He apologized. ¡°Oh, it''s no problem, it all worked out in the end.¡± Tilly waved away, trying to move through the canned answers as quickly as possible. ¡°Yes, well, I hope this won¡¯t impact your trust in our certified products in the future. Many on the Plane consider it the gold standard of regulatory certifications,¡± he added, twittering at his own joke, before reaching under the counter, to the sound of the clinking of coins. Tilly managed not to wince at the joke as the Clerk continued, ¡°I see you do not have an account with us, and that does give me some leeway in what I am allowed to offer here¡­ Let''s see what I can do.¡± He announced, shuffling coins under the counter for some reason as he explained the payout, ¡°We have a ten times return to your initial failed tax overpayment, which amounts to 7 gold and 4 silver. Then there is the insurance payout for the injury to your person and damages. Which amounts to 32 gold. Finally, as a personal apology, the Guild is prepared to offer you another 5 gold, if you open an account with us today.¡± ¡°Sure¡­ That all sounds fine. How exactly do I access the funds in my account, just withdraw at a guild location?¡± The clerk let out a small laugh at that, ¡°Oh-ho, Sir! Please. We are not some tiny Faction¡¯s economic arm¡­ You, of course, can withdraw funds at any time for hard currency, but many prefer to carry our bank notes, which will be bound to you just like that Notice of Refund was. You can transfer them to another with a flex of your Will, or for our premium members, we offer the issuance of a Keystone. Our certified access item offers constant contact with anything in your account that can be considered a currency, instant exchange rates are available for a small fee of course.¡± ¡°And how much does a Keystone cost?¡± ¡°100 gold, with a monthly fee of 10 gold for upkeep costs.¡± The clerk answered without batting an eye. Tilly stopped to do some mental math before the clerk interrupted his thoughts, his smile widening just slightly as he detected a sale, ¡°Sir, you have 44 gold and 4 silver, along with 668 Contribution Points registered with your Faction. We are currently running a special rate of exchange at 6.7 CP to 1 SG. Which would bring you up to 144 gold, 1 silver, and 1 copper if you converted today.¡± Tilly swallowed at the cost. He guessed that the Keystone was some fantasy equivalent to a debit card, and he could see how that was valuable¡­ but 100 gold? The Clerk stood there patiently, obviously confident in his pitch and hook. There had to be more to it than just instant access to his funds, which he could do with a normal bag¡­ well, maybe a very large bag. But with Mochizuki''s suggestion lingering in the back of his mind, he thought back to the description. A small inkling of the implications formed in his mind. ¡°So, I can keep more than just gold in my account?¡± ¡°Yes Sir, that is correct. If we offer an exchange on it somewhere in the plane, then it qualifies for deposit.¡± ¡®There it is, this must be a broken rule used by the elites of the Plane in some way.¡¯ Tilly thought to himself. ¡°Ok, I¡¯ll transfer and go ahead and give me one of those Keystones,¡± Tilly answered, trying not to think about how much 100 gold would have equated to in US dollars¡­ As long as he kept this all as fantasy money in his head, he figured it wouldn¡¯t hurt nearly as much. ¡°Very good sir, that leaves you with 39 gold, 1 silver, and 1 copper.¡± The Clerk said, lifting the coinage from under the desk and placing it on the counter in front of him. The coins were about the size of a half dollar back home, and the four stacks of eleven looked paltry sitting there on the desk when he realized he had just paid 110 to get the fantasy debit card. The clerk nodded, smiling to himself as he took out a dark wooden box inlaid with numerous silver runes, ¡°Place your desired finger on the surface, and it will take a small amount of your blood to bond the keystone to you.¡± The Clerk instructed. Tilly compiled without thinking, playing with his index finger on the top surface of the box. The runes began to crawl all over the wood and glow, as a small pressure exerted itself on the pad of his finger. Nothing happened for several seconds and the runes shined brighter, before suddenly winking out. The box itself began to smoke, and the Clerk frowned in confusion, opening the lid to see a slagged stone melting inside. ¡°Is that supposed to happen?¡± Tilly asked, eyeing the thing he had just paid 100 gold for. ¡°Uh, no sir, my¡­ apologies.¡± Then as if by magic, the elephantine chief was behind him, looking over his shoulder with an aghast expression on his face. ¡°Harold! What is happening here?¡± ¡°Oh! Uh, Sir. The Keystone seemed to have trouble bonding with our new customer. I am not sure what happened.¡± The chief scanned the contents of the counter, including the Notice of Refund, and it clicked for Tilly, ¡°Oh, man. This is my fault. I''m sure you have seen my level, but I have an uncommonly high Endurance stat that sometimes interferes with things like this.¡± The Chief¡¯s eyes flicked to Tilly, then back to the Notice, then back to the slagged Keystone, ¡°Yes, I am beginning to gain a picture of the problem¡­ Not to worry sir, we would be happy to provide you with an appropriate Tier item for the same terms. This is something we should have noticed from the beginning.¡± He said, laying a strong side eye on the clerk, who wilted under the attention. He then reached under the counter and pulled out a metal box inlaid with gold. At this point, Tilly was convinced there was magic bullshit happening under that counter. He doubted they just had all that stuff tucked away under there. ¡°This is our Third Tier Keystone and should be more than enough to meet your needs. It is also nearly unbreakable, and can never be taken from you. Normally this item comes with a cost of 1000 gold and 50 gold per month¡­ But as an apology and a personal promise from our branch to not fail you again, we would like to offer you this at the price of a base Keystone. We at the Guild pride ourselves on our exemplary service, and refuse to have such a promising customer pay for our mistakes.¡± He harumphed, opening the new box with a flourish, and displaying the beautiful ring of inlaid metal, He then closed the box quickly and slid it over to the clerk with a significant look before turning back to Tilly, ¡°Now if you will place your finger on the surface, we can bond it and put this unpleasantness behind us. It is, as always, our pleasure to serve.¡± The Chief concluded, nodding once and turning to go. ¡°Uh, excuse me, but when you say Third Tier, I assume you mean it should be able to bond with anyone with an Endurance under one hundred and fifty, is that correct?¡± B3. Ch. 22 Money Bags The chief turned at his question, blinking slowly and huffing as he took on a patronizing tone, ¡°Yes, honored customer. That is correct, and may I congratulate you on the wonderfully uncommon achievement of tripling your level in a single stat. I have seldom met such a¡­ bold warrior as yourself, and I assure you, this branch''s discretion is assured.¡± The Chief added with a stiff shake of his head. ¡°Now I will leave you in Harold¡¯s more than capable hands and return to my meeting.¡± The chief concluded with a trumpeting harrumph. ¡°Yeah, um¡­ I am sorry to do this to you, but if it stops at 150¡­ it''s not going to work.¡± Tilly responded wincing. The clerk in front of him paled, releasing a small squeal. The Chief¡¯s expression however turned thunderous and he marched back to the counter, his low voice filled with menace. The servile, customer service mask was completely shattered, his disdain on full display. ¡°Listen, human! You are obviously new to the Plane, so let me educate you. The Commerce Guild is a very powerful organization, and we will not be swindled or toyed with. Such a stat spread would be insane and nearly impossible to pull off without some sort of Legendary class. Now you will accept our generous terms and stop causing problems.¡± Even as the lines of Tilly¡¯s wince turned downward into a frown of anger, some part of him sighed in relief. He hated playing games and was glad to finally deal with the real attitudes of this institution. An idea suddenly occurred to him, and his frown relaxed up as fast as it had tightened the lines of his face, ¡°Just to be clear. You want me to attempt to bond with this Keystone as well, and if something goes wrong, it is not my fault?¡± Tilly said, slowly reaching out a finger to the metallic container on the counter. The Chief¡¯s eyes flicked from Tilly to the container and back, and he licked his lips nervously, ¡°Be warned human, if you do anything to intentionally harm that item, the enchantments of this building will not treat you kindly! We have protective measures in place for almost any eventuality.¡± ¡°Oh, I won¡¯t,¡± Tilly smirked, his hand now halfway to the container. ¡°I¡¯m just a happy customer, who completely trusts in the guild¡¯s word and by extension, its certification.¡± He added with a wink. Just before he could lay a finger on the container, the chief snatched it back, confusion and desperation warring across his grey, wrinkled face, as his trunk shivered in distress, ¡°You can not be serious¡­ have you truly done something so idiotic?¡± He asked flabbergasted. ¡°Guilty as charged,¡± Tilly said, shrugging as his attempt to touch the object was blocked. He couldn¡¯t put his finger on the reason, but he found something about the whole situation delightful. Did elephants sweat? He couldn¡¯t remember. Kindle chose that moment to poke her head out of his little front pocket, cheeping hungrily up at him. ¡°Sorry girl, I¡¯ll feed you as soon as I¡¯m done here.¡± He said with a little scratch to her head. She peeped tiredly and snugged back into her warm space against his chest. The elephantine¡¯s eyes flashed with a system notification and his mouth slowly fell open, ¡°You have bonded a¡­ phoenix? What¡¯s next?! A dragon in your pocket!?¡± He asked breathlessly, clutching the higher-tier Keystone to his chest protectively. ¡°Look, I have things to do. Can I get a refund or something? I also think another one of those insurance payouts would probably be appropriate in this situation, don¡¯t you?¡± Tilly asked, ready to move things along. If the third-tier Keystone was valued at one thousand gold, then he doubted they would even carry a fourth tier in this branch considering it was brand new. As he watched the elephantine flap his ear in thought, Tilly wondered how much of this Mochizuki anticipated when she made her suggestion. ¡°Yes, yes, another Notice of Refund would be more than appropriate,¡± The Chief blurted in a whisper, jumping on the request suddenly, as if afraid of being overheard. Yet even as he did, a line of runes began to glow an angry red around the borders of the counter, completely unnoticed by the Chief as he leaned toward Tilly hungrily. He had locked eyes with Tilly and was urgently running figures under his breath. The Clerk to his right, however, immediately looked down as the magic began to glow and swallowed noticeably. ¡°If we pay out two issuances¡­ it would be noted by headquarters.¡± The Chief continued, thinking furiously, a slight sheen of panic begging to glitter in his eyes, ¡°Alright Mr. Tillman! I am prepared to offer you double the rate in damages if you consent to keep this between us!¡± He almost demanded, like a drowning man reaching for a float. The runes went from red to smoldering at the words, releasing actual heat into the nearby air. This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. ¡°Sir!¡± ¡°What, Harold? Can¡¯t you see I am busy fixing your mess!¡± the Chief hissed back, his eyes fixed on Tilly. However, the object of his intense attention began to back away from the glowing heat. Even with his resistances, he did not like the look of that spellform. The chief watched his reaction, confusion returning to his large features, before finally looking down, and discovering that the growing heat in the room was more than his imagination. ¡°By the gods! What have you done now, Harold?!¡± The Clerk stepped forward urgently and whispered his response in a panicked voice, attempting in vain to hide his answer from the customer before him. ¡°Sir, you already offered an ¡®appropriately tiered Keystone¡¯ to the client. I think the enchantments registered that as a guild commitment, and now that you are a branch chief¡­¡± His words trailed off, allowing the implications of the Chief¡¯s new office to speak for themselves. ¡°What!? We only have one Fourth-Tier in our inventory allowance!¡± The chief whisper-yelled back. ¡°It is for unexpected VIPs only. Not this¡­¡± The chief turned toward Tilly and realized that his responses were well within Tilly''s hearing range. ¡°Ahhmm¡± He cleared his throat noisily, before coughing several times as he looked back down at the threat of the enchantments on the counter. Tilly watched in fascination as the grey skin of the humanoid elephant actually changed hues. He swayed on his feet as he spoke his next sentence, regurgitating each word in an incredible display of emotional nausea. ¡°It would¡­¡± He, paused, fighting down a surge of bile, ¡°Be our pleasure, to offer you a fourth-tier Keystone. As a sign of respect to your, Um¡­ station,¡± He continued robotically, ¡°We do not charge for this tier. Consider it a gift from the Guild, a sign of our respect.¡± The Elephantine chief deflated as he reluctantly finished what was clearly a rote line. Saying those words might as well have sucked the last of his life from his body, and he finished as more husk than elephant man. He waved vaguely at the Clerk to finish up, and stumbled back to his office. Tilly almost felt bad for the guy, until he remembered that this was a bank, and he was probably worried about losing some first-quarter bonus. Tilly shook any empathy from his mind and shifted his gaze to the shell-shocked Clerk, who watched his boss shuffle away with a wide-eyed look of self-concern. It reminded Tilly of the bystanders he would often have to shoo away from car accidents when they built up on sidewalks like sardines, gawking at other people''s tragedies. ¡°So¡­ Can I see this thing?¡± He prompted. The Clerk flinched, before swallowing and turning toward Tilly with a pale nod, ¡°Certainly, Sir. It¡¯s our pleasure to serve.¡± He choked out, fumbling under the counter, as the angry red light of the enchantment slowly cooled before fading altogether. A faint chime interrupted Tilly¡¯s careful watch of the now hidden spell, and the Clerk pulled out a crystal container, holding it reverently. This one, like the others, resembled a small ring box, except instead of wood or velvet, it was made of what might have been a diamond. The Clerk slid it forward gently, ¡°Your finger¡­ Sir.¡± He said, finally regaining some of his confidence, along with that faint whiff of snobbery. Tilly pushed his hand forward, reaching for the box, and accidentally letting one of his celestial bracelets slip out of his sleeve. A small gasp accompanied his contact with the top of the box, and Tilly looked up just in time to catch the telltale flash of an ocular skill being used. He scowled up at the Clerk, as a luminous glow blossomed up from the box, shining like a prism dispersing light into its broad colorful spectrum. The Clerk¡¯s nosiness forgotten, Tilly looked down in wonder, as he slowly pulled back his hand, and the lid to the container opened on its own. Inside, was a perfect ring formed of a crystal that seemed to refract a different color depending on how long Tilly watched it. The effect was not ostentatious. Rather, it only seemed apparent after you watched it for a few seconds. Then the effect seemed to deepen the closer he looked at it, and without thinking, he reached out and picked it up between his two fingers, engrossed in its many colorful facets. A notification dropped into his log as he picked up the object, Congratulations, you have bonded a Legendary item. As this item is soul-bound, it can not be stolen or lost while you live. Warning bonding multiple items of the same type can have severe consequences. Tilly cleared the notification and found the Clerk watching the item in rapturous awe. After a moment of failing to capture the bank worker''s eye, he cleared his throat. The Clerk''s eyes shot up from the ring and found Tilly¡¯s again, now glowing with envy. ¡°Mind telling me what else this thing can do?¡± Tilly asked, giving the small object a playful shake, and causing the Clerk¡¯s frown to deepen. ¡°As I said earlier. It will give you instant access to your funds as well as instant exchange rates for any currency of your choice. There are no fees associated with this tier and it is impossible to lose or break. You can choose an inheritor upon your death, but otherwise, it cannot be passed on to another. Finally, this tier comes with the ability to deposit and withdraw upon contact. The others are limited to expanding into a subspace opening that you may reach through and manipulate with your will. This Tier automates all of that. In some cultures, it is even referred to as a world ring¡­¡± The Clerk clenched his many teeth biting off any further explanation. Tilly''s giddy smile was a stark counterpoint to the Crocodilian¡¯s consternation. Already, different possibilities were running through his head, ¡°Limited to currency, right?¡± ¡°That is correct sir. If we accept it as a deposit, and it is unattached to another¡¯s ownership, it may be deposited into your account upon contact.¡± Tilly fought down a giggle, until a sudden thought crashed his parade, ¡°Wait, how will this interact with teleportation? Don¡¯t they explode or something?¡± ¡°Sir, It is precisely for this reason that we created this item to be soul-bound. The key to the spellwork is hidden in your soul and will not interact with a teleport spell unless you attempt to use it simultaneously with teleportation magic¡­¡± The Clerk explained tiredly, doing his best to impersonate a burnt-out elementary school teacher. ¡°Got it. No looting while teleporting.¡± Tilly joked to the flat-eyed face on the other side of the counter. The Clerk looked lost, like he no longer understood his place in the world. ¡°Well, thanks.¡± Tilly followed up awkwardly. ¡°-Our pleasure to serve¡± The clerk answered absently, glancing back at the now-shut door of the office. Tilly nodded and turned quickly, eyeing the huge armored guards, as he hurried past them, slipping on his new, almost inventory ring. While he didn¡¯t mind how things had ended up, he did not like how he had clearly been used in some sort of power play between his Faction and the Commerce Guild. Well, he didn¡¯t actually mind that so much as walking into another situation having literally no idea what was going on. B3. Ch. 23 Big Dragon Energy On the way back to his room, Tilly couldn¡¯t help but glance down at his hand every minute or so. The multifaceted dark ring glittered knowingly back up at him and he wondered how noticeable it was to the people passing him on the road. He had never been a big jewelry guy, metal accessories and firefighting just didn¡¯t mix that well. He had managed to more or less ignore the bracelets seeing as how they sat under his sleeves most of the time. But with the new, very expensive ring added into the mix, he couldn¡¯t help but feel like he had just walked off the set of Saturday Night Fever. Sure, he had regrown an arm yesterday, but for some strange reason, that had felt more par for the course than his new style choices. He understood his old life was gone, hell, he fought monsters on an almost daily basis now. But this¡­ this felt different, it felt like something new, but no longer foreign. He was different, and not all of those differences made sense to him right now. It wasn¡¯t that he hated or loved the growing power or wealth¡­ Both had been true at one point or another in the last few weeks. No, what he was having trouble wrapping his head around was how natural it was beginning to feel. This was his life now¡­ and surprisingly, that was starting to bother him less and less. Walking through the streets however was not the same as meditating deeply over the internal implications of these changes, so he pulled a classic Tilly and shoved those thoughts down for later. As he navigated the busy streets, he unconsciously tugged on the cuffs of his jacket, covering the already hidden bracelets. Then that strange shivering sensation hit him again along his arms, and he looked down to watch the sleeves spontaneously grow two inches, falling at the first joint of his thumb. ¡°Thanks,¡± He breathed down to his jacket, once again struck by how sensitive it was to his needs, and what it was willing to do to help him. Well, not all his needs¡­ It had never once changed to block a deadly blow. But that thing it had done to create a place to keep Kindle¡¯s tiny fracture had meant a lot. Almost as if it could hear his thoughts, the armor squeezed him around the shoulders and upper back in an eerie facsimile of a hug. Tilly tried not to shiver at the sudden thought of wearing something that might very well be sentient. Especially considering he had still not located anything that could suitably serve as boxers. Tilly sighed in relief when the sliding door to his humble abode came up on his right. He stepped up and opened it, not hesitating to enter his own home. He was not at all prepared to find, not just Mochizuki waiting for him in his rooms, but the Auction House Auditor themselves. Both of them were sitting comfortably on their knees at a low table. Tilly had never seen the table before, but it now sat naturally in the center of his one-room house, hosting a pleasant-looking tea ceremony. Tilly looked down at the threshold of his house and saw two pairs of sandals present near the door¡­ ¡®Shit! they removed their shoes!¡¯ ¡°Excuse me a moment,¡± Tilly breathed, attempting to sound as calm as possible as he stepped back out and closed the sliding door without hesitation. He had barely caught the look on their faces as his shallow distraction moved to block them from his sight. ¡®Ok, read the room, Tilly¡­ I have to take off my moccasins if I don¡¯t want to be rude. That is not good considering I must absolutely stink. Nose-blindness, you are my Bane!¡¯ Tilly rushed through all of his options, and in a split-second decision, activated Flame¡¯s Wrath, covering himself in hungry blue fire. He especially pushed the outflow through his feet making sure to incinerate any grime or funk that had collected there over the days of training and walking. He canceled the Ability after what must have been less than a second and allowed himself a quick serious look, up and down the street, but didn¡¯t hear any shocked screams and only saw a few people glance over at him in curiosity. Kindle however tweeted happily from his front pocket, before snuggling back to sleep after her short snack. Tilly took a deep breath and opened the sliding door again, greeting both of his guests with a small polite bow. Making sure to school his face to nonchalance before he looked back up, he stepped in and removed his shoes calmly, adding his primitive moccasins to the neat row to the side of his door. ¡°Welcome to my humble home, I am glad to see you have already made yourself comfortable.¡± He addressed them in what he hoped wasn¡¯t too stiff a voice. As was typical, he was completely lost on what etiquette was appropriate in this situation, but at least this time, he had avoided two major social pitfalls before starting the conversation. If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. ¡°Mr. Tillman! It is my pleasure to introduce you to Talia, the Auction House Assessor assigned to our humble Faction. Please join us and have some tea.¡± Mochizuki answered, gesturing demurely with a smile that pulled slightly at the edges of her mouth. ¡°Mr. Tillman, it is an honor to meet you. As you can imagine, I have heard quite a lot about you in my short stay here.¡± The Assessor stated in a smooth, female voice, carrying an accent that was familiar in a vague sort of way. ¡°Only good things I hope!¡± Tilly answered with false cheer as he settled down at the table, noting that Mochizuki was already pouring him a steaming cup of tea. He nodded to her gratefully, and immediately took a sip, enjoying the warmth without any threat of discomfort due to his heat resistance and high Endurance. ¡°Now, how can I help you?¡± He asked, attempting to hold on to his polite demeanor in the face of another one of Mochizuki¡¯s surprises. ¡°As you know, my organization is committed to opening a branch in your Faction. You have been put forward as a representative, and I hope I am not too forward in this¡­ But I am here to test your quality.¡± The Assessor answered without batting an eye. Tilly tried not to stiffen in response, and Mochizuki chimed in, ¡°Mr. Tillman. Feel free to be as direct and open with Talia as you would a close ally. She is bound by many heavy oaths to maintain client privilege, and will not share what she hears here with anyone. Even most of the people in her organization will not know the details of who you are and what you are capable of. It is why so many trust them with such precious and at times delicate business.¡± ¡°Yes, the advantages of the Auction House are well known. But the question here is: What level of auction shall we allow you access to? Your Faction will gain access to an inventory of plane-wide goods we facilitate for our 15% fee. But that is the common stock, available to all in our network. What makes you worth allowing access to our highest-level event?¡± Tilly took in her words and breathed through them. He was getting heavy interview vibes, and he had never, ever done well trying to talk himself up before a future boss. He glanced over at Mochizuki and she gave him a slight nod, her eyes flashing briefly with a plea. ¡®Hmm, maybe this wasn¡¯t as planned as I thought. Which means I need to play this carefully¡­ I can¡¯t be myself, that never works¡­ I don¡¯t know nearly enough to be polite or try to play politician... looks like that leaves one option; Go full Risky Business.¡¯ The polite smile that had sat uncomfortably on Tilly''s lips slowly turned downward, and his shoulders relaxed, matching the angle of his falling frown almost perfectly. Then in a fit of inspiration, he activated the Dragon Emissary armor set, causing a rippling change to run down his equipment. He was pleased to note that the pocket holding Kindle was seamlessly transitioned to a front dress pocket on his new scaled suit jacket. ¡®Armor, you are sooo getting a bonus when this is all done.¡¯ he thought toward the equipment, not at all sure if it could read his mind or not. The momentary change released the slight after-aroma of smoke from his hasty immolation outside the door, and he slowly placed his hands on the table, joining each of his fingertips in a pose he imagined a boardroom CEO might take on in the middle of negotiations. The move had the added bonus of fully displaying his fancy new ring and his Celestial Bracelets. ¡°Well, if you are here to determine quality, I should probably put my best foot forward.¡± He finally spoke, voice dripping with unfelt scorn as he picked up his cup of tea again and slurped loudly. ¡°While we never force exact figures from our sources, I have it on good authority that your liquid purchasing power is¡­ underwhelming,¡± she stated slowly, searching out his transformation as she delivered the line, her eyes lingering on the ring. Then Tilly felt the slight mental pressure he had learned signified someone using Identify and his newly settled Dragon¡¯s Aura, roared through the room. Tilly was only slightly satisfied to see the cup in the Assessor''s hand shiver briefly before calming to stillness. Wanting to capitalize on the moment, he answered her veiled question with a rejoinder that was utter bullshit, ¡°I assure you, the majority of my resources are well beyond your information network. I plan to sell extremely rare materials at your auction, and I will purchase any trinkets I see while I am there.¡± Then Tilly paused, allowing his frown to slowly climb up into a predatory smile. It was much less difficult than he expected to lean into the draconic mindset that came with this armor set and he briefly wondered if that was due to unwelcome mental influence¡­ or even more disturbingly, if the armor awakened something that had always been there. ¡°This is all, of course, if my humble quality merits such access.¡± He finished languidly, covering over his sudden internal doubt with as much oozing confidence as possible. The Assessor''s eyes drilled into Tilly as he relaxed holding his empty cup in both hands. Under her gaze, he found that much of his initial nervousness had faded away. He knew he was spouting bullshit¡­ but at the end of the day, he had looked much scarier things in the eyes and lived to tell the tale. He had already faced battles far more perilous than this, and he pulled on those experiences, drowning the room in his aura. She blinked once, very slowly, and then released a small breath, ¡°Very well, it seems that some of my sources were less informed than they thought. I am always happy to be wrong, and I hope you can excuse the passion in which we, at the Auction House, perform some of our duties.¡± she finished, any sign of being caught off guard, erased from her posture. Tilly dipped his chin slightly at the admission, and the Assessor stood smoothly to her feet. ¡°Mochizuki, thank you for your introduction. Mr. Tillman, I think I am going to enjoy working with you.¡± She said, faint lines pulling slightly at her eyes, in a brief suggestion of a smile. Then she glided around the table, and was out the door, in a surprisingly graceful but quick motion, leaving the two of them sitting at the table. As soon as the door slid shut, Mochizuki held up her hand, and a faint pulse radiated from her, washing Tilly in static briefly before the noise in the room went back to normal. Then she let out a huge sigh. B3. Ch. 24 AP Fantasy World History ¡°Forgive me for that Mr. Tillman. She caught me on the street and asked politely where I was headed¡­ It is not wise to lie to an Auditor, something I am very thankful you did not try.¡± she said, a load visibly falling from her shoulders as she poured both of them more tea. ¡°Yeah, I figured something was off. How did I do?¡± ¡°Honestly? That was drastically better than I feared. The inscrutable use of a full-body fire Ability was an incredible way to take the initiative, one that someone of her stature would never dream of addressing, but would wonder about for the rest of the meeting. ¡°Yeah, that''s exactly what I was going for.¡± Tilly laughed nervously. Mochizuki¡¯s eyes sharpened, her gaze zeroing in on Tilly¡¯s newly acquired ring, ¡°Now, tell me¡­ Is that what I think it is?¡± She asked. Her expression had moved from relief to wonder in a split second, the shift so jarring that Tilly almost did a double take, before narrowing his eyes at the female lapin. ¡°What? Didn¡¯t you plan all this?¡± ¡°Mr. Tillman! After Ichiro¡¯s report, I thought putting the Guild further in your debt would be prudent considering what we are about to face. I hoped for a report to headquarters, or perhaps another payout for damages¡­ but this? I can¡¯t even Identify what you are wearing! It must be Third Tier.¡± She breathed, leaning in close to Tilly''s hand. Tilly watched her for an uncomfortable few seconds as she examined the ring from multiple angles. She had done her share of scheming, but it appeared that even their resident ninja could be caught flat-footed. He decided to let the suspicion of her higher-level scheming go and just trust her. ¡°I did what you suggested, Mochizuki. I paid for and received a Keystone, one that is appropriate to my stat levels.¡± He finally answered, allowing a sheepish smile to break up his harder gaze. ¡°Apparently, no one expected me to have any stats in the fourth tier, especially Endurance. It made bonding with anything under the Fourth Tier impossible. I didn¡¯t know this and neither did the branch Chief, so he committed early in the conversation to upgrade me without charging more than the base price.¡± At that, Mochizuki jerked her gaze up at him sharply, almost as if she had been struck, ¡°Jonathan Tillman! Did you say Fourth Tier?¡± ¡°Yep.¡± He smiled, feeling only slightly smug at her surprised reaction. ¡°When I saw you in the capitol, I would never have thought that you would be striking dragons and wearing their skin.¡± She said, her shock softening into a somewhat teasing smile. ¡°Yeah, you know that''s not what happened.¡± he deadpanned back, ¡°This is still my armor, it¡¯s just that it can change forms depending on what I give it as a catalyst.¡± ¡°Yes, we¡¯ll leave what you have been feeding your clothes out of this for now.¡± She said, pivoting, ¡°Now, I may not have been able to recognize this ring, but others will, and with your level completely obscured by this form, our capabilities at the auction tomorrow have just vastly increased.¡± ¡°Yeah, about that. If at all possible, I need as much information as I can get if you don¡¯t want me to shove my foot in my mouth the whole time. I guess we just found out that I can play ¡®rich asshole¡¯ with the best of them but I definitely need more of a game plan than that. I know we want to sell our Dragon Glass, and somehow gather information. The rest¡­ I need you to fill in.¡± Mochizuki nodded firmly at his request, her expression growing serious, ¡°The Alliance can and will purchase what we need through the Auction House kiosk at their markup. This will be essential in procuring some rarer crafting ingredients that we do not have access to locally. The most recent report from the Rangers hints at a much richer untapped region in our surrounding mountains than what was first surveyed by the empire.¡±Stolen story; please report. ¡°Our mission is about much more than procuring a few Epic items. I do have a target list to look out for during the auction phases of the mission and our budget will be set by whatever our dragon glass ingots sell for. We will even have some help to make sure the price goes as high as possible.¡± ¡°Wow, we have ingots already?¡± ¡°Yes, in what is becoming a surprise to no one, the forge the smithy received for its participation in the most recent Quest can melt the glass at a high mana cost to our crafters. We can¡¯t make anything complicated yet, but everyone who works with the substance is gaining experience at unprecedented rates. We are also iterating a few ideas with our new priests and acolytes that will make the few things we are able to produce before the auction very attractive to the right buyers.¡± ¡°Ok, so we hope our stuff sells for a lot of gold, then we use that money to make some purchases of our own¡­ wait, how do you know when our goods will sell?¡± ¡°We do not know for sure, but we have been informed that typically the newest sellers to the auction are given the unfavorable position of an early spot in the event. This should actually work to our advantage, so we will hope nothing has changed. ¡°Got it. Keep an eye out for whatever is on your list, and buy it with our new funds. Why do I feel like that is the easy part?¡± Mochizuki¡¯s serious expression slipped again, and the edges of her mouth twitched briefly, ¡°Yes, Mr. Tillman, that is very much the easy part. What comes next is far more dangerous. If we don¡¯t perform well, we risk moving into the next arena of this war almost completely blind. Now I need you to pay close attention as I outline the typical procedure for these events, and the major players expected to attend.¡± ¡­ They prepped for hours, only interrupted by a kind elderly lapin woman who dropped off a new tray for tea, and then dinner an hour later. Mochizuki covered everything from the typical order of proceedings at auction to how bidders, buyers, and sellers were all kept anonymous. They would be given teleport access to the venue just before the start and then be led to a private booth, one with a full view of the auction stage and the ¡°bidding arena¡±. In their booth, they would receive a control crystal that would connect to a randomly assigned auction flag. The flags would all be planted on the arena floor and would rise as the owner of each respective control crystal bid on an item. The flag that soared above all others represented the winner of each item. The item would then be packaged and delivered discreetly to the winner after the event was over. Tilly found the whole thing fascinating and might even have been excited until he heard about what made the auction a must-attend event for many of the powers on the Plane. Every ten items, the whole event would pause for a short break. The bidding arena would be opened to the occupants of the booths and the flags would rise out of the way, clearing the space. Then tables and drinks would be set out, allowing the guests to mingle until the next round of items was ¡°prepared¡± This was of course a fiction and a key part of the allure of the event. You could meet on neutral grounds with possible future allies or even better, collect intel on enemies. For some of the major powers, not showing up to the event was tantamount to a declaration of weakness. Other more obscure forces on the Plane attended the event but never bothered to emerge from their booths. To make matters even more complicated, the view from the booths remained active the entire time, so instead of participating in the ¡®cosmic cocktail party¡¯, you could choose to observe and take copious notes on the other attendees. Mochizuki even believed that her natural hearing was good enough to catch many of the conversations happening on the floor, depending on their position. She also warned him not to Identify anyone due to the backlash he would undoubtedly suffer because of level disparity. Instead, she made a list of possible attendees, their expected appearance, and the name of the Faction they represented. Reginald, the spymaster for the Tower of Light, had come through big time, sharing a full report with Mochizuki. The current leader of the Tower would be in attendance but would be keeping well away from them to maintain their cover. She had received the report through Mateus the day before, memorizing it and passing it along to the council before they tasked her with preparing him for the auction tomorrow. They worked on it for hours, even with Mochizuki cutting out as much nonessential information as she could so as not to ¡°unnecessarily burden him when he had such an important role to play¡±. Tilly however could read between the lines just like anyone else, and he was sure that the whole thing was set up with his¡­ below average Intelligence stat in mind. Anyways, she would be with him every step of the way and would be able to help him navigate anything they didn¡¯t anticipate. That is not to say there wasn¡¯t a lot of information to cover. After four fascinating hours of lecturing on the major powers and alliances currently ruling the plane, Tilly was wrung out. It was just a lot. He felt like he was back in high school, taking AP Fantasy World History, but everything he was learning might help him stay alive if he managed to survive whatever plane-wide fight was building. It genuinely was fascinating, but by the end, Tilly was seeing dots. Even the occasional cute distraction of Kindle popping out of his pocket and demanding to be fed stopped breaking up the giant information block after a while. Seeing that they had run out of mental roadway, Mochizuki gave one final run-through, covering the names of the largest Factions and their likely representatives. Tilly nodded along, even mouthing some of the unfamiliar terms to try and get them straight. As she completed the list, she clapped her hands in triumph and pulled out a clay bottle with fresh glasses. Tilly raised his eyebrows as she poured out a light green liquid that smelled slightly vinegary and sweet. ¡°Mr. Tillman, everything we have reviewed is important, but none of them equal the importance of the start of this lesson. The rules that govern this event are paramount. I will repeat them one more time, and then we will drink.¡± she said, sliding Tilly¡¯s cup over to him. ¡°These laws are practically sacred. To break them is to lose access to the Auction House for your entire Faction. No exceptions. They are simple to remember yet incredibly complex to navigate in a room full of exceptions to almost every natural law on the Plane.¡± B3. Ch. 25 Late nights all around. Tilly took a deep breath, swimming back through the sea of information he had tried to absorb over the course of the night to the start of their conversation, ¡°I think I remember all three, mind if I give it a shot?¡± Tilly asked, scrubbing the heel of his hand over his red eyes. ¡°Please, go ahead.¡± ¡°Ok, rule number one, no using Abilities. No one knows how they track them, but they do. This is to minimize the risk of magical conflict on the arena floor. Skills and natural magic, ungoverned by the system, are dangerous and frequent exceptions to this rule.¡± ¡°Yes! Very good, Mr. Tillman. No one may attempt to affect or control you through a class Ability, but, for example, you will find a female mermaid very difficult to deny, if you are not careful.¡± Tilly nodded along, deciding to rattle off the other dangerous charismatic races that he could remember while they were on the subject,¡°I also need to look out for, succubi, sirens, fae, and¡­ what was the other one, with the eyes?¡± ¡°The name is less important than the concept. Any being whose eyes draw on your attention must be guarded against. That Aura that I felt earlier will do much for you in this regard, but you have to notice the influence to resist it.¡± ¡°Rule of thumb: be suspicious of any interesting eyes, got it,¡± Tilly confirmed before continuing, ¡°Rule number two, no physical contact with the other guests, this rule is targeted at keeping any guest from harming one another, but is broad enough to try and cover all the weird things these guys could possibly do to me with a touch. Mental influence, as long as it is not tied to an Ability, is a grey area that most do not risk. The same goes for airborne poison, pheromones and a few other things that Rule number two does not cover.¡± Tilly took a deep breath, ¡°Finally, rule number three, never bid money you do not have.¡± he finished with a wink, raising his glass, ¡°And¡­ that''s it. This is going to be a piece of cake.¡± He finished. Mochizuki matched his motion with a mischievous smile and they both took a drink. Tilly found the liquid to be strangely light on his tongue, the slight burn that he had come to associate with alcohol in his old life was gone, leaving behind the layer of tangy sweetness, followed by a pinch of dryness. ¡°Yes, I believe they will have pastries at the event!¡± the lapin followed up with an exhale. Tilly marveled down at his own empty cup. He had tried sake one or two times in his last life, but this was in a league of its own, ¡°Woah! This is good!¡± He said, sliding his cup over for another pour. Mochizuki smiled as she refilled his glass, ¡°We have just finished producing our first batch, and I am quite pleased with the product, apparently we have someone with the Vintner class, and their Abilities along with our agriculturally talented citizens are creating some incredible products.¡± ¡°Unfortunately¡­ or perhaps fortunately,¡± she added with a twinkle in her eye, ¡°With your Endurance, it would take a lake of this to even begin to affect or impair you, so your enjoyment of our newest product will be limited to taste for the foreseeable future.¡± She said, sliding his cup back over to him. ¡°To the sweetness of a job well executed,¡± she declared, lifting her cup again. ¡°And outsmarting rich assholes,¡± He added, lifting his own glass in agreement. Then they both knocked back their cups of Threefold sake. They finished the bottle over the next few minutes, and just like that Mochizuki was heading out, ¡°I will see you at least a stick before noon in the main square, there, away from prying eyes, we will do our final preparations. Come in your normal armor, we want to keep your emissary persona separate from the Alliance for as long as possible. ¡°Got it. Hey, Mochizuki, thanks for taking the time to get me up to speed. Everything and everyone has been so busy since the day I got here, including me, and I know you probably still have a hundred things to do before tomorrow¡­ So I guess I am trying to say, I appreciate it.¡± The lapin slipped on her sandals, a demure smile playing on her lips as she paused at the door, ¡°Mr. Tillman, this was the optimal use of time to fulfill my duty to our people. You are right, none of us has the luxury to sit and enjoy what we have built just yet, but even one¡¯s duty can be enjoyable occasionally, don''t you think?¡± She finished with a wink, before turning and exiting the door gracefully. Tilly grinned and definitely didn¡¯t flush at the mercurial spy, whose personality seemed completely malleable to any occasion. The soft close of the door caused Kindle to peep tiredly from his dress pocket, and Tilly looked down, ¡°Sorry girl. It has been a long night, hasn¡¯t it?¡± he said, sending a burst of flame mana down to the center of his chest. He let her bask in its warmth for a minute before flexing his will and changing his armor back into its base form. The suit was surprisingly comfortable, moving with him almost as if it was a second skin, but there was no way in hell he was going to sleep in something so ridiculous, no matter how comfortable. No one should sleep in a suit.If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. After the transformation finished running down his body, he flopped on the bed, a huge yawn cracking his jaw. It looked like tomorrow was going to be a huge headache. ¡­ He awoke just as soft light began to filter in through the mats that made up the squares of his sliding door. Not that it was the light that awoke him. No, it was the small, and surprisingly sharp beak pecking insistently at his forehead, accompanied by images of some sort of animal Tilly didn¡¯t recognize, completely engulfed in flames. ¡®...I am assuming that you are asking for breakfast?¡¯ he sent back groggily. Cheep! Tilly sat up, gently picking up the phoenix, and pulling her away from her favorite spot on his face. She perched on his palm, giving him an impatient avian side eye, which elicited a small smile even through his morning fog. ¡®Here you go,¡¯ he sent along with a steady flow of flame mana down his arm. It burst from his palm in a surge of blue fire that dampened down almost immediately as the phoenix started absorbing the heat in earnest. She trilled in excitement and pulled on his Mana Pathways hungrily, like a baby on a bottle. Tilly chuckled as he watched her ruffle her down in satisfaction while she absorbed his flame. She ate a surprising amount and almost half his mana was gone by the time the pull on his Pathways decreased. ¡®This is definitely more than you were eating last time at this age¡­¡¯ he sent to her ruefully. She cheeped happily in response, sending a terrifying image of¡­ a sun exploding? The concept was so intense and surprising that Tilly barely had time to take it in before it was gone. ¡®What the-¡¯ ¡­ Despite the somewhat ominous message from his bonded, Tilly managed to grab some breakfast for himself and hurried out the door. As usual, the city was already bustling with activity, and while Tilly could not yet see the sun in the sky, it was already full daylight. His little testing team was probably waiting for him already at the army¡¯s staging area. He cut his usual path through the streets at an easy jog and was halfway across the parade ground, dodging coalescing formations of soldiers, when he took a moment to look back at the mountain. Something about the quiet morning filled with the bustle of preparation tugging at his mind. He gazed up at its peak which was made up of bare, slate-colored stone pushing up front the shroud of trees that covered its slopes. Even now, knowing what was hidden in the temple near its peak, and what slumbered in its depths, Tilly found nothing special in the mountain¡¯s appearance. He didn¡¯t even sense anything coming from that direction. Not that he had particularly powerful magical senses, but he figured with his connection to the two Facets, and the fact that he might be some sort of Emissary for the monster that would emerge in a day or two, he should have felt something. But its appearance and feel belayed any of those realities, and Tilly wished for a moment that its apparent normalcy was actual instead of imagined. He could head out on a quest or two, find some dungeons¡­ The stuff he had always dreamed about when he gamed. He sighed, patting his pocket where Kindle had begun to stir at the shift in his mood. With everything that was happening, he wasn¡¯t sure how he felt. Each situation had once again seemed to demand his reaction, and the pace of events was only growing. He hadn¡¯t had a chance to really meditate since he had left on the initial quest to find the Bloom, and now here he was, running from one thing to the next all over again. Yes, things were getting crazier by the day, but he refused to lose himself in all this. Ever since he had been cleansed of Corruption, he had felt¡­ lighter. The reality of the threat they faced pushed down on him constantly, but without some disgusting parasite trying to take over his body, he was beginning to feel like he could push back. He was still him. Still that boy, who wanted to be a hero, the husband who thought he could take on the world for his family, the father who would do anything to see his little girl smile. Each of those identities had been shattered by the pain life can bring, leaving him broken and listless. But now? Now he had a chance to be a hero again, to take on the world for those under his care, and maybe even make a better future for those kids¡­ well young adults. Tilly turned away from the mountain, promising himself that whatever happened after the auction, he would make time to meditate. He needed to stay rooted in who he was, going to do whatever it was Origin thought he could. He moved through the parade ground with renewed energy, spotting Gorock bellowing at a group of new recruits a little to his left. He gave the goat man a wide berth, not wanting to get caught up in some pissing contest on such a busy morning. He made it the rest of the way to the army staging ground without incident and found Marq and Julius lounging in the shade of a tent with some steaming bowls in hand. ¡°Good morning guys! Sorry I¡¯m behind, I had a late night last night,¡± He called as he jogged up. Julius looked up and raised an eyebrow, making Tilly regret his choice of words immediately. Marq smiled in his direction, ¡°So did we! I went on my first night patrol, and even after several days, we still found a group of strigoi roaming the plains a few miles out from the wall! We crushed them!¡± he added exuberantly. Hearing that they had recently gotten back from a patrol made Tilly feel even more like an idiot, but before he could put his foot any further down his throat, Julius cut in. ¡°So what''s the plan? Do we need anything special today?¡± Taking the offering for what it was, Tilly jumped at a chance to get down to business, ¡°Yeah, I need projectiles¡­ a lot of them.¡± ¡°Hmm.¡± The Vet answered, turning to look musingly at the group of tents behind him, ¡°Mountain patrol just returned and they got chow before us. A bunch of those bow pullers should still be around here somewhere...¡± ¡°That would be great-¡± ¡°RANGERS, UP AND AT¡¯EM!¡± Julius called out before Tilly could even finish his sentence, and to Tilly¡¯s horror, half-asleep men began to stumble out of their tents, called away from their well-earned post-patrol rest. ¡°Looks like you lot just got called up on special duty! Gear up, we leave in thirty breaths.¡± The Bastion bellowed happily, not at all missing his opportunity to mess with another branch of the Alliance¡¯s armed forces. Several members of the unit in question shot dirty, bloodshot glances Tilly¡¯s way, before diving into their tents to grab their gear. ¡®Looks like this is shaping up to be a real winner of a morning¡­¡¯ Tilly thought glumly to himself as he fought the urge to cover his face in shame. A few minutes later, twenty Rangers, headed by Subcommander Nyuk himself, had formed up in front of Tilly. Tilly tried to catch the lapin¡¯s eye, but the bastard stared hard forward ignoring him completely. ¡°Looks like we are ready to head out, boss,¡± Julius announced happily as he surveyed the surly unit before them. ¡°Yep, looks that way,¡± Tilly grumbled back. B3. Ch. 26 Bullet speed. Nyuk kept up the cold shoulder act right up until he heard Tilly¡¯s plan for the next test, ¡°Human, are you crazy?... Actually, no one needs you to answer that. Maybe your Identify is broken. None of my men are below 40, and Gods, I¡¯ve somehow made it to level 52! Let me tell you that Bottleneck is a real-¡± ¡°Alright! Enough jawing, none of us gets to sleep until this is done. So let''s head out.¡± Julius called, dropping the subordinate act as quickly as he had picked it up. Tilly fought down a grin at the lapin''s characteristic response, and looked up at the sky, noting that the sun was already above the mountain ridges, ¡°Actually Nyuk, he is right. I only have an hour or two at most before I have to be back in the city, so I¡¯ll just have to show you. Nyuk just nodded reluctantly at the dodge and moved to follow as Tilly headed out to the wall. The group was up and over the wall without another complaint. In fact, besides Nyuk, many of the other rangers seemed almost eager once they heard the objective of the ¡°special detail¡± and before he knew it, he was standing with his back against the cliff facing twenty tired, angry Rangers, holding their weapons at the ready. Tilly glanced over at Julius and Marq, who had posted up twenty yards to the side of the line of fire. The acolyte looked nervous, and Julius¡­ Julius¡¯ mask of cynical professionalism was barely covering his eagerness as his diabolical scheme took shape. If that man''s sleep was going to be interrupted, you could bet he was going to do whatever he had to in order to get some entertainment out of it. ¡°You¡¯re sure about this?¡± Nyuk called one more time from his leftmost position on the line of ranged fighters. Tilly eyed the unit warily, but after one more pause to check that yes, he was, in fact, being an idiot, he nodded slowly, hating how extreme he needed to take this for it to actually produce useful knowledge for him in the future. He needed to push himself to the extreme and know exactly what this next title could do if he wanted to be able to make the right call in the heat of battle. ¡°Yeah, I don¡¯t think I have much of a choice in this one... Begin firing at my signal, and cease at my or Julius¡¯ command. If it looks like I am avoiding being hit too easily, scale up your attacks until my call or ten breaths have passed. Everyone clear?¡± ¡°Yes Sir!¡± They called back, hands hovering over knocked arrows, and in one case, a whirling sling. Taking another breath, Tilly centered himself and raised his hand. The Rangers lifted their weapons in response, ready for the signal. Tilly pulled up his Bracelet command, electing Dexterity and the now familiar ripple of frailness ran through his body, followed by what felt like tiny jolts of electricity. His body jerked in response to the magnitude of increased connection and muscle memory that rolled through his frame in an instant. Unfortunately, he realized too late that a hand signal was probably a bad idea when he was testing out another physical stat. His eyes whipped up to the sounds of releasing arrows just as his pupils dilated to an insane degree. On instinct, he tried fruitlessly to dive to the ground, but his body did not respond. No, that wasn¡¯t right¡­ The rate at which he was processing the scene before he shot forward even as the world slowed to an almost comical degree. His body actually was responding, but slowly, as if he was trying to move through mud. The projectiles themselves were similarly affected and while they were moving considerably faster than him, that only meant that they were floating through the air like slow-toss water balloons. Tilly watched in fascination as the nearest arrow warbled back and forth, shimmying through the air as its deadly point surged toward his eye. After watching the arrow travel almost half the distance it needed to reach him, his mind finally adjusted to the new perception rate, and Tilly realized his dive was not going to clear him from the path of almost any of the projectiles, so he improvised. He took the driving foot of the dive and engaged his hips, shifting the trajectory to a more lateral maneuver. As he pushed into the motion, he felt the full effect of his new stats finally take hold of his body, reforging every fast twitch fiber and nerve connection into something that was a magnitude more efficient than its old system. Somehow the process of electrons from the brain through nerves to muscles was reforged into an instantaneous expression of motion, outside of thought. He pushed off the ground, diving through the air as if it were water directly toward the cloud of projectiles right as they coalesced to meet him. Before his conscious mind had even noticed, his subconscious had set his dive at a corkscrew, causing him to minimize himself as a target, and shift out of the way of each projectile as it came for the space that had once been his chest or head. These boys really meant business¡­ Arrowheads nicked along his head, shoulders, and arms, grazing him everywhere, but none landing a penetrating blow. Before he fully comprehended what had happened, he was rolling to his feet, having miraculously made it through the storm of projectiles with only scratches. Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. However, his chosen opponents were no slouches when it came to Dexterity and they had been accruing plenty of experience against fast opponents out in the field. Another wave of projectiles was already being loosed even though Tilly¡¯s diving dodge couldn¡¯t have taken more than a second. Not only that but judging from the spread of the follow-up attack, they had released in a wider pattern, intentionally cutting off Tilly¡¯s path to escaping the next round of projectiles. The follow-up was coordinated, focused and seemed to have occurred without any intervention from their commander¡­ Tilly glanced over at Nyuk, impressed before activating his new title, quickly scanning the notification. Warning, you no longer fulfill the requirements for the Title: [Resolute]. The title has been revoked but can be regained if the requirements are met again in the future. Congratulations! You have earned the Title: [Preternatural] [Preternatural]: Your Dexterity Stat is higher than all of your other Stats combined. As long as this remains true, you may advance your awareness and movement speed to four times its base for three breaths. Tilly''s lips curled in a slow smile as the projectiles swimming through the air toward him slowed to a crawl. He fought to stand up from his crouch, fighting against the heavy weight that was normal time. His awareness had moved so far beyond the normal flow of events that he was reminded of his first encounter with Origin. Time was still moving though. Nyuks arm was already slowly drawing back another arrow, displaying a speed that would have been an incomprehensible blur from Tilly¡¯s old point of view. Now though? He felt like he had all the time in the world. He did a mental inventory of his breaths, recognizing the slowly releasing pressure in his diaphragm as the exhalation of his first breath after activating his title. The title would last three breaths before he returned to his Bracelet-enhanced high Dexterity state for another 6 breaths. Taking his time to carefully consider his position, he pushed his body to step slightly to the side and lean forward, reaching out for the one unavoidable arrow on his chosen path of escape. The movements took an arduous amount of time, and he had to focus on the motion of each muscle to make them happen at all, straining against his limits to move in this new world of hyper-slowed time. Honestly, he shouldn¡¯t have been able to move at all at these speeds, he just didn¡¯t have the strength for that level of explosive movement but the change in his body had not just heightened his awareness to an insane degree. His coordination had become perfect, every muscular process involved in each motion felt fluid to an almost instantaneous degree. The casual step he had undertaken, took over forty-five seconds from Tilly¡¯s point of view, and that was with him straining at his maximum output. The slight lunge forward that followed, along with a gentle raising of his hand to meet the body of the projectile coming for his chest, all took another minute after that. If it wasn¡¯t for the fact that he had yet to finish inhaling his second breath, he would have felt like he was doing Tai Chi in the park. Finally, the tips of his fingers brushed the body of the arrow, moving along with its slow momentum forward, and angling it just slightly off its path. The contact instantly bruised the tips of Tilly¡¯s fingers, but otherwise was surprisingly easy. What followed was several more rounds of grueling physical chess as Tilly carefully navigated the strategically shot projectiles aiming to pin down his preternatural movements. The line of Rangers kept firing, releasing what must have been several arrows per second, but Tilly picked his way through and around them over the course of his next two breaths. In his titled state, each breath felt like it took around five minutes to fully progress through his body, and not wanting to miss such an incredible opportunity, he spent all of it studying his body¡¯s application of force on the environment around him. Every new movement was a revelation as if he had only known how to use the skeleton, ligaments, and muscles in crude crashing motions. Now, under the limits placed on his body in this new state, each gesture had to be perfectly controlled, exerting the minimum force necessary to achieve each maneuver. It was one of the most profound physical experiences he had ever experienced, and as he felt himself finishing his third exhalation, time snapped back to slow, instead of glacial. By this point, the Rangers had fanned out and many were empowering different Abilities to make sure he did not last the full 10 breaths. Tilly knew he had learned everything he needed from the exercise, and he cut his fourth inhalation short to shout, ¡°Stop!¡± His vocal cords vibrated deeply in his throat as the sound escaped his lips and reverberated around the still-coming projectiles. With his speed greatly reduced from the withdrawal of the title¡¯s power, Tilly winced as he spotted several arrows and a spinning riverstone that he no longer had time to dodge. As his command reached the line of fighters, they instantly complied, even as Tilly launched into another contorting dive. He had to shift into a strange, curled hunch as his feet left the ground. The previously identified unavoidable projectiles found their general mark but thankfully missed the vitals they had been zeroing in on. Knives of pain dug into his thigh and right arm, along with the deep crack of an empowered stone shattering the shoulder he had raised to protect his head. ¡°Cease fire!¡± Julius shouted, rushing forward with Marq. Tilly for his part grinned through the pain as four times as many projectiles flitted all around him missing due to the unpredictable position he had adopted with his final attempted dodge. Tilly gasped through the pain, straightening slowly as the Rangers followed in Julius¡¯ wake. The Bracelets thrummed back to life and his stats returned to their normal spread. Before Tilly could say any different, the Bastion gave him a quick look over, before shooting his hands forward like striking snakes. In an impressive display of coordination, he grabbed the two arrows lodged in Tilly¡¯s body and yanked them free. ¡°ARGGG!¡± Tilly yelled out in pain and surprise, as Marq began casting next to Julius, bathing Tilly¡¯s injuries in the blue light of his healing magic. His returning Endurance, along with the healing dulled the pain almost immediately and he looked around at the Rangers eyeing him curiously until he found Nyuk¡¯s eyes. The lapin had on a rare expression of wonder, and Tilly began searching for some cool line to drop on his friend when he noticed the worrying presence of a flashing notification icon on his HUD. He had muted damage reports¡­ and he hadn¡¯t gained a Debuff or anything¡­ Ignoring their looks, he pulled up the notification screen, Congratulations! Your body has experienced a level of coordination and speed reserved for the semi-divine. Your careful observation of the experience has resulted in a minor absorption of this higher level of physical integration. +4 increase to your base Dexterity. Warning, you no longer fulfill the requirements for the Title: [Resolute]. The title has been revoked but can be regained if the requirements are met again in the future. Tilly groaned, his eyes shooting up from his screen to glare at the sky, ¡°You have got to be shitting me!¡± ¡°Told you this was a bad idea,¡± Nyuk added glumly. B3. Ch. 27 Well Laid Plans Tilly was spitting mad. This was the first time he had been ¡°awarded¡± Stat points by the System since he had eaten that stupid ¡®throw-up leaf¡¯! He couldn¡¯t help but feel like he had been tricked, and was being cosmically maneuvered into a place of vulnerability. ¡°Goddammit!¡± He snarled. Julius took a stoic step back, signaling to the Ranger unit to give Tilly some space. Poor Marq however, did not pick up on the signal and stepped forward raising his hands again in concern. ¡°What is it, Mr. Tillman? Do you need more healing?!¡± ¡°No, I need to stop getting screwed over,¡± Tilly grumbled up at the sky. Kindle shimmied out of her pocket, shaken awake by his emotional turmoil. She hopped up to his shoulder, cheeping in anxiety. In the face of the innocent concern from the two youngest members of his group, Tilly got ahold of himself. He took a moment to squeeze his eyes shut, rubbing them vigorously, before opening them and addressing the group with a sigh, ¡°Look, I¡¯m alright. It¡¯s just that the most recent test gave me some unforeseen¡­ benefits, which have messed up my stat spread royally.¡± Along with those words, Tilly sent Kindle an image of a bird missing its diving strike on a rodent, attempting to convey his loss. She cheeped mournfully in understanding, and Tilly enflamed his hand and patted her in response. ¡°Oh- Ok,¡± Marq answered, clearly not really understanding, but finally taking a cue from the others. Nyuk cleared his throat and turned to his unit, ¡°Alright, back to the staging area. No more special details this morning. After the debrief this afternoon, you are all on leave until tomorrow morning. Dismissed!¡± ¡°Yes, sir!¡± The unit answered in unison, before heading out, shooting a few lingering stares back at Tilly. The beginnings of some whispered conversations floated over, but nothing distinct enough for Tilly to hear, not that it mattered. ¡°Sorry about that,¡± Nuyk added as he watched his unit move back along the cliff toward the staging area. He turned and found Tilly¡¯s eyes, showing a twinkle of genuine concern as he moved up and placed a reassuring hand on the shoulder opposite the flaming chick, ¡°Whatever it is, it can¡¯t be too bad¡­ You managed to move faster than anything I have ever seen. Your stat spread may be off, whatever that means, but it can¡¯t be worse than what I expected¡­ so all in all, we are coming out of this ahead, I think.¡± He finished, adding a couple of comforting pats to his gesture. The whole time, Tilly noted that he studiously avoided looking at Tilly¡¯s other shoulder. The one that was more or less on fire at the moment. Unable to keep the smile from crawling up his face, Tilly asked, ¡°What, exactly, did you expect when I asked you guys out here?¡± ¡°Oh, I didn¡¯t know specifically, but I was fairly sure it would involve explosions. When I saw how far from camp we were going, I gave us a fifty/fifty chance to live through the morning. So I, for one, couldn¡¯t be happier with the results.¡± He answered, a completely genuine smile on his face. ¡°I do other things besides explode.¡± Tilly deadpanned. ¡°Sure you do, human. Sure you do.¡± Nyuk laughed, letting his hand fall back to his side, ¡°I¡¯m going to catch up with the unit, then later today if the gods are kind, I¡¯ll be catching up with the missus, if you know what I mean.¡± He finished with a wink. Then with a cheerful nod to the confused Marq, he jogged off, whistling a jaunty tune. Tilly watched him go for a few seconds, letting the turn of events sink in. He had accidentally lost his [Resolute] title again. This time, through an almost unforeseeable turn of events. To make matters worse, he was hours away from attempting to bullshit through an event filled with some of the most powerful beings on the Plane. None of that, however, killed the reluctant smile on his face as he watched the fatalistic Lapin head home, apparently having gained a new lease on life. At least someone was going to have a good day. ¡°You need us for anything else?¡± Julius inquired, reading the shift in Tilly¡¯s attitude. ¡°No, you guys did great. Unless I find you again, consider these exercises over. I have learned everything I can for now.¡± ¡°Ay Sir¡­ Come on, boy, let''s get some sleep. Unlike the string pullers over there, we have another shift tonight.¡±Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more. Tilly broke with his testing team, letting them walk back to the wall, while he jogged back to the city center. His thoughts were swirling with concern as possible scenarios began to play out in his mind. Just because attacks during an auction were rare, didn¡¯t mean they never happened. Knowing how volatile Corruption¡¯s influence could be, Tilly hated depending on the rules alone for safety. He had been fine testing Dexterity today, even with the auction coming up because he could not afford to attack anyone. That didn¡¯t mean he hadn¡¯t been counting on his defensive trump card if things suddenly escalated beyond his ability to bullshit. Being able to take a single hit, no matter how powerful, and shrug it off, was an incredible boon that had propped up his shaky confidence through many encounters. Now though? His hand was completely empty. To these beings, he was just a cockroach, inconvenient to kill, but otherwise harmless. As he passed through the parade ground, he didn¡¯t miss the sight of the innocuous mountain looming in the distance over the valley, ¡°You better not have done this on purpose for some beyond my understanding bullshit reason¡­ I¡¯m willing to own my part in this, but I want you to know, I am putting a lot of eggs in the, ¡®you are not an asshole¡¯ basket.¡± He grumbled up in its direction. The structures of the city moved to block his view, and he decided to leave it at that. The Alliance had made it this far, and if he could nut up and face whatever this event had in store, they would be one step closer to survival. It was either that¡­ or give up. The Temple of Light¡¯s report had painted a grim picture. The stance of most of the Powers on the Plane was that Corruption was either a distant threat that would weaken rivals or a possible new resource to exploit. Those nearest the Blasted Lands who were unaligned with the Pits were most at risk, but they tended to lean toward the darker end of the spectrum and wanted little to no contact with any Light-aligned Faction. It painted a strikingly similar situation to what Tilly had witnessed before the fall of the capitol. The aristocracy of the Thousand Phalanx Empire had almost been willfully ignorant, radically underestimating the threat they faced. Instead of unifying, they played power games, cannibalizing what little chance of defense they had for an elusive temporary gain. Tilly¡¯s face fell as he remembered the chaos at the end of their flight through the portals. Moving through the crowds of now hopeful people, he couldn¡¯t help but remember the faces of those trapped just outside of Elder Kihei¡¯s barrier. That couldn¡¯t happen again. Not now, when he actually had a chance to change something. The failure of the empire¡¯s leadership should have resulted in destruction for its people. Instead, a few key groups put away their differences and aligned to salvage an impossible situation. If something similar didn¡¯t happen on a Plane-wide scale, they would very quickly reach the point of no return. By then, whatever fractured resistance Corruption would face in its domination of this reality would be wiped out one by one. The Church was on its back foot, the other plane-wide Factions were neutral at best¡­ Something had to change. Their enemies were consuming each other in a savage establishment of a hierarchy of power, but soon the fighting would cease, and Corruption would face the world with a united front. The system itself seemed to need to quantify and officiate this conflict, and so was drawing these forces to the Contested Lands, a place no one had seen in epochs. To top it all off, he had been drawn into an ancient vendetta between dragons, that somehow centered on this same area. By the time Tilly had arrived at the appointed square, the stakes of the coming event were pulling on his shoulders like insistent toddlers, demanding more of his attention than he could afford to give. The Commerce Guild still stood proudly at one end of the block, its ornate and columned front demanding respect, the statue of weighted scales standing proudly at its apex. On the other end of the flagstoned space was a strange structure. It was a mix of tiled domes, and graceful curves, unlike any building Tilly had seen on Nephesh so far. Strung up above the entrance of the low wall that surrounded the building was a banner, fluttering in the breeze. It had the words, Auction House stitched into the creamy textile with golden thread. Behind and around the swooping curves of the walls and buildings, Tilly could see hints of artful gardens, and even a few patios tucked into the insets of some of the wandering lines of the structure. Before he knew it, he was swaying on his feet. Without a conscious decision, his investigation of the structure drew him deeper and deeper into the maze of increasingly impossible lines and spaces. ¡°Look back at the banner, it will ground you,¡± said a voice from behind. Tilly did as he was told, eyes scanning urgently as he attempted to pull his attention away from the Escher-like building. The fluttering caught the corner of peripheries, and suddenly he was standing back in the square. He instantly cast his gaze downward and turned toward Mochizuki, who was standing behind him accompanied by a stoic Ichiro. Today, instead of a kimono, or a servant¡¯s outfit, she wore a large cloak, and Tilly wondered what scheme the drab covering concealed. ¡°If you would follow us, Jonathan Tillman,¡± Ichiro said, milky eyes shifting easily from the structure to find Tilly¡¯s. He added a polite smile to the request and turned to move toward a stone building looming clumsily at a perpendicular angle to the two graceful structures. ¡°Just when I think I have a read on this place¡­ it finds a way to get weirder,¡± Tilly grumbled, following the two lapins. As they approached the sturdy doors, a pair of guards emerged, opening the way for the trio and bowing slightly as they passed. Inside was a spacious room that was part guard station, part¡­ something else. There were tables with maps, and notes scattered over the surfaces, racks of different types of clothing, and a few odds and ends Tilly could not ascribe any sort of purpose. At the center of it all, a familiar voice boomed cheerfully, ¡°Jonathan Tillman! I am truly sorry duty has kept me from checking in, but as you can see, there is more than enough work here for a man to drown in!¡± Shuji barked in a laugh that seemed every bit as cheerful as his tone, even when contrasted with the ominous words he had used as a metaphor. The corpulent Lapin glided forward, dark circles under his eyes juxtaposed against his big white smile. Before Tilly knew it, he was caught up in a large hug. ¡°Good to see you too Shuji¡­ I hope you have been taking care of yourself.¡± ¡°Oh, you know me. I¡¯m a glutton for punishment! Enough about that, I hear you are about to go on quite the adventure!¡± Tilly looked around the eclectic room and the group of ten Flame¡¯s Watch sitting in the corner, checking over equipment. ¡°What exactly is this place?¡± ¡°This is the base of our covert operations!¡± Shuji boomed happily. B3. Ch. 28 Big league Intrigue ¡°Kind of close to the other Faction¡¯s buildings, isn¡¯t it?¡± ¡°Oh yes! Undoubtedly, they have recently installed devices and spells to hear our conversation at this very moment. There might even be a scry set up to watch us!¡± He added excitedly. Tilly shot a concerned look at the others, and Mochizuki rolled her eyes at his antics, ¡°They might be able to hear us, but we are all but certain they can not see us. We do have some protections in place.¡± Shuji nodded along indulgently, as he reached into his sleeve and produced the Librarian¡¯s Codex he had received after they established the Sovereign Crystal. He began speaking as he opened the book to its middle, ¡°Yes, well, be that as it may, I, for one, love operating as if they are listening to every word. They know we watch them, and we, of course, are being watched in turn. One must keep an eye on one''s investments after all.¡± He spoke in a manner slightly more distracted than normal, and Tilly looked down at the book in confusion, seeing a line of text appear simultaneously while he spoke. ¡°They followed you home last night after the incident with the Keystone. Mochizuki handled them, but with so many new strangers walking our streets, we are elevating operational security significantly, especially around the Manor, the teleport square, and this area. They know you will attend the auction, but we wish to lay a few false trails for them. Follow our lead.¡± Ichiro stepped in, ¡°Thank you for accepting the responsibility of this assignment. I wish I could accompany you, but we all have many things to see to and very little time to do what we must.¡± he said. To his side, Mochizuki was removing her cloak to reveal a flowy full-body outfit that closely resembled the Auditor''s from the Auction House. As if to confirm his suspicions, she pulled a head covering cleverly attached to the collar of the outfit over her face, completing the ensemble. Tilly looked back and forth between the three, and tried not to stumble through whatever game they were playing¡­ Ichiro at least, looked just as uncomfortable as Tilly felt. ¡°Yep, looks like I''ll be going then, thanks for the send-off guys, I promise I will obtain everything we need,¡± Tilly said, failing completely to sound natural. Shuji nodded along enthusiastically, handing Mochizuki the Codex, which she tucked away in her voluminous robes. ¡°Friend Tillman, we have much to discuss when you return, do what you must, but make sure you come back to us,¡± Ichiro added. ¡°Yes, and remember, this is your first event. Remain as unseen as possible, head straight to the booths, and speak to no one.¡± Shuji added seriously, his tone now completely contrasting with the mischievous smile at home on his face. At those words, Tilly began to understand. The Commerce Guild was not nearly as tight-lipped as the Auction House, and they wanted to create the impression that Tilly would be attending the event but would remain cloistered away from the powers, which honestly would have been the smartest choice anyway. ¡°Got it, Shuji. I understand the plan, no one will hear a peep out of old Jonathan Tillman the entire event.¡± At the word peep, Kindle emerged from her now snug pocket and eyed the small group in annoyance before cheeping up at Tilly hungrily. Ichiro and Shuji shared a look and then turned back to Tilly, eyeing the phoenix¡­ The ultra-rare, very distinctive bond that many people had seen him with. ¡°Oh¡­ uh you better take this before I leave,¡± Tilly added with a twinge. He reached into the pocket, enflaming his hands instinctively as he picked up the chick. She twittered happily under the heat, and he sent her an image of a nest and hiding. ¡®Hey girl, I need you to stay with Uncle Ichiro for a little while, ok? I¡¯ll be back soon.¡¯ he added to the images. She flapped her little wings nervously as Tilly¡¯s flames winked out and he handed her over to the lapin, who took her gently. Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings. She sent back a flurry of images of different things on fire that basically amounted to, ¡®But who will feed me?¡¯ ¡°Jonathan Tillman, while you are overseeing the sale of our current stock, I believe I will go to the smithy, and inspect their progress on new designs. Our crafters are becoming more and more proficient with the new forge.¡± Ichiro added, speaking down toward Kindle as much as he was addressing anyone else. Tilly smiled at the idea and sent several images of furnaces to the phoenix. As soon as she received them, she cheeped in acquiescence and settled down reluctantly into Ichiro¡¯s palm. ¡°Hopefully, our current stock sells well.¡± He added, keeping up the pretext. Mochizuki nodded to the other two, signaling that it was time, and then stated aloud, ¡°It seems like your escort has arrived, follow their lead and you should be fine.¡± She said, gesturing to herself with a wink. Shuji waved at the guards, who came over and assembled around the pair in a formation. Tilly didn¡¯t recognize any of them, not that he expected to, but they all wore serious expressions and none, not even the lapins smiled or even looked at him. It was all business today. Along with their increasing professionalism, Tilly noted that the Watch¡¯s uniform was getting more official by the day. Each of them wore heavy padded jackets and pants, carrying shortswords on one side of their belts and a mean-looking weighted club on the other. ¡°Good luck Jonathan Tillman!¡± Shuji shouted exuberantly as the guards finished forming up. The fact that Tilly was only five feet away did nothing to dampen his mood. ¡°Thanks,¡± Tilly replied drolly. Mochizuki nodded to the guards, and they all moved toward the door displaying an admirable amount of discipline as the first two broke off and moved through the door. They cleared the area immediately outside the building and then held open the door. The rest of them moved through and the guard formed back up seamlessly as the group moved across the square. The sight of Tilly walking with an armed escort and a member of the Auction House caused a stir, many of those passing through stopped to turn and stare as the formation passed by. Tilly hated the showiness of this plan. He didn¡¯t mind being watched, but to make decisions to intentionally gain attention rubbed him the wrong way. But thankfully, no one had put Tilly in charge of any kind of subterfuge. No, that responsibility seemed to fall on Shuji¡¯s shoulders whenever the lapins were involved and the Librarian seemed especially fond of glaringly obvious distractions that always hid much more than they revealed. Before he knew it Tilly was moving under the Auction House banner, the strange curves and lines that made up the supernatural structure coming into view as they rounded the gate. As soon as the formation passed through, the guards split and posted up at the entrance while Mochizuki continued to glide forward, having assumed an aloof formal posture for their march. The small but open courtyard was empty, and thankfully, from within, Tilly could only see two or three of the arched openings leading off into the maze, which left him much less dizzy than his first look had. ¡°There are many theories as to how the Auction House does what it does. The one I find most compelling is that they do not erect new buildings for each chapter. Rather, they somehow link our space to an existing entrance of this complex. Where they found it, or if its body lies in the physical plane of Nephesh at all is anyone¡¯s guess.¡± Mochizuki droned, still playing her part. Tilly followed her lead through the first of three arched entrances, which led into a curving hallway that only twisted slightly as it opened into a private courtyard with a soft fountain bubbling and several strange trees, whose trunks curled in on themselves in corkscrew motions. Tilly turned and found that they had moved completely out of sight of the main entrance. He glanced up and found the sky completely changed, now colored a bruised purple and pink, reminding Tilly of an otherworldly sunset. ¡°Wonderfully executed if I do say so myself,¡± Talias'' strangely familiar accent sounded from a cleverly hidden archway, pulling Tilly¡¯s attention back to ground level, ¡°You are surprisingly skilled at adopting our mannerisms.¡± ¡°Thank you! The outfit did the majority of the work, I assure you.¡± Mochizuki lowered her eyes in thanks before shedding the top layer of her disguise. She folded them neatly and moved forward to offer them to the Auditor. ¡°Of course, it is a small thing to offer, and we do so gladly,¡± The Auditor answered as she glided forward to take the outfit and tucked it away in one of her sleeves. Tilly read this exchange as his cue for assuming his Emissary guise, and he mentally drew himself up before sighing dramatically ¡°I have found prudence, while boring, to be a very effective tool for getting what I want.¡± He interjected in a cold voice, pulling the attention of both ladies to him, as he activated his armor¡¯s transformation. His patchwork leather and fur armor rippled from head to toe, leaving him clothed in his scaled leather suit with a red tie and white dress shirt¡­ and the shoes! He had forgotten about the wingtip leather shoes. He tried not to gag as he shot a quick glance down at his transformation. ¡°Shall we?¡± He asked in an unaffected voice, stuffing his discomfort deep into his subconscious where it could whine in private while he did what he had to do. ¡°Just a moment master,¡± Mochizuki stated, pulling off her large cloak and revealing a leather and cloth outfit that seemed to be a strangely cohesive mix of handmaiden and assassin. The bodice was cut low, and her torso was crisscrossed with bandoliers of belts and knives. She pulled on what looked like white butler gloves and adjusted a pair of split skirts. The whole outfit seemed formal while not impeding her movement too much. Once done, she sauntered over, effecting a far more predatory manner than he had yet seen from her, and nodded once to him, meeting his eyes intentionally for just a second, before taking position slightly behind him and to his right. ¡°Good, good! It is almost time for the event, and if you will forgive me some enthusiasm, we here at the Auction House are very excited about some of the new items to make the stage this year.¡± Talia crooned, before turning on her heels and heading back through the arched opening. Tilly and Mochizuki followed after entering the building proper. B3. Ch. 29 Heavy Hitters. Tilly fought to keep his eyes from crossing as the hallway practically squirmed in front of them. The passage they followed seemed to defy logic at several turns, and at one point Tilly was even convinced they had completed a full rollercoaster loop. But, through it all, the Auditor led the way with an implacable steadiness, navigating the twists and turns of space with long-practiced grace. He did his best to keep his eyes fixed on her most of the time, but he found himself constantly forced to shut them for a few moments to keep from growing too dizzy to walk straight. ¡°Here we are,¡± Talia declared calmly as their path suddenly spit them out into a grand hall lined by many different-sized entryways. At its end was a huge gate, swung wide open with a banner hung over it that glowed with crawling scripts of enchantments. ¡°Be welcome, Leave in Peace¡± The huge stretch of the enchanted cloth announced. Or at least Tilly thought that¡¯s what it said. The letters themselves seemed to want to shift as soon as he turned his eyes away from them, and he almost immediately did because they were not the only ones arriving in the grand hall. There were dozens of streams of guests being led by an Auction House employee. All moving toward the same large opening at its end. Tilly did everything he could to keep from gawking in those first few moments as he spotted a walking tree, a rolling pile of magma, and¡­ Pikachu. Not something that looked like Pikachu, but actual Pikachu. He blinked a few times, floored by the breadth of beings displayed before him. He had thought with the relative diversity present in the empire and by extension the newly formed Three-Fold Alliance, he had grown accustomed to living in the world that hosted the dreams and myths of men¡­ but he was dead wrong. It was a huge challenge to keep the disdainful disinterested look on his face during that initial scan of the hall. It was a sobering moment for him to realize that the races present in the Alliance were only a small fraction of the life that called Nephesh home. Even the hours-long review with Mochizuki the night before had not prepared him for this moment, but he kept his shoulders relaxed, and his mouth a thin, downward-tilted line. He had spent decades playing down any surprised reaction he had as an emergency responder, learning the hard way that staying calm in the field was always the first step to solving any problem, no matter how dire. So he clamped down on his expression now at the incredible sight and pulled his gaze back to Talia who had paused to glance back. ¡°If you would be so good as to follow me, I will lead you to your designated booth. Mingling is permissible, but you must be in place if you want to bid on the first round of goods. Bidding is set to begin in two hundred breaths,¡± she breathed, having artfully waited at their entrance into the hall to allow its grandeur to sink in. Tilly was sure she had a good idea of the effect this sight had on first-timers. ¡°Lead on. I do enjoy a good spectacle,¡± Tilly answered in what he hoped was an unconcerned tone. Their robed guide nodded and turned to flow forward into the intermingling streams of myth and legend as if it was just a walk through the park. Tilly did his best to tune out everything around him as he followed, masking his wonder with a bored expression. He could feel Mochizuki a step behind him but did not look back to check, knowing such a move would seem hesitant. The weight of the crowd''s presence began to push down on him as they approached and he was forced to flare his Aura slightly, leaning into the arrogance of the dragon. He refused to treat this like anything other than a mildly tolerable experience. As they entered the streams, Tilly felt the edges of his soul brush against some of the other beings moving toward the huge doors. The experience was jarring, but out of his peripherals, he saw that they showed no reaction to the aural contact. So he doubled down on his casual gait, mirroring their posturing. He fought from shivering as a frigid presence pressed in on his Aura from behind and then had to bite the inside of his cheek as something that felt like tortured moaning leaned in on his psyche from the left. It was like walking through a metaphysical blender of tides and eddies of power, and it was everything he could do to keep walking straight. ¡®Just keep moving. Make it to the booth.¡¯ He repeated to himself as he kept his eyes on the robed figure in front of him, fighting to not look as more extraordinary creatures joined the stream headed to the door. Some called out to each other jovially, others spat expletives at the sight of some hated enemy, but none seemed overly aggressive. Above it all presided the heavy weight of the banner, radiating a magical authority that kept the consequences of violating the tradition of the Auction at the forefront of everyone''s mind. The stream passed under the banner and into the arena, spreading out as they entered a chamber the size of a football stadium. The walls and ceiling were lined with hundreds, if not thousands of openings. Each covered by a reflective window looking out over the arena floor. The main ground of the stadium was covered in planted flags depicting different symbols and creatures. At the center of it all was an ornate circular stage larger than a school auditorium. The ground floor of the arena had a huge path circling the main auction area, and the stream of creatures that Tilly and Mochizuki had joined split off, each being led to a different stairway that opened up into the outer edge of the space. The pressure surrounding Tilly eased up, and he ratcheted up his sneer in response, swallowing down his sigh of relief as Talia cut through the field of flags, aiming for a smaller stairway, across the open expanse. You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story. Moving through the arena floor, they walked past numerous flags. One was covered in interlinking diamonds, and the next displayed a roaring lion reminding Tilly of some sort of heraldry. But they weren¡¯t the only ones cutting through the flag area. A Beholder floated behind an Auction House worker about twenty paces to their right. On the other side of their trio stomped a Troll covered in jewelry. It reminded Tilly of a toddler throwing a tantrum as it barked something at his guide over and over. Tilly could make out the sounds, but the creature''s accent was so thick that the automatic translation of this word might as well have been broken. Risking a larger scan of the room, Tilly realized that not all in the arena were moving toward the stairways. He saw several small groups meeting up among the flags, their guides remaining at a respectful distance while they conversed. Some of the conversations seemed cordial, while others radiated the cold reality of suspicion. Talia led them in a long arc around the central stage, where a few Auction House members busily made preparations for whatever items were about to be displayed. Then a humming chime sounded throughout the arena, and many heads, or in some cases appendages, turned toward the stage briefly before resuming their focus. Rising from the center stage was a figure wearing so many layers of robes that they might as well have been a pile of jewelry and cloth. ¡°Honored guests, the first round of today¡¯s event begins shortly, please make your way to the assigned booths and make yourselves comfortable.¡± A quiet voice whispered through the room, reminding Tilly of the whisper of fabric rubbing against itself. At that point, they were almost to the base of the stairs they had been aiming toward when a whispered conversation floated out from the arched opening. ¡°The old ways are dead! I have made my oath, and I will see him destroyed at all costs!¡± One voice whispered harshly, ¡°Curufin, Please! Listen to reason. You must turn away from this folly,¡± a second voice choked out in reply. Tilly wanted to slow as they came into view of the opening, not wanting to be seen interrupting. But Talia glided forward unconcerned, and he dutifully followed. Two ethereal men looked up from their hunched conversation, and Tilly tensed as the one nearest, furrowed his brow, highlighting the all-black orbs and tear stains of advanced Corruption his eyes displayed. Tilly¡¯s gaze shot away from the pair, failing to keep from looking guilty. ¡°Come away, my lord,¡± the clear-eyed one pleaded, placing a gentle hand on his Corrupted companion. The other flinched, then jerked his shoulder away from his friend, before turning and leaping up the stairs four at a time. The rejected man and their Auction guide belatedly followed. The clear evidence of Corruption¡¯s already present influence shook Tilly in a way he was not prepared for. He knew he would be meeting those on the other side of this conflict at this event, but he got the sense that whole other narratives were playing out around the arena. The fate of whole Factions where in the balance, and behind it all Corruption was weaving its binding net of chains, drawing more and more into its dark embrace. Tilly had already seen hundreds of beings at this event, all representing Factions that could crush the Alliance in a direct conflict. How many more of the Powers present had already given in to the temptation of a rapid increase in power? What could the Alliance or even the Church do against them all? Tilly hardly noticed as they turned off the stair to a small hallway, that led to an engraved door, ¡°I will return at the end of the event to guide you. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask any of my order. Otherwise, you may participate in any way you deem fit, as long as you break none of our traditions.¡± Talia stated, gesturing toward the door, which opened to reveal a richly appointed room with assorted foods and two overstuffed leather chairs facing the window at the other end. Nodding absently in response, Tilly moved into the room. ¡°There is your control crystal, it will link to a flag once activated, and is untraceable. ¡®May Fortune favor you,¡¯¡± Talia concluded. With that, the door closed, and Mochizuki and Tilly were finally unobserved. Tilly turned toward the Lapin at a loss and found her suddenly gasping for breath hunching over as if she had just carried a great weight. ¡°Mochizuki! Are you ok?¡± ¡°Yes¡­ That was¡­ difficult for me,¡± she replied, slowly straightening as she doggedly moved toward the window with Tilly following after her in concern. Their view displayed the arena floor from a few stories up. Only a few groups remained in conference on the arena floor, and even catching her breath, Tilly could see the lapin¡¯s ears perk up, trying to catch any conversations she could. After a few more moments, even those lingering few broke up and followed their guides to the various stairways. ¡°You activate our crystal and give me a moment. I need to record all that I have seen and heard¡± she continued, pulling out Shuji¡¯s codex and opening it to a seemingly random page, before beginning to scratch out notes. ¡°Activate the crystal¡­¡± Tilly muttered to himself, turning back to the chairs, and finding a side table attached to the seat on the right, holding a faintly glowing sphere the size of a cue ball. He stepped gingerly toward the chair, and took a seat, finding the vantage point perfect to see the entirety of the arena floor, where flags were already beginning to magically float a few feet off the ground in what Tilly assumed was their starting position. He reached over and touched the crystal, finding it warm. A stream of foreign mana caressed the Mana Pathway that ended in his hand, and he grasped it, forming something like a metaphysical handshake. The reaction was instinctual, but it must have been correct because the crystal started to hum in response. A light formation spun to life above where Tilly¡¯s hand rested, coalescing into the shape of a stylized dragon, eating its tail. Tilly snatched his hand back, but the image remained. ¡°I thought you said the flag assignments were random.¡± He complained, frowning at the image. ¡°That is what I was told,¡± Mochizuki said, glaring up from her notes at the image that felt too much like a coincidence to be anything of the sort. ¡°It changes nothing, we must proceed as planned, and hope we gain much more information and resources than we lose in the next few hours¡­¡± She added, trailing off before returning to her notes. ¡°Powers and their Representatives, I am pleased to announce the four thousand and sixty-second Plane-wide Auction is about to begin.¡± Whispered the same voice Tilly had heard after the chime. ¡°Please take your seats and claim your flags.¡± B3. Ch. 30 Big Bidders, Little Quitters Mochizuki closed the Codex and moved over to the chair, looking less harried after a minute away from the intense sea of fluctuating auras they had just left. ¡°Are you going to be alright?¡± Tilly asked, checking her distant expression for any signs of lingering distress. ¡°I will manage. I had hoped to be able to hear more from our booth, but this glass effectively blocks much of my range. I can read lips, but that will obviously be limited to those whose faces I can see.¡± She replied thoughtfully, chewing over the problem as she sat and faced the stage with the Codex open in her lap. ¡°Is there anything I can do to help when we go back down? Without the Titles that come with this equipment set, I don¡¯t know that I would have been able to walk, let alone make it through that group of monsters.¡± ¡°Believe it or not, I have extensive training in this area. It is just difficult to focus on insulating myself against a certain kind of aura when there are several others pushing in at the same time.¡± She answered thoughtfully, before turning to Tilly and allowing a small hint of uncertainty to show through her professional mask. ¡°Since you are asking, I do think I have a fix.. one that will fit in well with your current disguise.¡± Tilly nodded immediately, happy to help in any way he could. ¡°A portion of the way through our trip, you flared your aura slightly. At that moment, I was afraid I was close to displaying weakness. But I found that I was able to orient onto your soul once you unveiled it. Staying in such close proximity to you while leaning into the mindset that I was your possession seemed to stave off the worst of the other¡¯s influence, bolstering my internal ability to insulate myself against the others. I think if you expand your aura slightly to fully cover me, I will benefit from a moderate amount of its protection, allowing me to turn my focus to those we are here to observe, which is mission-critical-¡± The whispering voice cut through the rest of her words, gold bangles jingling softly on many layered sleeves, ¡°As is customary, we will begin our bidding on an object of eternal worth, a Living Map from our longtime friends at the Cartographer''s Guild. With the recent system-wide announcement, and the unprecedented shifting of our borders, many of you lay in uncharted territory. Not to mention the fact that this generation of maps is the only one produced by the Cartographers that outlines the location and shape of the notoriously reemerged Contested Lands. Due to these extenuating circumstances, we will begin the bidding at fifteen thousand gold.¡± Tilly leaned in from his chair, and Mochizuki shifted to the side to take in what the Auctioneer held in their covered hands. As if responding to its occupant''s desire the glass front of the room rippled and magnified until an ornate scroll crawling with golding runes came into view. Tilly didn''t have time to really inspect the object, as fifteen to twenty flags went up around the arena. ¡°Now remember honored guests, there will be a map offered at the opening of each round of this event, so this is not your last chance¡­ but with so much interest I can only imagine the price will only go up¡­ Do I have any takers at twenty thousand?¡± The voice continued, taking on the barest hint of pleasure. In response to the words, five flags rose and the rest fell back to the floor. ¡°Thirty,¡± the Auctioneer challenged. Two flags rose, and the other three fell. One depicted an eye at the top of a pyramid and the other held a gnarled tree. ¡°Forty.¡± Neither flag rose. ¡°Ah, perhaps a bit overzealous, it is early after all¡­ thirty-five?¡± The gnarled tree wobbled but did not rise while the Pyramid ascended proudly. ¡°Thirty-five going once, going twice¡­ Oooh and what is this?¡± The robed figure crooned happily turning in place, seeming to be able to sense it as an entirely different flag shot up from the floor to rise to meet the pyramid. It had Lightning forking across a great field. ¡°Someone is playing cleverly¡­¡± The Auctioneer whispered for all to hear. Their androgynous voice along with the playful commentary added an entirely different element to the already unpredictable event, and Tilly was having trouble processing through all the implications of anonymous bidding, unknown item lists, and meet and greets between each round of purchases. It was all so complex, and if there was one thing Tilly hated, it was politics¡­ He has always felt like he was drawing close-fisted with crayons while everyone else wrote with fountain pens. ¡°Will the rest of you let this stand? Some interloper hopping in when the item is all but sold? We all know the remaining maps will sell for more, they always do. Who will enter the fray at Thirty-Six?¡± The Pyramid and the Lightning ascended slightly, matching each other''s movement. No other flags joined the race. ¡°Eager are we? How about we try forty again?¡± They both rose in response, having now ascended to level with Tilly¡¯s window. ¡°I grow bored with this¡­ Fifty.¡± Both flags hesitated for a moment before the pyramid fell back down and the Lightning rose in victory. ¡°No other takers?¡± The arena floor remained still, and the Auctioneer sighed, ¡°Very well, I was hoping for slightly more drama on this first item, but too many of you know my games¡­ The Living Map has sold for Fifty thousand gold. Moving on.¡±Stolen story; please report. ¡°Is something like that on our list?¡± Tilly asked Mochizuki quickly. ¡°No, we should be gaining access to that information through our network after this event. Our focus-¡± ¡°Now for our next item, we have a ten thousand-year Serenity Bonsai, cultivated by our friends at the Ancient Grove Faction¡­¡± Tilly kept his hand away from the crystal, afraid to accidentally activate it before they had any funds to spend. But that didn''t keep him from watching with interest as the Bonzai went for seventeen thousand gold. Next was a sextant that would speed any nautical journey by an order of magnitude. Then there was a set of celestial thread spun from the hair of a deific sheep. Each of the items was cool and Tilly was sure they were very useful in specific circumstances, but nothing that seemed as useful as the map, and if he was being honest, his attention began to wander. Then the Auctioneer waved one of their arms elaborately causing the cloth of their outfit to fan out momentarily and their jewelry to tinkle. When the robes fluttered back down, behind the Auctioneer stood a small pallet of many-hued ingots of glass. ¡°Now, we have another first for this august event! Occasionally we are privileged to be the purveyors of ancient artifacts of power, often crafted from various rare materials. But here we have on our hands an incredible opportunity for any Faction! Before you, I have 100 ingots of Dragon Glass. This substance and its source have been verified and with the recent system announcement, I think you can all agree that we are soon to be approaching an arm¡¯s race of plane-wide proportions. Get a leg up on your rivals and equip your finest elites with the best enchanting material available. Once inscribed and charged with mana, any item properly crafted with this substance will be as strong as Adamantium and will multiply the effects of the mana inscriptions on the material. The only limit is the quality of your craftsmanship!¡± Then the figure paused looking around the room and seeming to make eye contact with every booth in the arena before continuing. ¡°Bidding will begin at fifty thousand gold, and I don¡¯t think I have to tell you that for many, even a few of these ingots would be considered priceless!¡± The Auctioneer flung out their covered arms dramatically and almost in response, flags all across the arena flags rose to the bid. Seeing his chance, Tilly reached over to his crystal and attempted to meet the bid. He felt the mana in the object retreat, leaving space for him to push his own in if desired. He did so, and his attention was immediately drawn to a flag with the same symbol that floated above his crystal. It jerked at his link and ascended to match the others. ¡°Let''s not waste time¡­ One Hundred Thousand!¡± The Auctioneer whispered/yelled manically. Tilly felt the mana in the crystal retreat further, giving him more space to push his own in, but he pulled back and saw his flag fall, along with many others. That didn¡¯t stop Tilly from leaning forward in interest as dozens of flags rose to the new bid. ¡°Ah, I see such a prize has many of you feeling bold! How many will last at one hundred and fifty thousand?¡± The numbers kept rising, and Tilly was overcome by the euphoric feeling of winning the lottery as he watched the Alliance¡¯s coffers grow to dizzying heights. Maybe with this much wealth, they would actually have a chance to survive whatever was thrown at them next¡­ The bid grew to four hundred thousand with five flags still in the race. Tilly''s euphoric rise crashed back down to earth as reality hit him. Each of these Factions had enough gold to spend this much on just one opportunity. This was surely an incredible boon to the Three-Fold Alliance, but at the end of the day, it still only represented a drop in the bucket to some of the major players on the Plane. Mochizuki glanced over at Tilly¡¯s rollercoaster-like response and her focus slipped as a mischievous grin quirked at the edge of her lips. Then she casually threw a bomb into Tilly¡¯s already ruined paradigm. ¡°Perhaps now would be a good time to mention that the Alliance has recognized your personal contribution to our obtaining of such an incredible resource, and as such, ten percent of any Dragon Glass exported from our Faction will be deposited directly into your personal account with the Commerce Guild. ¡°AHA! Tenacious little upstarts, aren¡¯t you?¡± The Auctioneer¡¯s voice continued, oblivious to Tilly''s shattered reality. ¡°Do you have the stomach for eight hundred thousand!¡± The new amount once again set Tilly adrift in a sea of possibilities. He couldn¡¯t begin to comprehend how much the Faction, and now he would be able to do with that amount of gold. Only three flags had hung in the race to this dizzying height and at the new price declaration, a familiar image fell away. The flag divided by forked lightning fluttered to the ground, defeated. Mochizuki¡¯s small smile broadened as the two remaining flags, one depicting a laughing skull and the other showing a crashing wave rose up through eight fifty and then nine hundred thousand. The Auctioneer lowered the bidding intervals as the trio shrunk to a pair, attempting to squeeze every drop from the race. Numbers so large that they would have choked a less skilled orator took the flags to almost a million gold before the flag depicting a crashing wave dropped out of the running and the Laughing skull flew resolutely at the apex of the air over the arena. ¡°Congratulations, honored guest. We have just broken a one-thousand-year record of nine hundred and fifty thousand gold! Perhaps we will break the all-time record today with so many ripe opportunities still to come, Eh? One hundred Dragon Glass ingots sold for nine hundred and seventy thousand gold. The floor fell out from under Tilly as the final price was named, and he found himself unable to process any of the math required to figure out just how much money they had made¡­ Mochizuki was busily scratching a few notes in the Codex and then read aloud her conclusions, ¡°Congratulations are in order, Mr. Tillman. After the 15% commission to the Auction House, our Faction has earned eight hundred twenty four thousand and five hundred Gold. Ten percent of which is yours, coming to eighty-two thousand, four hundred and fifty gold.¡± She finished smugly, Tilly suddenly noticed that words were exploding across the page under her notes. Tilly looked up at the lapin at a loss, completely unable to process what had just happened, let alone whatever item the Auctioneer had already started bidding on. ¡°Mochizuki, are you using that to talk with Shuji?¡± ¡°Oh, Yes! So sorry, I should have explained earlier. Anything written in this book enters into our Librarian¡¯s knowledge and anything he reads, appears in this book wherever he wills it. In the most basic sense, this is a physical manifestation of his mind. He is receiving my notes, writing his responses, and then reading them. It took some practice to get the technique down, but this is our best solution for instantaneous plane-wide communication. Many of the Factions who send representatives have some equivalent in place. As we speak, Shuji is sitting in with the Alliance Council in a closed section, they are quite pleased with the results of our first sale.¡± ¡°That''s¡­ brilliant.¡± ¡°Yes, thank you. Now I think we both have to pay attention, I¡¯ll make sure to let you know if something comes up that we need. There are two other groups of items we managed to enter into this event, and while they will partially reveal more than I would like, they will also serve as key methods for us to identify possible allies. So while the Faction''s budget is set, your personal wealth is set to increase even further, so be on the lookout for something that might uniquely suit you. ¡°For our final prize of the first round of the auction, we have a matching triple set. Many of you have heard of the new force sweeping across the plane and it is well known how much opportunity comes with such changes. So, for any looking to set themselves up as a force to be reckoned with in what some are saying will be a new world order, I present three, Mythic-ranked Corruption Seeds.¡± B3. Ch. 31 Seeing Red. Before he even consciously registered what he was doing, a growl escaped Tilly''s lips and fire rippled to life across his shoulders. Oblivious or uncaring to any of the spectator¡¯s reactions, the Auctioneer continued, ¡°By all accounts, these Seeds have the ability to profoundly affect your Mana Pathways and increase your power output multiplicatively. They do come with some side effects, as with most objects of power, you must maintain a tight mental control over their influence. But for the careful user, they could be the key to breaking past bottlenecks or even gaining access to other sources of power completely. Not to mention the immediate positional strength you will gain with the forces rising across the plane.¡± The Auctioneer advertised, looking around the room almost curiously as they spun the display case for all to see. ¡°Mr. Tillman!¡± Mochizuki said urgently as the fire began to spread up and down the rest of Tilly¡¯s body. ¡®These are all only half-truths! Some idiots are going to turn themselves into monsters and destroy everything around them¡­¡¯ His thoughts blazed through his mind as his hand moved toward his crystal. ¡® I have to buy them and destroy them.¡¯ ¡°Johnathan!¡¯ She tried again, getting up from her chair at his lack of response. ¡°Due to the fact that there are three of these powerful objects, the bidding will start at fifty thousand gold,¡± the Auctioneer finished happily. Tilly¡¯s hand clenched on the crystal, sending his flag soaring with the others. ¡°Oho! Dare I jump to seventy-five?¡± Tilly pushed more mana into his crystal, gritting his teeth. Then Mochizuki interposed her face in front of his own, blocking his view completely. ¡°Johnathan Tillman. You will not buy these objects. They will find eager hands no matter what you do. Let this one go.¡± Only three-quarters of the flags fell away at the proportionally huge increase in price. Leaving at least ten buyers. ¡°Even if I can¡¯t get them, I will make whatever bastard who wants them pay a premium.¡± ¡°As expected,¡± The voice whispered sadly in response to the loss of the majority of bidders, ¡°The blood hasn¡¯t truly started pumping yet for some of you. Let''s keep playing it safe at seventy-seven.¡± Tillys Mana twitched reflexively, matching the bids of five other flags. ¡°Jonathan Tillman! You will enrich the seller while temporarily saving a fool that will no doubt endanger their own Faction in some other way!¡± She growled, her hand hovering near his arm as if she would have jerked it back, if not for the fact that it was covered in flames. ¡°Seventy-Eight.¡± The cold logic of Mochizuki¡¯s rebuke cooled some of Tilly''s fury, and he reluctantly pulled his hand away from the crystal, allowing his flag to fall away along with all but two of his competitors. ¡°Seventy-nine.¡± The Auctioneer continued, as both flags wavered, neither one definitively taking the victory. ¡°Come now people. These are Mythic items! The system itself backs their potential!¡± the Auctioneer cajoled. Finally, the flag displaying a unicorn of all things rose above the other to take the prize. ¡°Very well.¡± They concluded dismissively. With a flourish of their sleeves, the case holding the three seeds disappeared, and the robed figure flung their arms wide, ¡°Overall this was a very pleasing start to what should be an increasingly interesting event. As is customary, give our people a few minutes to reset the room and as you see all the flags rise into the air, you may come and enjoy our legendary hospitality while we set the stage for the next round of items.¡± With those words workers covered in body concealing uniforms flowed in from the main passage carrying tables and trays heavily laden with all kinds of things. ¡°Thanks Mochizuki. The thought of someone else having that thing growing inside them threw me for a second,¡± Tilly breathed, allowing the rest of his flames to die down around his body. The lapin eyed him for a second more before moving to retrieve the Codex and sitting with her knees against the window. ¡°I understand your feelings, but you would better serve yourself and our people by thinking a little more deeply before you act. The stakes are very high and any rash decision made now could prove a terrible weight later down the line.¡±If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it. Tilly got up from his chair, frowning at the words, but accepting them for the reality they were. ¡°Is the plan still to post up and watch this first one?¡± ¡°Yes, we will venture forth on the next break. There are always at least three and I have a hard time imagining that the guild will want anything less than four runs of goods at such a high conflict time.¡± Tilly settled down next to her, looking at all the different tables being set up with a spread of food that was at least as diverse as the auction attendees. He saw a guild worker set a huge tray of what looked like radioactive green seaweed next to a long platter of grilled meats on skewers. More and more workers moved into the arena hall, carrying ever-increasing amounts of ¡°food¡± until every table held a dizzying array of goods, some of which Tilly would not wish on his worst enemy. At the center of one particular table next to some average-looking hors d¡¯oeuvres, was a rotting bovine head overflowing with maggots. The smell alone would probably make the arena floor all but impassible. Tilly had lived in a very low-income block of apartments as a child, and even with those foods being mildly familiar, on hot days, the aroma of everyone¡¯s cooking would meld in the hallways creating a nauseating memory that could still make him gag. ¡°The platters are all enchanted to contain the smell,¡± Mochizuki noted absently, reading Tilly¡¯s mind. Or more likely, the sudden waxy paleness on his face. ¡°That makes it¡­ only slightly better,¡± Tilly gulped, trying not to imagine what creature would soon be eating some of these delicacies. Soon after, the staff flowed away from the arena floor like a retreating tide leaving behind an impromptu feast. As they left, the flags lingering on the ground between the tables rose, clearing a complex network of pathways with the stage at its center. The whole thing was designed as a social maze, which, once entered, would be very difficult to extricate from quickly. A bell sounded from somewhere as the flags finished rising, and Tilly got his first chance to fully gawk at the assorted rulers and representatives of the most powerful Factions on the plane. In most cases, they emerged from the different stairwells with dignified strides, scanning the room coolly as they measured the opportunity such a gathering represented. This was juxtaposed by a few notable exceptions. One spindly figure with antlers topping its head and swirling portals of darkness for eyes and a mouth practically ran toward the tables, crashing into one and shoving everything within reach into its mouth. Another figure that looked like a hyena on steroids, jumped atop a table, kicking aside the dishes and howled in delight, laughing maniacally all the while. The more dignified attendees ignored this as par for the course, but Tilly¡¯s head kept turning from one strange figure to another as he tried to take it all in at once. Even with what looked like only half the attendees bothering to come down for the first break, the sight was overwhelming. ¡°Look,¡± Mochizuki interrupted his spiral, pointing to a table near the entrance, ¡°There are Stephen Brightborn and our friend Reginald, playing the part of his servant. I will needlessly remind you that under no circumstances are we to approach either of them today.¡± Tilly nodded, following the direction of her gesture, and saw a towering man with salt and pepper hair, wearing armor that shone with a faint radiance. He wore a stern expression as he spoke with an angry-looking dwarf covered in enchanted armor that must have been at least six inches thick. ¡°I¡¯m guessing the dwarf he is talking to is King Kneekicker of the Dwarven Deeps Faction?¡± ¡°Yes, the first of a long list of overt outreaches the Tower of Light plans to make at this event¡­ It seems this first one is not going very well.¡± She finished, before returning to watching the room and making note of who was talking to whom. Disturbingly, Tilly saw a significant number of beings already showing signs of advanced corruption. They did not clump together, instead, they flowed around tables like predators, eyeing food and other guests with naked huger. At Tilly¡¯s rough count, there were probably less than seventy-five beings on the arena floor at present. He tried to listen in on some of the nearby conversations, but the best he could pick up was an indistinct murmur filtering through the glass. Mochizuki, however, seemed to be able to parse something from the noise and her ears twitched constantly as she scratched away with her pen and stared intently at different nearby conversations. Deciding that it would probably be best not to disturb her, Tilly did his best to mentally put some of the names he had learned the night before to face. Maybe he could pick something up by just watching them. Triton was easy to pick out, the leader of the Atlantian Faction swam through the air at ground level as if it were water. His powerful body was covered in scars, some of which seemed disturbingly fresh, but the figure moved as if he was unbothered by them. Nearby was a Lich floating on the edge of the feast swathed in midnight robes. Its empty eye sockets scanned the room slowly as if waiting for something. He most likely was the representative of the Eternal Dead Faction, one of the few Factions in the vicinity of the Blasted Lands that was not allied with the demonic thrones. As he carefully scanned the rest of the room, he was pretty sure he was also able to spot representatives from the Ancient Grove, Defiant Fist, Enlightened Council, and Winged Host Factions. They were all major players, and typically not aligned with the Blasted Lands or the Tower of Light looking more after their own interests than being swept up in larger-scale conflicts. Tilly carefully scanned each one of the powers as he recognized them, and was grateful that none of them seemed to sport obvious signs of alignment with Corruption. The same was not true for some of the more infamous members of the Pits. A swarm of insects that concealed a faint but visible humanoid figure stood off to one side of the area. Tilly noted that it was conspicuously opposite the Champion of the Tower of Light. The distance spoke of a respect that gratified Tilly until he realized that while Stephen Brightborn was pursuing conversations with different powers on one side of the room. Bezzelbub seemed to be holding court on the other. One by one, other powers and representatives would approach the Fallen Prince, plaintively entering the cloud before leaving a minute or two later, covered in bugs. There was no sign of Magog, the only other Prince Tilly was confident in his ability to identify due to the legendary size of the demonic giant. Not surprisingly, many of the powers reaching out to the prince showed signs of Corruption. But Tilly was no fool, just because he didn''t see any didn''t mean there wasn¡¯t a significant number of people at this event who had already been exposed in some way and were fighting it even now. He knew firsthand that an internal war could be raging under the surface of the most normal-seeming of faces. Soon enough the Bell chimed again, and Guild workers flowed into the arena as conversations quickly ended and the attendees began to move back to their respective stairs. Tilly''s mind was buzzing with different observations and questions, and he was about to turn toward Mochizuki to get a few before the next round of bidding began when a scream of fury rang out on the arena floor. Tilly''s eyes whipped toward the sound and saw that same eerily beautiful man standing in triumph over the representative of the Defiant Fist. The burly Orc was pawing pitifully at a black, living knife that was shooting out familiar tendrils in an attempt to dig deeper into the warrior''s insanely tough skin. The all too familiar veiny network of corruption was already working its way across the burly warrior''s exposed chest. ¡°The stain of dishonor your kind has left on our Faction is cleansed! Wallow in- ¡°How dare you,¡± the whispering voice of the Auctioneer ripped through the sound of the man¡¯s gloating. B3. Ch. 32 Rags and Riches Suddenly the Auctioneer was in the midst of the scene, layers of cloth surrounding the attacker before he could even shout in surprise. The apparent leader of the Auction House then gestured with their other hand, and the space around the knife in the Orc¡¯s chest began to fold in on itself. 2-D planes of existence collapsed on themselves all around the cursed weapon until it and a healthy portion of the orc''s rib cage had been compressed to the size of a pin head, before popping out of existence. ¡°ARG! Snot-nosed brat!¡± The Orc bellowed, getting to his feet and brandishing a huge axe that was equal parts jagged bone and screaming metal. The hole in his chest bled freely, but the wound didn¡¯t seem to impede the warrior at all. The Auctioneer was one step ahead of him, his voice tearing through Tilly¡¯s mind in its fury, ¡°This is not what I meant when I asked for drama Curufin. For this transgression, the Endless Pursuit Faction is forever banned from this hall and dealings with the Auction House. I hope it was worth it.¡± A muffled scream sounded from beneath the cloth that had mummified the attacker before the whole figure under the supernaturally elongated sleeve seemed to collapse into nothingness, leaving only a pile of the Auctioneer¡¯s supernatural sleeves behind. The orc growled in fury, swiping at the pile of cloth as his attacker disappeared, but there was nothing to hit with his impressive axe. In a much more normal voice, the Auctioneer tsked in feigned concern, as they turned and bowed to the furious orc ¡°My dear guest, it wounds me far more than it does you, to see a guest treated so in my halls. Take this pittance of a sum as an apology from our House.¡± they said, pulling back the pile of cloth from where Curufin had once stood to reveal a chest of coins. Most of the rest of the representatives had already cleared the room, and the guild workers were almost done removing the tables and dishes as if nothing had happened. Tilly marveled at the wound in the Orc¡¯s chest which had already begun visibly closing, ¡°Ha! Forgiven, Whisperer! Easiest money I have ever made¡± The orc bellowed, laughing as his internals disturbingly shifted along with his barking. ¡°Happy to be of service,¡± the Auctioneer whispered, back still bowed. The orc bent down to touch the mound of financial compensation and the whole thing disappeared. Tilly glanced at his world ring and wondered if he had just witnessed its capabilities. The orc¡¯s tusked smile grew as he read a notification on the amount received, and without another word, he straightened and strutted happily back to the stairway leading up to his booth. The Auctioneer spun in place causing their many layers to fan out around them, before forming a vortex that pulled their whole body into a central point. Then they were across the room, standing on the stage again, ¡°Powers and representatives! Now that we have dealt with that minor distraction, let us get on to business.¡± Another Cartographer¡¯s Guild map was produced, which did, in fact, sell for more than the first, then they brought out several more items which were each very powerful, but all in selective situations, none of which seemed useful for him or the Alliance. That all changed when the next item came out. ¡°Ah, now here is an interesting little trinket a friend of ours picked up in the deep desert,¡± the Auctioneer tittered while a mechanical scarab beetle crawled out of one of their voluminous sleeves and up onto their shoulder. ¡°We are calling it a Temporal Beetle and according to our best scholars, it has the ability to reset one timer on the effect of almost any other item. The delay being reset cannot be greater than a day, and it cannot be an item that is ingested. The Temporal Beetle will be destroyed upon its use, but I think the effect could be very valuable to some of you in this room. We will begin the bidding at ten thousand.¡± Tilly¡¯s hand shot to the crystal, and put his flag in the running with about twenty others. He was sure many in the room had powerful items, but to have them narrowed down to a day cool-down had to narrow the playing field significantly, didn¡¯t it? ¡°Twenty,¡± the Auctioneer continued. All the flags matched the price rise. ¡°Oho! Cheeky today? Try fifty!¡± Three-quarters of the flags fell away. ¡°Will this work with whatever strategy you employed against the Alliance¡¯s new guest?¡± Mochizuki asked curiously. ¡°It should be perfect for me in emergencies. Giving me another use of what is probably my most powerful capability so far.¡± ¡°Sixty.¡± The Auctioneer giggled. Three flags rose with the number. Tilly¡¯s dragon, a rainbow infinity sign, and a mountain. ¡°Seventy.¡±This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. They all rose. ¡°Eighty.¡± Again they all matched the bid to the sound of Mochizuki¡¯s furious scratching in the Codex and Tilly¡¯s thunderous heartbeat. ¡°My goodness, some of you must be sitting on some truly extraordinary items, ninety!¡± Tilly¡¯s flag wobbled uncertainly as he hit the limit of his finances before Mochizuki¡¯s voice came to bolster its ascent, ¡°Mr. Tillman, you may use Alliance funds for this as a loan, you are about to make more gold anyway.¡± His flag had begun to fall along with his retreating mana, but at her words he desperately shoved more back into the crystal, causing the flag to surge with rising energy to meet its competitor. He was not the only one who had balked at the new price. In its resumed rise, Tilly¡¯s flag passed the rainbow infinity flag slowly drifting down. ¡°Oh my. Looks like you almost had it Anonymous Mountain. But the hesitant dragon found its courage. Ninety-five!¡± ¡°Do you think it is worth this? It''s only a single use,¡± Tilly shot over to Mochizuki. ¡°Will its use save your life or give you extra power?¡± ¡°It will do either, but I will likely only use it if I am about to die.¡± ¡°Ninety-seven,¡± the Auctioneer continued after a slight dramatic pause. ¡°Then it is very much worth it for you and your Faction,¡± she replied with a definitive nod of her head. Tilly''s flag rose in response, matched by the mountain. ¡°Ah, I tire of this¡­ Can either of you stomach one hundred and one thousand gold?¡± Tilly had no clue what the best strategy would be here. Should he immediately soar up, displaying confidence and commitment, or should he trail his competitors to make them think they had almost won each time? Probably something he should have asked about earlier¡­ As his flag rose slowly to meet the new price the mountain flag hesitated, rising halfway, ¡°Oh, come now! Make up your mind you dithering cowherd. Do you want this item or not?¡± the Auctioneer spat, suddenly vehement. In silent shame, the flag hung there for a moment more, before beginning its long journey back to the arena floor. ¡°Finally! Temporal Beetle has sold for one hundred and one thousand gold.¡± Tilly felt the life drain out of him as his flag also fell. To go from filthy rich to dirt poor in the space of an hour was a journey he had not been mentally or emotionally prepared for. ¡°Our next item is a treat and another first for our House! Even better, it is another set of 100.¡± The Auctioneer whisper-shouted to the crowd, lifting their arms as the small chest rose up from the floor of the stage. They then took two definitive steps toward the chest and flung it open, revealing pointed, crystalline objects, half the size of Tilly¡¯s hand. ¡°That''s Right! Our dragon glass supplier is not done yet! You have before you one hundred dragon glass arrowheads. They carry no enchantment, and are ready for whatever little surprises your best enchanters can add to them! I am told they do come with one bonus that increases the drama of our current conflict deliciously. There is a blessing on each arrowhead from a being that calls itself Origin. The blessing will cause whatever damage it issues against a Corrupted foe, to be increased by 200%...¡± The Auctioneer delivered dramatically, nodding along to the silent room as if the crowd had just gone wild. ¡°I know¡­ I know. The plot thickens. It looks like our ¡®New World Order¡± isn¡¯t going to have an uncontested rise after all. Just who is this Origin? I haven¡¯t heard of them, have you? I will say this, one of these arrowheads, properly prepared, would be a danger to all but the strongest creatures¡­and ten of them targeted at a single opponent? Well, I think even some of our honored Fallen Princes would need to be wary, don''t you?¡± The whispery voice crooned mischievously. ¡°How did we forge so many?¡± Tilly blurted to Mochizuki''s satisfied smile. ¡°We worked out a deal with the Church. They have loaned us a master Barbaraen Smith, who has been working day and night to figure out how to forge the material after it is cast into an ingot. She gets to keep half of what she makes, and we the other half. She is even train-¡± ¡°So, my honored guest, who will purchase these little instruments of death? Will they be snapped up by the Factions who stand in the way of Corruption¡¯s rise? Or will this emerging force flex its financial muscle and buy them just to spit in the eye of its doomed opponents? I can¡¯t wait to see! Bidding starts at fifty thousand! Flags rose all around the room. ¡­ A few tumultuous minutes later the arrowheads sold for the dizzying amount of seven-hundred and fifty thousand gold. The numbers were changing so fast that Tilly finally gave up and helplessly looked over at Mochiuki as she worked out the numbers after the conclusion of the bidding. ¡°The guild takes their fifteen percent¡­ then you get ten percent¡­ then you pay us back.¡± She muttered as she scratched through the math before looking up with a beaming smile, ¡°Mr. Tillman, you now have forty-five thousand six hundred and thirty-nine gold accredited to you after repaying your small loan, this leaves the Alliance with well over a million gold having passed through our accounts today. We have just achieved one of our most important goals for today; Securing the last Faction advancement required besides your divine mission.¡± ¡°Well done, Honored Guests! What an exciting day,¡± the Auctioneer purred like a cat having just finished its cream. Tilly had loosely tried and failed to keep a general idea of how much gold the Auction House was making on each item, but that fifteen percent added up quickly with so much money flying through the air and he had quickly given up. ¡°There are just a few more items before our next break and for all those interested in the coming conflict at our Plane¡¯s center, I think you will find the next round of items to be most¡­ stimulating.¡± The auction sold off a few more powerful but specific-use items that Mochizuki only noted. They were all either too expensive to tempt Tilly or not applicable to his build. The most notable of which was a skill up scroll that would take the user to level thirty in the Skill; True Strike. Tilly bid on it for a while, but the cost quickly went into the hundreds of thousands, and he did not want to borrow from the Alliance for something that would be an awesome, but non-essential addition to his build. ¡°Wonderful, Honored Guests. Just wonderful. Now if you will excuse us, we have some larger items in store for the next round to prepare, please enjoy our legendary hospitality.¡± The Auctioneer concluded after the final sale as the streams of Auction House workers once again flowed into the room and began setting up another feast, which Tilly was interested to note was in a completely different layout from the first, with entirely new dishes being set on the tables. ¡°We¡¯re up, aren¡¯t we?¡± Tilly swallowed, feeling the anticipatory weight of all those beings''s auras pushing in on his soul. ¡°Yes, we must if we are to get everything we can out of this event. I will be with you, but I am afraid I cannot help you. In fact, for me to accomplish my mission, I will need your help¡­ are you ready?¡± Tilly sighed, and stood from the comfortable leather chair, straightening his already supernaturally pressed suit jacket, and rolling his neck to try and loosen some of the tension gathering in his shoulders, ¡°Ready as I¡¯ll ever be. Let¡¯s do this.¡° B3. Ch. 33 Networking Tilly steadied himself, slowly unfurling that ball of furious superiority that was his aura in this armor set. Brash confidence flooded the area immediately around him, he shoved down the niggling thought that without his [Resolute] Title he was a sitting duck for any insane power that wanted to clock him on a whim. He had seen firsthand that the legendary neutrality of the Auction House still held, but it wasn¡¯t saving anyone from a sucker punch. Unlike the orc from the Defiant Fist¡­ Tilly probably couldn¡¯t regrow his rib cage in a matter of minutes. Memories of death, destruction, and fire flooded his mind in the face of these doubts, not as foreign invaders, but as reminders of his capabilities Draconic Authority pulled on his subconscious, demanding the strength hidden under layers of self-doubt and depreciation. Thousands had been consumed in his flames, and enemies stronger than some of these present had been laid low before him. If any Corrupted thing tried to lay its hand on him, he would put as much fire into an overwhelming response as possible. He may not be the alpha of this group, but he was certainly not prey. His mind oriented itself fully in opposition to those who would try and control him, before slowly rising above the fray entirely. He would not fear, many here had no idea just how much of a threat he posed to their machinations, and he looked forward to burning those plans to the ground. Even as contempt for his enemies was slowly layered over his soul in protection, part of Tilly was dismayed at how natural it felt on him. But after a few moments of settling into this metaphysical armor, he realized that he could uphold this mindset with focus, it would immediately begin to fade if not actively maintained. It was a temporary magnifier for some of the aspects of his soul¡­ or at least that is what he would tell himself later. Now it was exactly what he needed to walk through a room full of mass murderers and act as if they were a waste of his time. Tilly kept his aura tight, about three feet around him, and moved toward the door without hesitation. Mochizuki fell in beside him, shivering slightly as his presence washed over her. She clicked into place seamlessly with his own protections. She was His, and no one would take from him what he owned. The hall and the stairs were both empty, acting almost as a quiet pocket of dim peace, pierced only by the growing murmur of the hall as they descended the second story of stairs and moved toward the arched opening. Tilly did not slow, did not think. He just prowled into the room, taking in the tumultuous frenzy of meetings, greetings, and eating with flat, unconcerned eyes. He was here to give his servant a chance to gather information, and while he would challenge none of these beings, he did not have to be overly concerned about who or what they encountered as long as he made sure they were seen and kept Mochizuki free to note each reaction of those they encountered. Immediately to the left of their archway was a pair of gorgons with theater masks that seemed to function as dampeners for their stone gaze ability. They didn''t look up from their conversation, but several of their snakes tracked him as he moved without pause into the maze of passages in between tables. His pace was slow, deliberately looking at nothing as he moved toward his chosen position. He mostly avoided any others in the passageways, not wanting to be stopped by a random encounter. No, he wanted to be out in the open and draw in friend and foe alike. Many attendees were also flowing into the arena floor and Tilly idly noted that this break would be significantly more crowded than the last. Slowing to a stop, Tilly looked down his nose at the assortment nearest his chosen position. The table was covered in whole roasted legs of¡­ well all kinds of things. It seemed like the only theme of the table was ¡®leg meat¡¯; some of them even looked as if they smelled truly ripe, and Tilly took a silent moment to throw up a thought of gratitude to their hosts. ¡°Still no honey blossom wine¡­ I swear they wait to the last break simply to vex me.¡± A gentle voice rose and fell just behind Tilly. He had felt nothing on his aura and fought to believe it was because whatever had approached him was beneath his concern, but even with the Dragon Emissary armor set, that was a stretch. He simply was unable to detect whatever was right behind him. He turned in what he hoped was a smooth motion and raised an eyebrow while taking in the female figure that had positioned herself right behind him. She was made up entirely of pink flower petals that shifted and danced as if fluttering on a breeze while maintaining the same overall shape even as the form they composed changed its features. Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. ¡°And you are?¡± He asked cooly, the figure was already within his aural sphere, and Tilly could see Mochizuki two feet to the left of the petal woman standing stiffly with her eyes downcast. A rolling vibration of petals accompanied a tittering laugh that was somehow girlish and womanly at the same time, ¡°I am Elder Ash of the Ancient Grove, and my senses tell me we are related in some way, but you look more like a servant of the Sky than a child of the Land to me¡­ Most curious.¡± She answered, taking him in with empty eyes. ¡°I am what I am,¡± Tilly said enigmatically. ¡°Hmmm, well little cousin, would you mind if I embraced you,¡± she asked casually. Tilly fought not to glance at Mochizuki and ran through his options. He knew of this Faction. The Ancient Grove was typically neutral in its stance between light and dark, and Tilly didn¡¯t want to antagonize them out of hand¡­ but what in the hell did ¡®embrace¡¯ mean? At that moment he realized that despite his desire to maintain his simple guise as an obvious and very visible distraction for Mochizuki¡¯s information-gathering mission, more would be required of him. It looked like he would have to follow his gut on this one. As he stared at her, considering her request, the presence of her soul was disturbingly absent, but there was something¡­ some distant sense of music about her that was all too familiar. He took a deep breath and leaned, ¡°Do what you will, Elder, but I ask that you keep our interaction as subtle as possible.¡± He breathed as quietly as possible, all the while maintaining an impassive expression on his face. She smiled in response, and her petal form broke apart, swirling in place momentarily before rushing around him in a tight circle. Not a single one made contact with his physical form, but the same was not true for his soul. For the first time, he felt a distant impression of her aura pressing in on his own. No that was not right, the aura was there, but it did not press, instead, it opened itself to him, simply revealing its nature fully. Tilly was flooded with the feeling of ancient strength, and weathered patience. This unchanging existence was paradoxically paired with a deep submission to the seasons and a willingness to die and live again with each cycle, just as her nature demanded. She was unyielding and at the same time, constantly shifting. In response to such a vulnerable offering, he felt his own defenses drop. He did not understand what was happening, but it felt like an honorable response to such an act. From the depths of his soul came a wounded cry of wild hope. It shouted in defiance of the infections spreading across the plane and at the same time, cried out in pain at the still-healing scars of his own internal brush with Corruption¡¯s domination. He was laid bare before her, and she knew him for what he was. Then the swirling petals were gone as if they had never been there and Tilly had to tense his shoulders to resist looking around to see if he could spot her. Instead, he brushed off his shoulder as if trying to remove a piece of detritus, and shifted down the table nonchalantly, pretending to consider a leg of meat for himself. On the outside, he was proud to say he likely looked vaguely annoyed, but on the inside, his psyche was reeling from the intimacy of the contact. Then, at a level he could barely discern, the elder¡¯s fleeting voice fluttered past his ear, ¡°You may call me Riss, little cousin. Thank you for showing us what we face. The deeps will shatter and the children will rage when the time comes to throw off such shackles. We will stay free or destroy ourselves in the process. A silent few have been lost, but many still remember and will await the call.¡± Tilly tried and failed to keep surprise from playing across his face as the voice faded away, sure that those words held a meaning far more significant than he was able to parse at the moment. ¡°I have never understood why their kind is allowed to send an Avatar and I am not¡­¡± came a voice from the other side of the table. Tilly looked up to find something that looked like a Velociraptor with humanoid hands, and elaborate robes, holding a haunch of something bloody. The dino wizard took a savage bite out of the dripping joint of meat, its eyes twinkling. Maybe that was Tilly¡¯s imagination, but it seemed like the figure was already playing a game far deeper than Tilly had the ability to read. Or not¡­ he didn¡¯t have much practice reading dinosaur facial expressions. ¡°Avatars have never much interested me,¡± Tilly answered belatedly, attempting to cover his pause by straightening his jacket. ¡°Hmm, well, I tried to send an animated pile of shit to the auction once as a representative¡­ and the creatins here wouldn¡¯t let me through the door. They had no clue just how much spellwork was involved to properly imbue the thing, and it was all wasted on their selective humor. Not that I would call the Auctioneer¡¯s ravings anything close to humor, but I have found decent conversation amongst some of the others in their order, especially the artifact experts¡­ Fascinating bunch.¡± The talkative raptor monologued in between dripping bites of unnamed meat, actually, he did not stop at just the meat, happily crunching through cartilage and bone to accent his statements. The whole thing was so off-putting that it made it strangely easier for Tilly to lean into his persona, ¡°Wonderful¡­ now why are you bothering me?¡± ¡°Oh, just making small talk with the only person to have encountered a Dragon in a few centuries¡­ And, between you and me, the last fellow was much more likely to have fought a wyrm than anything of the true heritage¡­ But not you, definitely not you.¡± Then the creature took a deep sniff through his nose, ¡°Yes, far too much blood involved for me to think you kept it to just talking¡­eh?¡± At that, Tilly''s suspicion of a knowing twinkle was fully confirmed and he decided to lean into what this creature thought he knew, ¡°What I do in my role as an emissary is none of your business. But yes, as many have reasoned from recent announcements, the time of dragons has returned.¡± He snarled, biting off his explanation as if he had been reluctant to share. Everything he had just said was utter bull, but he hoped they sounded juicy enough that this guy and anyone who was listening in would have plenty to chew on. Hopefully, they would even spread rumors that could distract from the truth. The raptor ate it up, his eyes sparkling like a cat eyeing a fresh fish fillet. ¡°I am called Rulak, some refer to me as the First Magnus, but few know anything of substance about one of my favorite areas of interest; the Scorch. I will tell you now, if you ever want to stop by the university to speak of such matters, I am sure a rich reward could be arranged.¡± B3. Ch. 34 Threats As soon as Rulak mentioned the university, the pieces fell into place. The Magnus was here representing the University of Natural Sciences. Any of their founding faculty qualified as powers on the plane in their own right, and they always had a presence at this event. Just like the Auction House, the University had no physical location, at least not one that was accessible by regular means, and for the uninitiated, even the existence of a campus was something steeped in rumor. Mochizuki had mentioned them last night as one of the outlier powers, important, but unpredictable. They hardly ever got involved in conflicts as an institution, however, some of its faculty were known to participate in large-scale warfare, more often as an experiment than for the sake of any agreement or loyalty to a particular side. It was a Faction that was said to have released atrocities and miracles on the plane in equal measure. Now here he was, with a chance to build a bridge with one of the most elusive organizations on the plane. Tilly¡¯s eyes sharpened, and he allowed a predatory smirk to curl the sides of his lips as he pretended to recognize an upper hand in negotiation. He had something they wanted and he would be happy to trade it for future favors¡­ not that he would tell them that right off the bat. ¡°Knowledge of the Scorch is precious indeed, and I doubt those I represent would smile on my sharing of it lightly.¡± Rulak bobbed his head in response, the actions strangely bird-like, and then in a blink, he was standing beside Tilly holding out a coin. Tilly did his best not to flinch as the raptor''s recently bloodied maw was suddenly a foot from his nose, ¡°Of course! Of course! Here take this university token into your World Ring. It is recognized as quite a high-value currency by the Commerce Guild, and they will hold it for you without any risk of you giving us any information you do not desire to share. When you are ready to speak, simply draw out the coin, and I will answer. I promise I will make it more than worth your time.¡± he said enthusiastically, waving the coin in Tilly¡¯s face. Tilly slowly reached for the object, maintaining eye contact with the Magnus, or more accurately the Magnus¡¯ set of stained teeth which were far too close to the offered coin for comfort. As soon as his hand touched the coin, he felt a reactive warmth come from the ring, and he instinctively directed the feeling to the coin, which disappeared without a sound. ¡°Delightful!¡± the Magnus barked, the far edges of his jaw pulling back to reveal even more teeth in what TIlly hoped was a smile. Then, as if the sharp rapport of his exclamation had snapped his existence in half, he was suddenly not there. The space where he had been holding nothing by a wisp of purple smoke. Once again, Tilly found himself fighting to not flinch at the sudden disappearance he muttered under his breath, ¡°Is everyone here too powerful to just walk away? This is beginning to feel like a Batman convention.¡± Tilly shook the interaction from his mind and did his best to Lay on even more layers of conceit. It was then that he decided he had spent enough time acting as bait to see who he could attract. He turned decisively, pretending to ignore Mochizuki¡¯s submissive presence, and began to pick a route toward their stairs and more importantly, the security of their booth. He didn¡¯t know how long it had been since the break started, but after two encounters, he needed some air. The worry that he had already made some huge mistake was eating him up from the inside, slowly chewing through the brash confidence provided to him by the suit, and he was finding it harder and harder to maintain his Emissary persona. He was sure that Mochizuki had taken in plenty of information, and they would get another chance after this next round of bidding. Moving with sure confident steps, Tilly turned the corner of a particularly long table, slowly being consumed by a huge worm thing at its other end when he saw that their archway was completely blocked. A huddle of four or five larger figures stood in quiet conversation at the entryway to the stairs in a position that should have been completely coincidental. That didn¡¯t stop Tilly¡¯s heart from beating faster as he noted various signs of Corruption marking each of the very different powerful beings. Finding another way wasn¡¯t an option, he had no clue if any of the other archways even led to his booth. Plus his destination was obvious to anyone watching, and such a display of submission would be contrary to the rumors he had hoped to start¡­ So instead, he dived into the protections that Draconic Authority offered, oozing superiority, and bearing his teeth at those who would block his way. The closer he got to the group, the odder they revealed themselves to be. He only had a clean line of sight on the three of them facing him. One was a diseased-looking werewolf, to their left was a tentacle-infused jack-o-lantern, and towering over both of them was something that reminded Tilly of the swamp thing but with a lot more teeth. This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. They had positioned themselves to be all turned inward and Tilly could hear a faint murmuring coming from a smaller figure he could not see. A quick glance backward showed him a few more small huddles had formed, all carefully placed to block any route he might have taken to avoid this group. His mind raced¡­ This was clearly not their first rodeo, and while they hadn¡¯t shown any outright hostility, they had maneuvered him into an encounter on their terms, and somehow Tilly doubted it would be as friendly as the last two. His steps slowed to a halt as he neared the back of the maggot-ridden werewolf, and he surprised himself with how conceited and cool his voice sounded, ¡°How very clever¡­ Will I have to wait until the bell rings or will you make way for me now?¡± The werewolf did not turn, or even flinch at Tilly¡¯s attempt to prompt a response, so he tried again, ¡°Ahem. I am sure there is a fascinating reason that I am being blocked from returning to my booth. But I can¡¯t, for the life of me, figure out what it is. Would be so kind as to share it with me?¡± Tilly finished loudly with a smile, throwing subtlety to the wind as he rested his hands on the heads of his belted hatchets. At that, the group stirred and shifted and Mr. Mange turned in a silent snarl, revealing the figure at the group''s center. The man standing in their midst radiated a beauty so sharp that it cut through Tilly¡¯s senses, leaving an impression of hard angles and broken glass. He had long silvery hair, and a rapier so elegant it seemed to be spun of glass was belted to his side. On his face was a comic impression of surprise, made deeply ominous by the onyx black eyes that bore into Tilly under the expressive silvery brows. ¡°My apologies! Some of these cretins can be so rude at times!¡± He mocked coldly, eyes locked in on Tilly¡¯s in naked challenge. The figure released his aura along with his words and wave after wave of sociopathic disregard for life attempted to sweep Tilly away. The feeling of the soul before him was wild, braying with madness. Yet at the same time, shackled by the coldest logic Tilly had ever experienced. It felt like he had been dunked into an ice bath if ice could scream with laughter. Every muscle in his back tried to seize, but he forced down the reaction and turned the subtle tensing of his shoulders into a shrug, ¡°Just keep your pets on a leash and we will be fine, Mr¡­ Uh, what should I call you?¡± Something about Tilly¡¯s lack of reaction to the aural assault, followed by the ignorance of the figure¡¯s identity shattered the silver-haired man¡¯s composure, and suddenly, the ten-foot gap between them had disappeared. ¡°I am Oberon, King of the Fey, and soon to be ruler over much more.¡± He spat, his face now inches from Tilly¡¯s. This time, Tilly didn¡¯t flinch at all, not because he had suddenly developed perfect control of his faculties¡­ No, it has much more to do with the fact that the motion had been so fast that Tilly simply hadn¡¯t comprehended it in time to do anything but stare blankly back into the insane Fey¡¯s eyes. Tilly¡¯s Draconic Authority raged against the challenge, urging Tilly to smite the fool who taunted him, but the urge barely caught Tilly¡¯s attention. This close, he could see that the black of the king¡¯s eyes was not perfect, it shifted and squirmed, almost as if the orbs themselves had been filled near to bursting with microscopic worms. ¡°That''s¡­ nice,¡± Tilly answered lamely. Deep under the layers of his armor''s magnified aural defense, Tilly felt his courage begin to drain away in the face of whatever hid behind those eyes. It was unlike anything Tilly had ever seen, and just the hint of its presence pulled at the edges of Tilly¡¯s mind in a way that left him feeling fuzzy, and confused. He had fought Corruption many times at this point, but whatever had dug out this king and made it their home was one another level entirely. However, none of this was apparent to Oberon, who took Tilly¡¯s slow response and distant stare as boredom or even disdain. The fury twisting his face ratcheted up another level until something cracked and his features shattered into an insane smile. The Fey king stepped back, all the tension easing off his form in an instant. ¡°Yes, I suppose it is. I see you bear not one but two Dragon Glass weapons, a set if I am not mistaken¡­ I myself am very fond of the substance and can¡¯t help but wonder at their origins.¡± Oberon¡¯s transition from furious snarl to casual conversation was almost as off-putting as whatever had begun whispering to Tilly from behind his eyes, but Tilly¡¯s mind sharpened at the reference to his weapons. He had a job to do, no matter how creepy the audience was, he had an act to keep up. He needed to lean into their chosen deception while avoiding any outright lies, a game the fey probably excelled at. ¡°They, like this armor, are the result of generous patronage, something that many have felt the weight of this evening. I assure you that as mighty as my benefactor is, they are better served than fought¡­¡± Tilly breathed, letting the intensity of his internal turmoil color his words into something that sounded like fervor. The implications, intended or otherwise wound through the king''s twisted mind, and his already manic smile began to radiate an almost childish glee, ¡°So the overgrown lizards are finally coming out to play! Wonderful! This is just the news I was hoping for and I so feared these Contested Lands would be boring when I arrived.¡± He squealed, the pitch of his words going up and down several octaves and he excitedly declared his intent. Tilly almost got lost in the wild swinging pitch of his answer. There was something haunting in its nearness to Tilly¡¯s understanding of how music should sound, yet otherworldly in its unfamiliarity, like a song that he thought he should be able to recognize if he just listened to it a little longer. From behind his belt, Oberon pulled out a horn formed from twisted bone and shot through with the black veins of Corruption. He considered it fondly, shifting it from hand to hand with gentle caressing fingers, and began to speak again, his words twisting Tilly in strange knots. ¡°My name may have escaped you¡­ but surely you have heard of the wild hunt?¡± He muttered, seeming lost in his inspection of the item. Tilly''s blood ran cold as his instincts screamed at him to find a way out of this trap but his body seemed to suddenly be locked in place. The maggoty werewolf stood to his right, still as a statue except for the things worming in and out of its festering wounds. Mochizuki stood stock still just behind him, trapped as thoroughly as he was. Tilly could feel the tension radiating from her body. ¡°You will move¡­¡± Tilly growled, fear giving way to fury as a roaring rage built inside him in the face of whatever strange force was holding them in place. The bell sounded to announce that the rest of the bidding was about to begin, but Oberon didn¡¯t finch, and neither did any of his lackeys. ¡°No, I don¡¯t think I will.¡± He declared, looking up from the horn, smiling. Then his expression fell as his eyes locked on to something just over Tilly¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Naw mate, you¡¯ve got that all wrong.¡± declared an Australian-sounding drawl from over Tilly¡¯s shoulder. B3. Ch. 35 Marked Tilly¡¯s eyes stayed locked on Oberon as his smile turned downward into a pout. Like all of the other expressions Tilly had seen the fey king wear, this one seemed unnatural, forced in a way that made Tilly¡¯s skin crawl. ¡°Can¡¯t say I recognize you friend¡­¡± the king ground out through petulant lips at whoever had just arrived. ¡°You wouldn¡¯t, ya weirdo, so fuck right off.¡± The king¡¯s expression lightened at the remark as if he thought it was a double entendre and he turned back to Tilly, uncaring smile back on his face. A rumbling growl began emanating from the werewolf, and the eldritch-infused jack-o-lantern¡¯s eyes started to glow a deep green as they turned toward the newcomer. At the same time, servants began streaming into the room, removing tables and dishes all around them With a happy sigh, the insane king breathed out a small, rich chuckle, ¡°Well, I think this was absolutely delightful! Tell your masters I say ¡®hello¡¯, we will be meeting again shortly.¡± Tilly barely registered Oberon¡¯s words when an explosion of pain ripped through his chest. He looked down in confusion to see the tip of the horn buried deeply in his ribs and looked up to find a feral, almost orgasmic joy playing across the fey¡¯s face. Then like shattering glass, everything went to hell. The two goons dived at whoever was behind Tilly, each sprouting a knife in one of their eyes for their trouble. A furious whispered shout sounded all around the arena,- ¡°You can¡¯t be serious?!¡±- as animated cloth burst between Tilly and Oberon. Conflict began to play out on several fronts, but it was all lost on Tilly who had begun to feel the tip of the horn pumping a sickeningly familiar substance into his chest. It wriggled and clawed at his insides as soon as it gained entry to his body, attempting to flood it as fast as possible. It was a horrifying experience, one made even worse by the fact that he had felt it all before. But unlike last time, Tilly had a ludicrous Endurance stat and the Title, [Hostile Environment] tailored for situations just like this. The fire smoldering at Tilly¡¯s center burst into an inferno, sizzling through the pathways Corruption had carved in a vicious counterattack that burned all the way back to the horn itself. The disturbing item screamed in response to the flame as the battle continued to rage all around them. Then in a move that was still too fast for Tilly to track, the horn was ripped free. Tilly¡¯s line of sight was blocked by the whirlwind of cloth flying everywhere, but none of it matched the storm building inside Tilly himself. Rage boiled in his veins and both his flame and the Draconic Authority suffusing his aura demanded retribution. No conscious decision was needed as he began to channel Flame¡¯s Expulsion, while simultaneously pulling on his title, [All or Nothing] to blow as much of this room to pieces as possible. But before he could unleash his fiery reprisal, the cloth flowing around him cleared and he slammed the ability to a halt as the scene unfolded before him. Several Auction House workers were dead on the ground, while many more fought against the goon squad that had accompanied Oberon. Apparently the attack had merited a full-scale response from the whole Faction. The Auctioneer themselves was locked in a stalemate with Oberon, whose sword flickered in a thousand defensive parries, cutting the mana-infused cloth attacks to ribbons, as the robed man sent an endless storm of cloth at the assailant. But not even a thread seemed to be able to pierce the maelstrom of masterful swordwork. The Fey¡¯s off-hand still somehow held the horn, but Tilly was gratified to see its tip now blackened and smoking. ¡°You are banished from my halls, Oberon, and the Fey Court is henceforth barred!¡± The Auctioneer¡¯s whispering shout radiated through the room, as the walls began to glow and reality began to fold itself around each member of the attacking group. ¡°You have no power over me, you neutered fool.¡± Oberon¡¯s voice replied in a gleeful challenge. Then, while his sword arm was still a blur, he put the horn up to his lips and grimaced as he blew into the object releasing a sanity-fraying call of screams and cries of joy all wrapped up in wild abandon. BRWWWAAAAA AHAHAHahahahAHAHA. The whole room seemed to shake, and the reality folding technique attempting to engulf their party was stopped in its tracks, as the space behind the king and his group was ripped open. The Auctioneer redoubled his attacks and many more Auction House members around the room joined in the offensive, but the towering swamp thing burst into thousands of separate appendages, each rising into the air to meet and cancel the attacks as the rest of the attackers disengaged and moved toward the opening. Oberon smirked, the expression made somewhat more comical by the reddish burn mark that marred his statuesque mouth, ¡°I look forward to seeing any of those who are ready to die at the Contested Lands!¡± He shouted to the alcoves of the arena before turning toward Tilly,- ¡°And you! It seems that our future meeting will be even more interesting than I thought. I will see you on the open field¡± He finished with a snarl, before stepping back through the rent in the air, followed closely by any of the group that was near enough to dive through. Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings. Not all of them got away, many of the goons succumbed under the combined attack power of the Auction House before making it to the escape portal. Even the swamp thing, which was right next to the rent in space, seemed to have exhausted its ability to move with the defensive measure it had taken to cover its leader''s escape. Instead of moving toward the point in space that had rapidly shrunk, it lay there in a quivering mass, numerous mouths snapping weakly at the air as its entire form fought to maintain cohesion after enduring the onslaught. For his part, Tilly¡¯s chest was still leaking blood and smoking ichor. It slopped onto the ground in a sizzling puddle and revulsion mingled with a righteous disdain as he looked down on the invader. ¡®God I hate that stuff.¡¯ He sighed internally. The rent in space popped closed and the remaining enemy combatants were folded up into magic origami as Tilly quieted the fiery rage thrumming in his system. Part of him was disgusted with the fact that he hadn¡¯t gotten in a single blow on the enemy, the other, more logical side of his brain argued that such an outcome was ideal when viewed through the hosting Faction¡¯s traditions. With a deep breath, he wiped away a piece of rotting plant appendage that had landed on his jacket shoulder. In the middle of the act, he remembered Mochizuki and the attacks of the werewolf and scarecrow. He whipped his head around to find the lapin and saw her being helped to her feet by a very interesting-looking tanned male with distinctly elvish features. The elf looked to be wearing an odd combination of Western and Arabian gear, topped off with an Indiana Jones-style full-billed hat. Tilly almost rushed over to check on her, but he managed to stop himself as he remembered just how many eyes were on him from the glassed-in alcoves. Instead, he did his best to turn his urgent backward look into a cool scan of the room. His eyes finally landed back on the Auctioneer, whose many lengths of robe were slithering back to surround their hidden body in swaths of dark-colored fabric. ¡°Well, this is turning out to be even more eventful than I had planned¡­¡± The Auctioneer muttered in a whisper that was uncharacteristically quiet as they straightened their many-layered robes. The motions seemed more out of habit than to effect any sort of result and they did nothing for the cuts and burns that had all but ruined the vast majority of the outfit. However, their disheveled appearance didn''t stop the Auctioneer from taking a deep breath and then looking out at the walls of the arena to make another declaration in a haughty tone, ¡°If any of the rest of you plan to do mischief, please do so now and get it out of the way. If at all possible, I would like to finish the rest of this event without any more interruptions. I mean honestly¡­¡± They huffed in forced exasperation. The unaffected act was smooth, and if Tilly hadn¡¯t been standing right next to the Auctioneer, he would never have noticed the slight tremble that marked the ends of the figure¡¯s long sleeves. Whether that trembling was fear or anger, Tilly could not tell, but the recent events had obviously rattled the leader of the Faction. Realizing he had to make some similar show of strength for the combined representatives of every Faction of note on the plane, Tilly let out an explosive sigh, ¡°I suppose this is not normally how this event proceeds? I was under the impression that the guests here would be more¡­ Considerate.¡± He drawled dryly, as sizzling ichor continued to be expelled from his chest. He could almost feel the auxiliary muscles of his chest cavity flexing as they pushed the last of the substance out and he had to fight not to gag at the reminder of his recent battle with the parasite. Instead, he leaned into the superiority of his gifted Draconic Authority for all it was worth, making his inaction seem like unconcerned restraint in the face of something he did not consider a threat. The Auctioneer tilted his head in Tilly¡¯s direction, one actor acknowledging the work of another and answered loudly for all to hear, ¡°Yes, occasionally, I am sad to admit, the children do become unruly, but please dear patron, do not let this color your view of our noble institution. Here is some small token of our gratitude for your continued forbearance.¡± The Auctioneer announced dramatically, waving as a chest the size of Tilly¡¯s¡­ chest appeared before him. Tilly casually swiped his hand in the direction of the payment, and it disappeared without a sound which Tilly did his best to play off as a typical occurrence. He tried not to wince as the wound in his chest pulled painfully at the motion. Notable pain from anything but the most severe injuries had become fairly rare these days with his Endurance as high as it was. But Tilly didn¡¯t have time to dwell on it as the Auctioneer bowed slightly before the heavily clothed figure folded in on itself and reappeared on the central stage. ¡°Now Powers and Representatives, if you will for-¡± ¡°Here, mate. I¡¯ll walk you to your stair,¡± said a voice behind him. Tilly turned to find the tan elf in odd clothing standing next to Mochizuki, who confirmed his presence with a small nod. Tilly turned, barely showing any acknowledgment of their presence and outright ignoring the Auctioneer''s grandstanding as he moved toward the archway with a controlled gait, trying not to reach up and paw at the intense itching that now accompanied the closing of his wound. He didn¡¯t bother to look down at his chest, having felt the Draconic Emissary Suit self-repair over his chest once the last of the Corruption was forced from the wound. Tilly idly wondered just how many of his companions that asshole had given a similar treatment over the last few months. He maintained his act until they were fully within the cover of the archway before slouching and rubbing at his chest, ¡°Thanks for your help¡­¡± He said, turning toward the Indiana Jones elf. ¡°No worries Mate. Name¡¯s Fabian, I¡¯m sure the sheila will catch you up in a bit. I have to get back to my booth, Catch ya¡¯ later.¡± He said, winking at Mochizuki before turning on his heels and jogging back the way he came, easily dancing between the last of the workers taking away the tables as if they had not just been fighting for their lives a few minutes before. ¡°You alright?¡± Tilly said, turning to Mochizuki, who was smoothing out her servant''s garb. ¡°Yes, Jonathan Tillman. I am fine, and I think¡­ perhaps, despite the unexpected nature of that encounter, we have come out ahead¡­ ¡° she trailed off, looking after the retreating figure of the elf a few moments more, before turning abruptly and beginning to head up the stairs, ¡°Come on. We can¡¯t miss whatever they have up for bidding after the Cartographer¡¯s Guild map.¡± Tilly smiled to himself as he thought he spotted a slight coloration in the lapin¡¯s cheeks. He hurried after her, scratching at his scabbed-over wound under the suit. They made it through the door to their booth just as the Auctioneer was stowing away the recently sold map. Tilly missed the final amount but did note almost a dozen flags drifting to the floor in defeat. ¡°I¡¯m sure many of you are noting the increased tension on the plane. Such that beings are now risking much more than is prudent for some small chance at power¡± The Auctioneer mocked tonelessly, ¡°So perhaps it would be in many of your best interest to invest in one of our next round of items, which will all share a distinct¡­ military flavor.¡± They said as a pedestal rose up from the stage, bearing a diadem on it that sparkled brightly with precious gems. ¡°Here we have another Celestial-ranked item, the Sovereign''s Crown. If you have this item equipped when you claim another Faction¡¯s Sovereign Crystal-¡± Tilly tried to listen¡­ he did. But the itching on his chest was getting worse. So, he pulled up his notification log to see how much money he had received as compensation for the attack: Commerce Guild System Sanctioned Notification - You have successfully deposited the equivalent of one point five million gold. Tilly almost cussed out loud as he saw the amount the Auctioneer had so casually waved his way, and then did a double take as he saw the notification above it. ¡°What the F-¡± B3. Ch. 36 Parting Gift Warning, You have been marked by a Fey Noble for the WILD HUNT. Until you or the one who marked you is dead, the hunt will unerringly move toward your location. They receive multiple bonuses to movement speed and Endurance while the Hunt is active, and can not stop until their quarry is found. Beware, the Hunt follows the Wyrd Ways and will not be kept out of any area for long. You are now a participant in the Hunt. It is for you to decide if you will be the predator or the prey. ¡°Mr. Tillman, what is it?¡± Tilly ignored Mochizuki¡¯s question as he slowly pulled open his shirt to reveal the almost-healed wound. Instead of a puckered puncture point marked by a small scar, Tilly found his own skin formed into the image of a laughing horned skull in red and white scar tissue. He frowned down at the mark, looking up at Mochizuki after a long minute of consideration. ¡°I think that asshole is trying to use me as a shortcut to the Contested Lands¡­ He thinks that is where I am returning after this, and he wants to get there faster than anyone else. Obviously that is not going to work for him, but if I don¡¯t move immediately after I get back to Alliance, I¡¯ll lead them straight to us.¡± ¡°Is it not good if we know they are coming? We could set up defenses.¡± ¡°No, no matter what, I¡¯m going. Even if just to make sure our new guest doesn¡¯t change his mind about moving on after he wakes up. This is just another variable to consid-¡± ¡°Next up!¡± The Auctioneer interrupted, ¡°We have Tepegoz¡¯s Eye.¡± Out of thin air appeared a blue and white stone hung upon a simple string. - ¡°This extraordinary item acts as a focus for all mental and wisdom-debuffing magics. If the wearer is targeted by such an attack, even if it is a battle-wide area of effect, the Eye will redirect that magic unto itself and nullify its effects.¡± They announced dramatically, dangling the deceptively simple-looking object in front of the arena¡¯s alcoves. ¡°Such a thing could nullify a wide variety of enemy trump cards, and to top it off, this item is guaranteed to protect against any level Abilities, short of divine intervention. Bidding will start at one hundred thousand gold.¡± Even through the fog of the recent turn of events, Tilly recognized a key opportunity to cover what was probably one of his biggest weaknesses. His hand shot to the control crystal, as Mochizuki nodded in approval and began sending an update to the council. He couldn¡¯t even begin to imagine what she was going to write to sum up the events over a few lines of text, but he didn¡¯t let that distract him as his flag joined thirty others at the starting bid. ¡°Wonderful! And to think a few malcontents wanted to ruin all of this fun! Let''s just cut the stragglers, and move straight to one hundred and fifty thousand gold.¡± Tilly didn¡¯t care how much it cost, the Auctioneer had just bankrolled him straight into highroller status, and he would need every advantage he could get his hands on for the coming fight with the fey. His Endurance made it so he could take a few solid hits from almost anyone and his status as Origin¡¯s Champion helped him punch well above his weight class when it came to fighting Corrupted. Time and time again the true glaring weakness of his build had been in his metaphysical defenses. It seemed like every Dick and Jane that came along with some sort of mental attack could ruin his day, and he had no doubt that one thing the Fey would have in spades was access to all kinds of mental and emotional trickery. Oberon had bought Tilly¡¯s act and thought he was getting a free ride into the Contested Lands, but all he had done was make sure that they would arrive at the same time, and now¡­ Tilly had time to prepare, and a stupid amount of money to make sure he showed up with as much magical firepower as possible. He blew through the other bidders, easily the most hungry of those who were fighting for the item, and scored it for two hundred and twelve thousand gold. That amount would have seemed out of this world just an hour ago. But not now. Now Tilly was Bruce Wayne rich and had a score to settle. ¡­ An hour later, they had made it through two more collections of items, and one more break session that Tilly and Mochizuki both decided to skip. Neither of them felt up to another face-off if anyone else wanted to try their luck with the ¡°Dragon Emissary¡±. Instead, Tilly watched as Stephen Brightborn and Reginald moved through a string of what looked like discouraging conversations with multiple powers around the room, each one leaving with stony expressions or shaking heads. One Faction representative even ran away from the pair instead of being cornered for a discussion. Whatever their goals had been, Tilly doubted it was going well for either of them. The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. The Fallen Prince hadn¡¯t made an appearance at the final break feast either, in fact, many of the obviously Corrupted attendees had skipped out on the final feast. Just as the bell rang to end the last break, Tilly was surprised to spot Guinevere the queen of the Sanguine Order gliding through the crowd to catch Stephen¡¯s attention right before he turned to leave. She was accompanied by an older man with an impressive beard. He was following in the sorceress¡¯ wake, but something about the way she held her shoulders seemed to hint at how important she thought he was. Plus everything he was wearing screamed ¡°Wizard¡±, so Tilly was going to go out on a limb and guess that Myrllen had returned to the Faction. ¡®Why not? Seems like everything else important is happening right now. Let''s throw another variable in and see what happens¡¯ Tilly monologued internally as the room cleared. He watched, more than a little curious, as the pair held a quick conversation with the Church leader. After the short exchange, Guinevere extended her hand graciously, and the Champion of the Lady Light mimed taking it and bowing, while completely avoiding any actual contact. After what Tilly assumed was considered a respectful gesture, the delegation from the church turned and left. It was good to see some of their allies meeting and speaking on friendly terms, and Tilly wondered why he had not spotted the leaders of the Sanguine Order earlier. They left to find their own stairway amidst the bustle of clearing workers and as the queen moved through the arch, Myrllen stopped to turn and cooly scan the arena. It may have been Tilly¡¯s imagination, but it felt like those eyes hesitated as they found the window to Tilly¡¯s booth. Then the moment was gone, and so was the legendary figure. Tilly couldn¡¯t, however, shake the feeling that the wizard had actually met his eyes for a fraction of a second. Before Tilly could mull over the unsettling feeling of being caught staring, the Auctioneer began to announce the final round of items. One dramatic bidding war after another, they moved through some of the rarest artifacts and resources that Nephesh had to offer. When it was all said and done, the Alliance and Tilly combined had spent a truly staggering amount of gold. Mochizuki requested that he snap up several Faction-boosting items whose total almost surpassed the Alliance''s budget. Tilly wasn¡¯t sure how exactly they would use all of what they had bought, but from everything he had seen so far from their scrappy leadership, he was sure it was gold well spent. For his part, Tilly decided to go with the theme of his earlier meetings and go full Batman. He had an enemy to face that was superior in almost every way and he was going to do it with nothing more than whatever clever plan he came up with and a grudge¡­ plus 1.5 million gold. Tilly had no clue what a Corrupted Wild Hunt would entail, but he was fairly sure that he didn¡¯t stand a remote chance of surviving if he kept the fight fair. They obviously had a plan to take on the current inhabitants of the Contested Lands, and it started with finding a way to get there before anyone else by marking Tilly. That wasn¡¯t going to work out for them since he wasn¡¯t any closer than they were, but it also meant that he had to get moving almost immediately after he returned to the Alliance. So he bought everything he could afford that piqued his interest as half-formed plans and contingencies buzzed around his mind, droning with the steady, low note of righteous anger. Some of the things he had purchased sounded incredible, he just had to find the perfect way to use them. Not to mention he had to get his build synergy back online before the majority of his nascent plans would even be possible. He had hoped that rolling up to the Contested Lands with a dragon more or less on his side would be a huge factor in his favor. But Oberon didn¡¯t seem too concerned at the prospect of taking on the whole Draconic contingent, let alone a single dragon. So it was up to Tilly to prepare for his enemy using everything he knew about fire science and Jerry-rigging some of his own brand of magic bullshit to prepare some day-ruining surprises for the insane fey king. ¡°The Auction House offers its most sincere gratitude for your participation in what has been a record-setting event in more ways than one!¡± the Auctioneer announced cheerfully, pulling Tilly¡¯s attention back to the stage as the robed figure bowed to the unseen audience, ¡°Your liaison will be with you shortly to escort you back to your respective lands, and for those of you who made purchases this evening, your items will be waiting for you at your local chapter house. Thank you and good evening,¡± they said grandly, once more bowing deeply before continuing the motion until they actually folded in on themselves, disappearing entirely. Mochizuki was scribbling back and forth with Shuji furiously, but after another minute, she looked up with a mischievous smile, ¡°Well, you only started a fight with one of the oldest powers on the plane, so, all things considered, I would say we did very well.¡± ¡°Of course, you¡¯d say that, Moch! You got your butt saved by a handsome elf¡­ or should I call you sheila?¡± Tilly rejoined, his matching smile breaking the lingering tension left by the event. At his words, Mochizuki suddenly looked away, totally failing to hide a small blush. The whole event had been so tense that even the slightest teasing had Tilly feeling giddy, and he was about to ask for more details when a soft knock at the door interrupted them. ¡°Ah, yes, that must be Talia, here to guide us home,¡± Mochizuki said quickly. She got up to get the door, when it opened up on its own, allowing the last figure they expected to walk in, entering their booth in a flurry of angrily rustling cloth. ¡°How dare they! Do those upstarts think they are beyond my reach?¡± They whispered angrily, seeming to look past the room¡¯s occupants to the stage beyond. ¡°Yes?¡¯ Tilly answered, having no clue if it was a rhetorical question or not. The Auctioneer looked over at their chairs and paused as if surprised to see them there, ¡°-I am sure I am far short of the full context, but to my knowledge, you are at the leading edge of the opposition to these so-called Corrupted?¡± Tilly fought not to look over at Mochizuki, wanting to present as strong a front as possible. As far as he knew, while he didn¡¯t have to tell them anything new, the Auction House was probably already privy to more secrets the Alliance held close to its chest than most. ¡°That would be fair to say.¡± Tilly hedged. The Auctioneer nodded to themselves, ¡°Good, so you will likely be at the center of whatever mess the System is brewing¡­ I must inform you that the Auction House will remain neutral in this and all other conflicts on the plane as a part of our charter¡­¡± ¡°However, we are very interested in setting up a chapter house in these ¡°Contested Lands¡±. As a promising member of one of the Factions likely to be present in those lands, I wish to offer you this,¡± they said, turning over the sleeve of their robe to reveal a seed-sized shape that was constantly growing and folding back in on itself in a nauseating violation of what the laws of nature. ¡°This is a chapter house seed, if you plant it in the ground of land the system recognizes as yours, it will grow an entrance to this domain in a matter of hours.¡± B3. Ch. 37 Contingencies Tilly looked down at the seed trying to work through the possibilities it represented, thinking through the hint the Auctioneer had just given him. Many of the older denizens of the plane seemed to have an idea of what the Contested Lands were, but details of how the conflict would play out were scarce. Now that he knew there would be a way to ¡°claim land¡± he needed to get as much information out of the unpredictable Faction Leader as possible. ¡°Why should I agree to setting up a neutral trading house on land I will probably be bleeding to take? It is just as likely to benefit my enemies as myself.¡± Tilly fished. ¡°Yes, yes. We can all see how tenuous your chances are.¡± The Auctioneer answered, seeming to mull over Tilly¡¯s answer for a moment before continuing, ¡°The best I can do is provide free one-time transport from your Factions chapter house to the newly created location for as many of your allies as you can convince to come to your banners call.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know¡­¡± Tilly hedged, remembering the line about claiming treasure from the world announcement, ¡°I think there is some significant money to be made by whoever gets to sell whatever loot is discovered in long untouched lands. A single instance of fast travel does not seem like much in the light of such profits, and likely a monopoly for some time.¡± ¡°Tch, Infant!¡± The Auctioneer spat, gesturing violently with the sleeve that still held out the offered Chapter House seed, ¡°The system prevents almost all kinds of teleport in and out of these Contested Lands, they are the fulcrum by which new Epochs are made. What I offer you has unparalleled worth, now take it, or I will go and offer it to the other side!¡± Tilly looked into the dark hooded visage, visualizing the figure''s eyes as he did his best to ooze dissatisfaction at the deal. Tilly knew that his Faction was the riskier choice to back, yet the fact that the Auction House had still approached them was significant. He knew an opportunity when he saw one, and stubbornly leaned into the silence a little longer- ¡°Was the gold not enough? It is four times what I should have paid you. I must remain neutral, anything more and the weave undergirding our charter would break!¡± The Auctioneer whined. Tilly watched the powerful figure carefully. Just an hour ago, a group representing the possible new rulers of the plane had casually violated the Auction House edicts at the very center of their power. Something like that was meant to send a message. One that Tilly was just beginning to understand from the robed figure¡¯s point of view¡­ They were afraid. ¡°You know I go to face the group that just spat upon your honor. There must be something, anything more you can tell me to even the odds without violating your neutrality.¡± Tilly pushed a little harder, lifting his hand to hover over the seed just shy of taking it up. The Faction leader looked around, struggling to think of something else to add to the deal. Then their gaze fell on Tilly¡¯s hand, and the world ring- ¡°Ah, perhaps there is one more piece of information that would help your cause, but neither of you will share its source with anyone¡­ do we have an understanding?¡± Both Tilly and Mochizuki nodded. ¡°Very well, I am not sure how you convinced them to give you one of those, but it is far more powerful than most realize. The bank prefers you keep your wealth in gold or platinum, it is by far the most common bullion on the plane. You can loot with it, but all the items stored in this way will be automatically converted to gold at guild rates, and they make a tidy sum doing it.¡± ¡°But that is beside the point, the true power of this item lies in your ability to convert the wealth within into any form of currency currently recognized by the Guild. Some of these idiots may soon realize that you plan to register Dragon Glass ingots as currency and will drive up the price as they attempt to convert all you offer to the bank. However, very few of them have the means to discover the full list of currency registered with the Guild. One would have to have millennia of plane-wide economic experience to gain-¡± Tilly fought valiantly not to roll his eyes as the Auctioneer continued to play up the value of their information.- ¡°such rare information.¡± ¡°I share this strictly to secure our business arrangement and for no other reason. There is a remote Faction called the Ascendant Pulgasari Tribe. A few hundred years ago, they began an immensely profitable exportation of some very rare herbs that grew high up in their domain and were guarded by their semi-divine patron. The Commerce Guild caught wind of the amounts of money these tribesmen were making after I sold more than a few of the incredible specimens at a premium. They met with the Tribe to try and negotiate money-changing rights, and were successful, with one caveat. The guild had to recognize the Tribe¡¯s traditional currency and back it against gold. The Guild reluctantly accepted, agreeing to guarantee a certain amount for the next five hundred years. The Tribe was destroyed fifty years later, and the guild still stocks one hundred thousand golds worth of this currency-¡± Maybe it was the almost-not-stop exposition from the last twenty-four hours or the overwhelming variety of magical creatures that had surrounded and in some cases tried to kill him over the course of the auction¡­ But Tilly was burned out, not at all following how this sort of information could be useful. His eyes must have given away some level of this incomprehension because the Auctioneer¡¯s smug lecturing voice dropped off and they sighed, Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. ¡°Gods save me from the edge cases of this world¡­ I will make this easy for you. Guild exchange any currency. Currency of old tribe; iron filings. Fey no like iron. Understand?¡± They concluded in a mocking tone. For some reason, the tone and simple information summary reminded him of the many dress-downs he had received from senior guys in his years at the fire department, and he couldn¡¯t help but smile. If he had a nickel for every time one of the guys explained something to him in a baby voice, he would have retired¡­ or, rather, died, a wealthier man. The smile must have communicated something else entirely to the robed figure, who tilted their head in confusion, taken aback by the relaxation their mockery caused. ¡°Yeah, I get it. I have access to practically endless amounts of instantaneous iron, and if I use it properly, the fey are going to have a very bad day.¡± Tilly said, snatching the seed, which felt completely stable in his hand even as he watched it sickeningly twist in on itself over and over. He quickly stuffed it into his breast pocket, ¡°Well, better get going if I am going to spit in that guy''s face for you.¡± The Auctioneer scoffed, but if Tilly wasn¡¯t mistaken, the muffled sound from under the layers of cloth could have easily been a snicker before it was bitten off. ¡°Very well, get out of my sight, and do not fail to plant that seed. I can just as easily make the same offer to the other side.¡± They said, waving their sleeved hand in an activation of one of their abilities. The space all around Tilly began to fold in on itself and instead of looking directly at the mind-bending magic, Tilly closed his eyes and pretended to yawn, ¡°Yeah- Awwwhh- Good luck with that.¡± He said as he disappeared. ¡­ Auctioneer, Level 164 Laundress Talia glided into the room, as the spatial magics faded, and watched the spot the strange pair had just inhabited with interest, ¡°Your eminence, is it wise to back such unlikely victors? Surely these Corrupted will catch wind of our support one way or another.¡± ¡°They chose to cross me in my own domain, not once¡­ but twice, making a fool of me in front of the others. I will not let them get away with a simple exile. I doubt the human will live long enough to do anything of significance, but I have given him everything he needs to be exceedingly annoying in the near future, and I can do the same with any of their other opponents if they continue to try my patience. This rising alliance seems to have cozied up with the Commerce Guild. Perhaps they think they can finally cut me out of plane-wide trade¡­ We will see how they feel after a few more nudges on my end to level the playing field in the Contested Lands.¡± Talia paused, glancing over at her superior with a thinly veiled posture of disbelief, ¡°I wouldn¡¯t call One point five million gold a ¡®nudge¡¯. Surely the Guild will inform them of the deposit.¡± This elicited a laugh from the Auctioneer, ¡°Oh, I am counting on it! Why do you think I told the boy about the trick with the world ring? Let''s see how well the new bedfellows get along once he starts burning through a significant Faction in their ranks with iron provided by a World Ring. I am discrediting a competitor and exacting retribution in the same stroke, all without violating our charter.¡± Then their voice took on a more somber tone. ¡°For anyone with eyes, it is clear to see that the balance of Light and Dark is finished. If I am not mistaken, at this point the Church has completely emptied its coffers and is running on lines of credit with the Commerce Guild, something I am sure Clarence is tickled about. We must position ourselves in a place of power if we want to carve out any space of worth in the coming Epoch. We have weathered such things before and we will do so again.¡± Talia bowed respectfully and gracefully exited the room, returning to the task assigned to her personally. For their part the Auctioneer continued to stand in the booth, looking out over the arena long after the lower members of the House finished their menial chores and returned to other areas of their domain. As they stood there, their clothing slowly repaired itself, moving far slower than normal as it struggled against the magic of wild destruction that Oberon now embodied so recklessly. They had failed to protect 6 members of their own Faction in the very center of their power¡­ The insult once again racked the Auctioneer with fury, and they struggled to control the trembling that reverberated through their small body under the many layers of cloth. ¡°Power indeed¡­¡± They muttered to themselves clasping one hand in another to still their trembling. ¡­ Tilly Level 37 Son of Flame He stumbled as space regurgitated him out into the courtyard of the Auction House Chapter that grew up in one of the Alliance¡¯s central squares. The sun was setting and he quickly triggered his armor change, returning to his primitive leathers. The boost to Endurance and Dexterity was more noticeable than ever and he felt his entire physical form solidify as the superiority complex that he had worn like armor faded away, leaving him feeling weak in the knees as the events that had just transpired settled more fully into his awareness. Mochizuki, unsurprisingly, took the transfer much more gracefully and reached over to a branch to pluck an oversized robe that seemed to have been hung there just for her. She draped it over her outfit and looked over at him. Her expression had returned to the flat professionalism that he was used to, but he noted the stiffness in her posture as if she was standing straight more by force of will than any sort of confidence. Today hadn¡¯t been easy for anyone. ¡°You two have surpassed expectations at every turn¡­ I am always pleased to see a recommendation of mine benefit so much from our institution!¡± Talia¡¯s voice rolled smoothly across the courtyard as she emerged from a doorway accompanied by two other robed individuals, each pushing a cart laden with their goods. ¡°Here are your winnings, feel free to visit us any time if you want to make more mundane purchases or sales, you will be of course informed when the next plane-wide event is to take place¡­¡± The unspoken ¡®if you are still alive¡¯ hung for a moment in the air between them until Mochizuki filled the gap with a warm-sounding response. ¡°We look forward to it, Talia. May I say, you are a credit to your Faction and I hope the unpleasantness experienced by our party and others is not a sign of future disrespect against your institution.¡± Mochizuki replied, moving toward the cart on the left to inspect its goods. Her response had been perfectly measured in its effect, and the Auction House representative stiffened momentarily before covering the motion with a bow, ¡°Rest assured. No such dishonor will stand for long.¡± Tilly looked briefly between the two, wondering if he was supposed to say something, and then just shrugged, before moving toward his pile of goodies. He was done playing politics. It was time to return to something he was far more familiar with; Fire. B3. Ch. 38 Plan F Tilly snatched up the Eye and looped it around his neck before tucking it below his armor. As the amulet made contact with his skin, he felt a brief flash of magic echo through the Mana Pathways in his neck for a moment. Then the sensation was gone and Tilly looked over at Mochizuki a question that should have come up much earlier in his time on Nephesh occurring to him. The lapin was motioning some guards through the door to come and gather up the Alliances¡¯ items off the pallet, ¡°Hey Mochizuki¡­ I don¡¯t have much experience with enchanted items. Is there a limit to how many I can wear and where you can wear them?¡± Talia stepped forward before Mochizuki could answer, ¡°Allow me,¡± she said turning toward the lapin briefly before addressing Tilly, her voice taking on a tone that would have been at home in a lecture hall, ¡°There is a limit, however, the boundaries of such things are more nuanced than stationary. Most items with repeatable uses create a bond with the Mana Pathways in their area of contact and are designed to function along with almost any kind of mana signature that would flow through those pathways. Notable exceptions to this are some of the more destructive kinds of mana, like chaos. However, Mr Tillman, I believe your flames are well within tolerance for most items¡­ Although I would hazard a guess that any Corrupted item you tried to use at this point would not react well with your build.¡± ¡°This issue becomes even more complicated when multiple enchanted items share the same space in a user¡¯s Mana Network, especially in the case of simultaneous activation. Such combinations can have dangerous and unpredictable effects with very rare instances of synergy. There is of course much more to say on the topic, but in summary, be very cautious when attempting to use multiple magical items on the same part of your body simultaneously.¡± During her explanation, the contingent of guards, who seemed to have already been waiting outside the Auction Chapter House came in and loaded the Alliances¡¯ items into nondescript containers under Mochizuki¡¯s careful supervision. She did however spare a glance in Tilly¡¯s direction to nod in confirmation of Talia¡¯s explanation and Tilly glanced back down at what he had purchased, cross-checking any possibilities of interaction.¡± ¡®Hope you don''t mind buddy¡¯ sent down to his primitive leather armor as he picked up the intricate woven belt with five clips and attached it under the long flap of his jacket. Then he attached the second and third items he had purchased to the belt before finally picking up the fourth item gently, careful not to shake its volatile contents. ¡°Thank you for your help Talia, tell your boss that they won''t regret the investment. I definitely plan to kick some fey ass.¡± Tilly quipped, masking his near exhaustion with some classic light humor. The Assessor offered a light bow of farewell in response. Tilly would have liked to think she was holding back a chuckle, but it was hard to tell under all the layers of clothing. Whatever the case, he took it as her farewell and moved out along with the contingent of guards and Mochizuki into the crowded square. Mochizuki eyed Tilly¡¯s very visible fourth item and raised an eyebrow at him, ¡°Perhaps it would be prudent to cover that up? Now that we have sold the glass through the auction it is only a matter of time before our enemies locate us and the shadow war begins, if the Commerce Guild hasn¡¯t already revealed us. It would be prudent to hold onto every secret we can.¡± ¡°Yeah, good point,¡° Tilly winced and looked around for something to use. One of the nearby guards produced a simple linen sack, which Tilly slid the enchanted glass container into. Their group forged through the crowded square, many of the people making way for their procession as they headed straight for the manor and the inevitable council debrief, they probably had a thousand questions about what just transpired, and with his tight timeframe¡­ ¡°Actually can I have one of you take this and find Cog? Once he sees it, he¡¯ll know what to do, but tell him that whatever he makes, needs to be done by tomorrow morning.¡± The guard that handed him the sack took a quick look around and found his compatriots all conveniently looking elsewhere, ¡°Ugh, I¡¯ll take it, sir. We are talking about the kid that keeps blowing things up, right?¡± ¡°That''s the one!¡± Tilly said enthusiastically, shooting a finger gun at the satyr after passing along the enchanted glass container sloshing with a volatile liquid. The guard frowned worriedly as he peeled out of formation and headed toward the parade grounds taking careful steps while the rest of the group continued to the oldest part of the city. Soon enough they found themselves passing through the manor doors, now manned by Bastions instead of Flame¡¯s Watch guards. ¡°By my calculations, we can maintain this pace of growth¡­ but barely. I still do not understand. Why the rush, are we not past the need for such emphasis on military logistics?¡± A voice Tilly did not recognize sounded through the courtyard as the manor doors opened. ¡°Your point is noted Livius, our representatives to the Auction House have returned, but we will pick back up on your thought after we debrief.¡± Linus¡¯ voice replied with a long-suffering sigh. This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. The guard troop that had been accompanying them laid down their packages before the council saluted, and turned to join the others at the doors, leaving Mochizuki and Tilly. The lapin moved to a nearby tea tray without pause, falling into her role as an unassuming servant like it was a suit of armor. Tilly had never seen the council in session and was interested to note that it was made up of Franklin¡¯s aunt, the other honu elder, Hiro, Ichiro, Linus, Shuji, and the two delegates from the refugee camps. Each of whose attention focused on Tilly as Mochizuki abandoned him to get everyone tea. ¡°Well, how did I do?¡± He asked, trying for a light tone, but unable to keep the slight genuine question from creeping into his voice. Without the Draconic Aura coloring his thoughts, he was feeling like an empty balloon in the confidence department. ¡°Incredibly!¡± Shuji boomed before anyone else had time to answer the question, ¡°You have identified our chief opponent in the coming initial engagement, or rather he identified you. Haha! We have made inroads with several important Factions, and invested our newly gained wealth into several avenues that will hopefully keep us from being destroyed in the near future!¡± Ichiro smiled, nodding along with the summary, but most of the rest of the council was flat-faced or outright frowning as they considered their own feeling about the day''s events. Mochizuki eased some of the tension by walking around with a loaded tea tray and offering a fresh cup to each of the members. ¡°Oh thank you, my dear,¡± Shuji said, smacking his lips appreciatively at his first sip and patting the Codex she handed to him along with the tea. ¡°Excuse me for interrupting, but I still have some serious questions about how we are choosing to spend our now considerable assets. I understand the threat that we face is important, but many in the camps have yet to gain access to a second set of clothes, let alone any of the other necessities that should come with civilized life. We are spending almost 7000% more on military resources than we are on our civilians. Surely this should be slightly more balanced.¡± A wizened satyr broke in, reading from several scattered sheaves of paper. One of the honu elders waved her hand in agreement with the sentiment, ¡°We understand¡­ the short-term necessities¡­ of our position¡­ Lord Hiro, but our contribution point system¡­ is woefully bent toward¡­ military production. This is stagnating¡­ our future growth as a Faction.¡± Hiro quietly considered the two arguments, which were clearly not new concepts from his fellow councilors. He thoughtfully took a slow sip of his tea and gestured for Tilly to take one of the two open seats, ¡°Your concerns are worthwhile, and I am hearing them, but if I may, I would like to ask Mr. Tillman a question,¡± He said, addressing them before turning to face Tilly, ¡°Considering our Patron, and now, the direct animosity that ties both you and our sleeping guest to the Contested Lands¡­ what do you think our chances are at surviving the next few months, let alone years if Corruption continues to expand at its current rate?¡± He asked his gravelly voice grave with the weight of his question. Tilly didn¡¯t answer right away, taking time to consider the looks of all of those around the table who had been elected to lead their new Faction. He didn¡¯t sense any outright hostility or reluctance, just genuine concern for the welfare of their people. None of them were trying to line their pockets or gain greater positions of authority. These were survivors who just wanted to build something better than the previous system of government that had failed them so utterly. After a long pause searching for some way to qualify his words, Tilly sighed, giving in to the unavoidable reality of their current position, ¡°Well, if what we saw at the auction is a true sampling of the Factions from around the plane, then we are almost out of time. I know what happened with Oberon means I have to get out of our Faction holdings as soon as possible, or else bring the wild hunt down on our doorstep. But whether I succeed in Origin¡¯s quest or fail, it will not change the fact that the system itself has recognized a change in the fundamental power structure of the plane. Corruption¡¯s forces are making their play, and if what I saw today was any indication, those who would oppose them are fractured at best and indifferent at worst. If we don''t step forward with everything we have, I doubt there will be much of a resistance at all.¡± The satyr woman in a baker''s apron frowned tiredly, ¡°Why us? Are there truly no others?¡± ¡°On that note, there is one final event I must report that occurred just before we left,¡± Mochizuki interrupted, adding their encounter with the Auctioneer to the report she had shared with Shuji through shorthand throughout the event. Ichiro¡¯s pale eyes lit up as the story progressed and by the time Tilly produced the seed to show the council, his gaze grew erratic as he traced the invisible passage of fate to and from the object. ¡°I cannot answer the why, Octavia¡­ but it is clear to me that we are far from alone in our task. Great Powers from afar find themselves bound up in the emerging pattern, and I have hope that as long as we stand, others will stand with us. There is a brighter future available to those of us willing to fight.¡± He said, awe coloring his tone as he beheld something only he could see. His robes began to glow along with his eyes as he spoke, and a strange ringing filled the air at the conclusion of his final sentence. It was a bright sound, something that felt real and dreamlike at the same time, causing Tilly to marvel and doubt in equal measure. Then just fast enough to make him wonder if he had seen or heard anything at all, it was gone, but its mark remained on the room, in the slowly rising expressions of each of the council members. Dismay and resignation gave way to glimmers of hope, and the light of courage touched on the horizon of the council''s dark hour. Tilly bore his teeth in a fierce smile at the reminder of what they were fighting for and he couldn¡¯t help but add, ¡°I can¡¯t say I fully understood everything that happened myself with some of the people I met today, but judging from my interaction with the Ancient Grove Faction and the Auctioneer, I think there is a lot more going on then we can see from our point of view. You guys will lead the Alliance however you see fit, but I know what I have to do. I am going to lead that piece of shit exactly where he wants to go, but it won¡¯t be anything like he thinks it will. We have already fought, bled, and in some cases died to protect what we have here, even if it is just a beginning. Our next step demands nothing less.¡± His words, and perhaps more importantly, the conviction with which he said them, elicited a positive response from almost everyone at the table. Looking around and noting a quorum over their future role in this conflict, Shuji capitalized on the momentum, ¡°Perhaps now would be a good time to share the details of our secret military pact with the Church. Their forces are being pushed back across many Factions as Corruption¡¯s influence grows, but we have been intervening through covert usage of their inter-temple teleportation net-¡± ¡°What have you done!?¡± A voice shouted as the manor doors slammed open and unkempt Erash marched into the courtyard-turned council chamber. Her normally immaculate appearance was disheveled and dark circles marked her eyes. B3. Ch. 39 Family Trouble ¡°High Priestess! You were invited to the meeting hours-¡± ¡°You!¡± She shouted ignoring Shuji¡¯s overture and zeroing in on Tilly, her nostrils flaring. Not liking where this was going, he rolled to his feet, meeting her eyes in challenge as she marched up to him, pulling short inches from his face. ¡°Erash¡­¡± Tilly frowned. ¡°How did he get to you? You reek of his magic, even now, it is incessantly buzzing in my mind!¡± ¡°Ma¡¯am, you would have been briefed on-¡± ¡°Silence! I need to hear it from him¡­ Although I almost fear the answer enough to wallow in my own ignorance.¡± Tilly didn¡¯t answer her right away, instead choosing to stand there and process everything that was happening before him. The hidden thread of Erash¡¯s story was coming to light. She arrived here with a stranger and was willing to join a ¡°weak¡± Faction at the drop of the hat, all to be able to change her class and ¡°advance¡±. She had rarely spoken of her past and never mentioned why she left her old Faction in the first place, but now, all of that was beginning to make sense. As the realization hit him, her demanding haughtiness suddenly didn¡¯t seem so frustrating. Whatever front she normally presented looked nothing like the desperate young woman before him. Her eyes glinted feverishly and her question had been voiced in an almost keening tone. These things combined to shift his harsh impression of the High Priestess and his response softened considerably from the angry retort he had been about to voice. ¡°He ambushed me at the Auction and marked me for the Hunt,¡± Tilly answered quietly, looking into her eyes with a growing concern at her mental state. Whatever demons she had been running from had just made it to her doorstep, and he had been the one to bring them¡­ His answer hit her like a blow to the stomach, bowling her over, as a slow moan emerged from her lips. Octavia, the baker-turned-councilmember stood, motherly worry etched on her face as Erash¡¯s mental distress built to a crescendo. ¡°How could you let this happen? How could you let him find me again?¡± She muttered beginning to rock back and forth as she clutched at herself desperately. The sight of her devolving into an almost animalistic fear evoked a roaring in Tilly¡¯s chest. Outrage mingled with a protectiveness so fierce that he felt his guts yanked in her direction. Before he had time to think about it, he had taken the rocking High Priestess in his arms and was holding her tightly. She tensed at the movement, freezing in the midst of a fight or flight response so severe that it shut down all of her normal protective postures. Then, as if all the muscles in her body relaxed as one, she collapsed into his embrace and began to sob. ¡°I won¡¯t let him find you, I¡¯m leaving in the morning¡­ He won¡¯t ever get to you again, I promise.¡± Tilly muttered, doing his best to comfort the person in his arms that was part myth, part child. They stood there for a minute, as the council sat in silence and in Linus¡¯ case, averted their eyes as Erash worked through her fear and grief. Tilly had been at odds with this woman for the entirety of their relationship, but now, holding her in his arms, he couldn¡¯t help but wonder just how old she actually was and what sort of trauma she was fleeing. ¡°...Thank you¡± She whispered, slowly pulling away from his embrace. Tilly released her reluctantly, suddenly hesitant to face the relational consequence of his actions. But as they pulled apart, he found her eyeing him searchingly, as if looking for some subterfuge. Sensing the opportunity to diverge from whatever her history was, he spoke up. ¡°Look, the thing I met at the auction was a monster who has given himself fully to Corruption. I don¡¯t know what your history is with him, but I promise, I am going to end him or die trying. Either way, he won''t find you here. That, I promise.¡± ¡°He, Oberon is my father.¡± She whispered in response, her gaze sliding down to the floor. ¡°I am Titania¡¯s only daughter.¡± Those words dropped like a bomb in the courtyard. Tilly had known Erash probably walking in high circles¡­ but the fey were one of the oldest Factions on the plane, and apparently, she was the daughter of two out of the three leaders. Ichiro was the first to break the silence hanging in the aftermath of the admission. ¡°If you do not mind, Princess¡­ What was the situation when you left your Faction?¡± he asked softly, somehow managing to make the question seem wholly appropriate to the moment. At his address, she took a deep breath, before looking up from the ground and meeting the eyes of each of the council council members. Mochizuki stepped forward from the periphery and placed a chair behind her and she collapsed into it gratefully. Tilly joined her, sitting down and leaning forward as she collected her thoughts, her mouth held open as the words slowly coalesced on her tongue. ¡°Our people have always existed in a delicate balance. My father and his followers always moved back and forth between summer and winter, courting both queens with equal passion. He was ever the agent of change in our Faction and my half-sister and I are the fruit of that change. He was well respected amongst our people both for his cruelty and his cunning. Both are characteristics that I experienced frequently in my youth. It was not perfect, but it was a balance that lasted thousands of years. Then it all changed at the turning of the seasons last fall.¡± Her eyes grew haunted, and her words sped up slightly as if she wanted to be away from the memories as soon as possible.Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel. ¡°He was prone to go on long hunts with a few of his closest advisors at the shifting of the seasons, and no one ever knew when he would return and his allegiance would shift. My mother was heartbroken at his disappearance, as she always was, and winter was gathering its strength to push its borders in the coming campaign. Then everything changed. When my father returned this time, he brought with him a new source of power, one that he said would unify our people. At the ceremony to commence the fall campaign, instead of shifting his support to Maeve, he blew the horn and sounded a Hunt, declaring that any who did not join as hunters would play the part of prey¡­¡± ¡°By tradition, the hunt was only sounded in times of dire need or supreme triumph for our Faction and had almost never been used against our own people. His declaration shattered the ceremony, with many of the more¡­ wild elements of our courts joining the new shift in power gleefully. My mother¡¯s most loyal guards stood with her, and Maeve stood in opposition to the move as well, but the Change is when they are at their weakest¡­ we lost that battle and were forced to retreat.¡° She choked slightly on her words as if the conclusion of the story were being pulled from her throat painfully. In distress, she found Tilly¡¯s eyes, as if she owed him some brief explanation. ¡°It was then, in our flight, that my mother came across Wisdom, and begged her to spirit me away, charging me to grow in strength and only return when the Faction had achieved balance again. That was the last I saw of her, and now, judging by your experience at the auction, I can only conclude that my home has been shattered. I am bound by my agreement to not send any message to my family, as it would risk revealing your location to a possibly hostile Faction, but now, I am not sure there would be anyone left to answer¡­¡± Hiro¡¯s face slowly hardened as the tale unfolded. As she finished, he cleared his throat and spoke up, his deep voice ringing with a respectful timbre, ¡°My deepest condolences High Priestess. I fear that many of the old powers on the plane share some similar story of struggle in recent months as our enemy has successfully waged a campaign to subvert or destroy any opposition it would face before the contest has even begun. But they will not go unopposed.¡± He declared, the weight in his voice shifting towards anger. ¡°What we have achieved here is unprecedented in my knowledge of the flow of power on the plane, and yet, we must not be allowed to rest on our victories. For the first time, the battle for our survival is not on our doorstep and this leads to a dangerous temptation to delay or hold back some of our strength from the coming fight. But, if Corruption¡¯s advance is left unchecked, we will be giving up everything we have gained for the sake of temporary comfort. Our Patron¡¯s Champion goes now to prepare the way, and we will assemble all we have to join him on the field when the time comes. Do any on the council oppose this course of action?¡± The remaining members said nothing, Linus went so far as to scoff at the possibility of an alternative. Even the new councilor, Livius who looked sick at the thought of further fighting, nodded his head slowly in agreement. Tilly had come to terms with the fact that he was going to lay it all on the line to give these people a fighting chance and protect a place he had come to admire. But to see them respond with such commitment struck a deep chord in his Mana Well thumbing through him to his core. The burning determination in Tilly had already been feeling deepened, reaching down through the layers of his motivations and suffusing his soul. Everywhere the warmth went, peace was left in its wake, and for the first time in a long time, Tilly felt like he belonged. He knew who he was, and what he had to do. He was done protecting himself or hesitating¡­ he had been called upon to protect this Faction, and he would do whatever was required to see them through the coming war. The fear of death slid off his shoulders, leaving behind an aching desire to see his goal achieved at all costs. ¡°He will not be going alone. I will accompany the dragon and Jonathan Tillman to the Contested Lands.¡± Erash whispered, breaking the heavy silence that Hiro¡¯s question had elicited. Tilly whipped his gaze around to the puffy-eyed fey princess, ¡°You don¡¯t have to do that! I don¡¯t think we will be walking, and I have no idea how you would even be able to come.¡± he responded quickly. At that, some of her characteristic haughtiness returned, ¡°Oh? And how did you think you would be traveling to the Contested Lands? If you were picturing riding the beast, you are sorely mistaken.¡± She sneered, a small genuine smile ruining the normally iron mask of superiority she wore. Tilly choked down his answer, realizing that at the back of his mind, he had assumed something like that, and hadn¡¯t spent a minute of his time, actually thinking through how he was going to convince the dragon to take him along. ¡°I have a means of following the dragon, and between us, we will convince him to head to the Contested Lands along our desired route, does anyone object?¡± she asked cutting Tilly out of the decision entirely and turning toward the council as if it were already decided. Her previously displayed vulnerability was gone like a puff of smoke and what was left was steely determination. ¡°Can¡­ the young one¡­ perform your duties?¡± One of the honu elders asked. ¡°Adequately. She has proven an acceptable pupil and she clearly holds some favor with our Patron. She will more than suffice for the time I am gone.¡± Ichiro nodded sadly, tracing the changing of the weave around them as their course was set, ¡°it is decided then. You two will go and prepare the way for our forces, so that we may establish a forward operating base for those who will stand in opposition to Corruption. I only wish more of us could join you, but I believe flight is beyond any others here¡­¡± He trailed off looking down the line of councilors. Chewing on the problem of convincing the dragon to bring him along, Tilly had an idea splash through the murky waters of his mind, ¡°Shuji, what do you need to transfer my holdings with the Commerce Guild to Alliance accounts?¡± ¡°A simple affidavit affixed with your mana signature for a locked period of time would suffice I imagine.¡± ¡°Awesome. Can you get me one of those to sign for the transfer of any loot I take with my world ring over the next month? I want it to all be added directly to the Alliance accounts.¡± Tilly said confidently. Shujis eyes blinked owlishly at the absurd request, ¡°Are you sure Mr. Tillman?¡± ¡°Oh yeah.¡± He answered, ¡°We will see just how flexible the Scorch¡¯s definition of Domain is, worst-case scenario, you guys will just have to withdraw everything that comes into my account and physically store it at this branch¡­ I¡¯m going to sell myself as a mobile deposit to our new ally for some grade-A pillaging. Speaking of which, if we can figure out how to get him to agree, where are we sending him? B3. Ch. 40 Last Min Packing Unfortunately for Tilly, they had to stay up well into the night formulating the plan for the coming engagement. Food was brought in, and dozens of messages were sent out as they broke down every eventuality they could think of and created a loose contingency for each. No matter what happened the broad strategy of the Three-Fold Alliance remained the same. Tilly and Erash had to convince Brokenridge to head straight to the Contested Lands, by way of several Factions that had completely fallen under the influence of Corruption. Erash informed them that Wild Hunt¡¯s Buffs were not teleport magic, and while they would increase Oberon''s ability to move his forces dramatically, TIlly still had a decent amount of time to get moving. He would need to present a moving target for the fey magic to keep them from zeroing in on his location immediately. To do that, they had to successfully channel all of the dragon¡¯s passion for pillaging against the enemies that stood between them and the Contested Lands, whose locations they now held. It turned out that the anonymous first purchaser of the latest edition of the Cartographer Guild¡¯s map was the Church of Light. They were using it as an important means of securing crucial data on the layout of the coming battle and setting up supply lines to the front through a series of teleport hubs. They had offered full access to the information in exchange for a series of covert missions by some of the elites of the Three-Fold Alliance disguised as Forsaken operatives. Corruption had attempted to infiltrate almost every major collection of power on the plane in the last year and a disturbing number of powers had fallen to its influence in one way or another. Some had found solutions at great cost to resisting and exterminating its presence, but a key few were still embroiled in internal conflict as the fate of their Factions teetered on the edge of defeat. The church¡¯s influence had been waning in these places for months. But now with the support of teams from the Alliance led by Amelia, Threstus, Franklin, and Ichiro, they were staging high-impact counterstrikes against the enemy. The goal was to stabilize these Factions and secure their support in the Contested Lands as soon as possible, bolstering the frankly dismal numbers that Reginald''s information-gathering network estimated they would be able to muster. If successful, the Three-Fold Alliance would be used as a staging ground, making full use of the Auctioneer¡¯s offer to flood the Contested Lands with as many combatants as possible, with the goal of arriving and fortifying before the bulk of Corruption¡¯s forces reached the field. Yet, in order for that to be possible, Tilly had to succeed in:
  1. Not dying.
  2. Defeating Oberon, who was serving as Corruption¡¯s advance force.
  3. Settling this dispute Brokenridge had with the ¡°Dragon Throne.¡±
  4. Securing the patronage of the third Aspect of Origin.
With those impossible goals in mind, Tilly left the meeting as early as he could to handle some last-minute packing. He left the manor with nods to the guards and set off on a jog through the city which was kept brightly lit even this far into the evening. He planned to meet Erash at dawn near the mouth of the mine and needed to get everything ready plus a few hours of sleep if he wanted to be anything but a wreck the next couple of days. It was going to be a late night. His first stop was Cog¡¯s new workshop where the little gnome had apparently been working day and night to produce some truly terrifying new inventions. Gnomish explosives were already well known on the plane, something about the race seemed to lend itself towards volatile chemical combinations. But with his new class Thaumic Munitions Specialist, he was creating things never seen in Nephesh¡¯s history. Ichiro had taken Kindle to the new forge, and something had happened there that he said, ¡°had to be seen instead of explained¡±. Witnessing this event, Cog then begged to be allowed to take her back to his workshop for testing and Ichiro allowed it upon her insistence. Tilly didn¡¯t know what he was going to find when he got there but hopefully, Kindle was fine and Cog would have a few things for him to add to his new belt that would even the odds of the coming battle. He had even tried to send Kindle a few mental messages but kept getting the psychic equivalent of the busy signal¡­ which he had not known was possible. The streets on the path through the city were quiet with only a few groups of higher-level individuals still out working on one thing or another. Tilly passed several patrols of Flame¡¯s Watch guards on his way out, and was gratified to see that when they fully mobilized the military, the Alliance would not be left undefended. Once out of the city, he picked up his pace significantly, making his way to the military encampment in minutes. Tilly was no longer surprised to see how much it had grown in the day he had been gone, with several new permanent buildings set up behind the huge blocky wall. One building in particular was set far off from the others and smoke billowed out of several chimneys even this late into the night. Not needing much more of a hint, Tilly angled toward the squat sturdy building and arrived at its door barely out of breath. ¡°Yes, It will level Cities! You are the best bird ever!¡± A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation. ¡°Cheep!¡± An almost manic cackle emerged from the door along with swathes of smoke as Tilly shoved it open. There at the far corner, was an adolescent Kindle glowing with a bright white heat as she breathed over a cherry red object Cog was holding with a pair of tongs. Neither looked up as Tilly entered, trying to make out whatever the object was. ¡°Ok, It¡¯s sealed!¡± the little gnome squeaked. Kindle immediately cut off whatever it was she was doing, and Tilly was shocked to see that one once downy white chick was now almost fully feathered again, except now she continued to glow even when not actively putting out fire Mana. Cog for his part, carefully hefted the object to a cooling rack, and set it down gingerly, as its melty glow dissipated and its shape became more apparent. Tilly¡¯s jaw slowly fell open as something very similar in shape to a rubber duck made of glass resolved itself in the midst of the slowly clearing smoke. Kindle immediately started preening as its final form was revealed and Cog turned to look at the doorway, a fierce white smile cutting a sharp line over his soot-covered features. He sighed in relief and lifted his goggles away from his eyes, unsuccessfully trying to remove the caked on streaks of sweat and ash that covered his face. ¡®What is it?¡¯ Tilly sent silently, approaching the object cautiously under Cog¡¯s beaming gaze. Kindle sent back a series of images of chicks in a nest, ¡®It is my child,¡¯ Tilly sniggered, before turning it into a cough, dramatically waving away the clearing smoke. ¡°So what have you two made for me?¡± He wheezed dramatically, attempting and failing to Identify the object as he squinted at it from different angles. ¡°Ignorant fool¡± Cog hissed under his breath. Tilly shot a glance his way, his smile slipping as Cog¡¯s too-bright demeanor returned instantly. Cog¡¯s wild swing back to excited pulled fresh creases into the grime covering his face. At the quickness of the kid''s mood swings, Tilly wondered if he had somehow gotten access to fantasy coffee now that he was an adult. ¡°Ahem¡­ I mean. Thank you for your delivery a few hours ago. I jumped another level just attempting to handle the substance.¡± He followed up sheepishly under Tilly¡¯s gaze, which finally produced an identifier over his head. Level 26 Thaumic Munitions Specialist ¡°Holy Crap Kid! How many levels have you gained in the last couple of days?¡± Tilly blurted, turning in surprise to Kindle and seeing her Identifier had changed as well. Level ??? Bonded Starfire Phoenix ¡°You too?¡± ¡°Combat isn¡¯t the only way to advance your level on our plane dummy,¡± Cog chided with an abashed laugh, ¡°I think in the last three days I have invented over twenty novel alchemical items recognized by the system. But this¡­¡± He trailed off, turning a longing gaze upon the item on the cooling rack. It sat there, holding a flickering white light at its center even as Cog tapped the surface to check its temperature, ¡°I might have to reconsider my position on combat, because I would love to see what you can do on the field,¡± he whispered to the half melted looking glass ducky. ¡°Should I leave you two alone?¡± Tilly asked dryly as the little crafter¡¯s antics started to stale. ¡°Tsht, hardly.¡± Cog snorted, clearly not sure what Tilly meant, but savvy enough to deny it anyway. Instead he picked up the figurine, admiring it from all sides. The glow within the object began to flicker and intensify in his hands. ¡°When you sent me a piece of Promethian Fire, and I saw just what your extraordinary bonded here was capable of, inspiration struck. I know my glass-blowing skill is still crap, but it was fashioned with love in honor of its inspiration¡­ I call it Phoenix Fire.¡± ¡°Cheep!¡± Kindle added emphatically, hoping over to stand on the work table proudly next to her melted playdough look alike. ¡°Let¡¯s back up.¡± Tilly said, eyeing his bond, ¡°What happened with Ichiro and the forge? And why do you have Starfire in front of your name all of a sudden? Also, are you glowing?¡± Kindle sent him images of eating a big meal while preening with the attention, obviously pleased with herself. Cog happily chimed in with a slightly more complete version of the story, when it was obvious that she would keep her answer short, ¡°When Lord Ichiro visited the forge with her to check on the progress of the dragon glass weapons, it was up and running at full blast. He brought her as close to the mouth of the forge as he could and she was obviously loving the heat. But when he couldn¡¯t take her any further she surprised everyone and jumped into the thing.¡± ¡°Some people started yelling, and the forge started flashing wildly in a way that hurt my teeth, but I was wearing my goggles and I could see her clear as day, settling in like a Roc Hen to roost. A few minutes later the forge had nearly powered down, and the three nearest smiths had lost all of their mana to the bond with the thing in its attempt to maintain heat. When she came back out, she wasn¡¯t a chick anymore and had added Starfire to her name. Which was just about the coolest thing I have ever seen.¡± Kindle gave Cog the side eye and then lightly tapped her beak on the item in his hand. ¡°Oh yeah, so they let me take her out of there and we started working on something that would mimic or reproduce her flame attack. Did you know that if she lights a fire and it is put out, her flame will almost always reignite on the fuel? It has to be taken to below freezing before that reaction is suppressed. I kept trying to find a way to weaponize that characteristic, but the reaction was just too gradual¡­ Until your package arrived. With that and a dragon glass container that I imprinted with one of my abilities called Trigger, I was able to make this bad boy.¡± He finished stroking the half-melted face of the duck. Bemused at the duo''s antics, Tilly pushed on. ¡°So¡­ what does it do?" ¡°Well, Promethean Fire is a permanent liquid combustion that is impossible to put out by anything short of divine intervention. We infused it with a bath in the rebirth aspects of Kindle¡¯s flame and sealed it all in a dragon glass container set to explode upon activation. Theoretically, this is a fire bomb that will release a flame that won''t stop spreading until it meets a substance of heavier significance on the cosmic scale. In fact, we don¡¯t know the upper limits of its destructive capability yet, but if you live through its deployment, I need to hear what happened.¡± Cog answered, reluctantly handing over his magnum opus. ¡°Not sure what that all means, but I¡¯ll be careful,¡± Tilly said, holding it gently in one hand as he took a closer look at the strobing flame held in a sphere at the duck¡¯s center. ¡°How stable is it?¡± ¡°Oh, it was designed with you in mind, Mr. Tillman. It can¡¯t be activated unless you infuse it with your specially aspected flame mana, but once you do, you have between five and ten seconds before it explodes.¡± ¡°Huh¡­ Well, I dub thee Doom Ducky.¡± Tilly said, looking into the creature''s lopsided face. ¡°What? No¡­¡± Cog said, looking around as if someone was listening. Then something mentally clicked in Tilly¡¯s head and an identifier tag popped up over the item in Tilly¡¯s hand, Weaponized Phoenix Fire Flask - aka - Doom Ducky. (Legendary) ¡°By the Gods¡¯ ugly Tes-¡± Cog fumed before choking down the rest of his sentence at Tilly''s curious look, ¡°I mean, I wish you hadn¡¯t done that. Creating new items is a tricky thing when it comes to getting the system to recognize the name. I still regret letting some of the bastions into the workshop yesterday. Now Boom Juice is the system-recognized name for my best accelerant.¡± Tilly nodded along, smiling as he attached the glass duck to one of the loops on his belt. The magic secured it instantly, but not before Cog caught a glimpse of Tilly¡¯s most expensive purchase at the auction. ¡°Mr. Tillman, can I see that again?¡± ¡°Negative kid. The fewer the better on this one.¡± He answered, lowering the flap of his long jacket over the belt, ¡°Now tell me more about this Boom Juice. Could I, say¡­ put it in a container at the center of a sack of iron fillings and make the whole thing explode?¡± He deflected, sending the manic young crafter off on a tangent like a dog after a ball. B3. Ch. 41 Silent Night An hour later, Tilly left the workshop with a snoozing Kindle on his shoulder. She continued to glow faintly even as she slept, mirroring the soft but persistent light from the stars above. If he had to guess he would have put the time at around midnight at this point, and he still had one more item to check off on his to-do list. He needed a health potion, the best quality he could get on such short notice. He trudged back toward the city, a soul-deep weariness dragging at his bones as he racked his brain for options on where to find what he needed to fill the final slot on his belt. Tilly muttered to himself as he moved through the parade ground, the torches lighting the area sputtering and flickering in his wake as if stirred by an absent breeze. Step after step, he tiredly continued to bully the haphazard jumble of thoughts and contingencies into an actual plan, hoping to have something usable by morning. He hunched his shoulders against an inexplicable chill as he quickened his pace arriving at the main gate and nodding to the squadron of guards there. He figured the best place to start was the Contribution Point Exchange. He didn¡¯t know when or if they closed, but he hoped he could just roll up there, and grab the last thing on his laundry list, nice and simple. He rubbed his numb hands together in anticipation of finishing his errands and grabbing some sleep, scowling at the empty streets of the city. Everyone else was probably already in bed, lucky bastards. Taking what he thought was the right turn off the main street, Tilly tried to keep moving with purpose, looking forward to the end of this endless day. His new amulet sat uncomfortably cold against his chest and he shifted it awkwardly, not liking the feel of the new accessory at all. He came to a break in the road and peered down both streets, which seemed to stretch on before him in a long hollow darkness. ¡®Did I take a wrong turn somewhere?¡¯ he thought blearily to himself. Kindle shifted in her sleep on his shoulder, chirping uncomfortably. ¡®Don¡¯t worry girl, we will be home soon.¡¯ He turned back the way he had come, attempting to gain his bearings, but the way back seemed just as dark and foreboding as the way forward. Tilly frowned in thought, hands slowly falling to find his hatchets. As if in response to his wariness, the surrounding shadow began to bend toward him, and the temperature dropped significantly. Right at the edges of his perception, something seemed to writhe within the folds of shadow hiding the sides of the street, and a bone snappingly cold fog rolled in from nowhere, sapping any body heat Tilly had left. Responding too late, Tilly attempted to push back the cold with his own fiery mana, but it felt sluggish in his pathways like he was trying to push cement where water had once flowed. A sharp pain radiated from the amulet against his skin as his hands groped for the handles of his weapons, clumsy and slow. ¡°Hmmm, they said Endurance was the only thing impressive about you¡­ but you have somehow shrugged off several of my Abilities where many others would have succumbed.¡± a scratchy voice crackled out from the dark street. The shadows there seemed to relax, falling away from its center to reveal a figure in a long fur-lined coat with a fox''s head. As its form resolved, a strange simmering sheen refracted along the surface of its skin as the faint starlight was allowed to touch it for the first time. Level 79 Wechuge Dream Hunger Tilly finally yanked his weapons free with numb shaking hands as the sub zero air clawed down his throat, into his lungs. ¡°Don¡¯t bother,¡± the fox-headed figure said in a bored voice, ¡°I took this job because I¡¯m a hard counter to someone like you¡­Well, that and I love the taste of human meat.¡± the Wechuge said, licking its chops as it took smooth predatory steps toward Tilly¡¯s shivering form. Its body was tall and stick thin which perfectly complemented its snout which was too long and filled with jagged teeth. The closer it got, the worse Tilly''s shivering became, waves of cold radiating off the creature like light from the sun. This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. Tilly tried again to activate any of his fire Abilities, cycling through each one, but they only flickered weakly around his weapons and body, before quickly sputtering out. As the wechuge confidently approached, Tilly searched in vain for some outrage or anger to stoke his internal flames, but all he found was despair in the pit of his belly. All his work, all the people depending on him, and his stupid min-max build was about to get him killed. ¡°I am curious what little tricks you are hiding in that warm meat sack¡­ Let''s find out.¡± It said, drawing long serrated knives from behind its back as it arrived within reach of Tilly¡¯s incapacitated form. In a fit of sluggish inspiration, Tilly dropped his weapons and fumbled with the flap of his jacket. The creature cocked its head curiously, ¡°Hmm, what''s this? Something interesting I hope.¡± It said, taking a long inhale through its snout. Taking full advantage of the creature''s confidence, Tilly pulled free the sack of iron filings, and the creature tsk-ed at the big reveal, ¡°I¡¯m no fey kid¡­ I¡¯ll eat a little cold iron for breakfast and ask for seconds.¡± It said, revealing all its teeth as it leaned forward curiously at the object, completely relaxed in Tilly¡¯s vulnerable, shivering presence. Desperately shoving his tar-like mana through the very first spell form it had ever developed, Tilly attempted desperately to manifest a flicker of flame. The creature¡¯s sub-zero domain ruled the space all around them and igniting the air near his hand felt like lifting a boulder. The fox-headed wechuge shrugged, lazily bringing one of its knives to Tilly¡¯s warm, throbbing jugular, with a disappointed sigh. This close Tilly could see that the creature''s body seemed to be made up of ice stained a rusty brown. If there was one positive in the all-consuming cold, it was that Tilly could not smell the bits of meat caught between the creature''s teeth as they hovered inches from his nose. With aching slowness, he finally felt the Ability form, sending a tiny surge of warmth up his arm and into the sack. The bite of the jagged edge of the creature''s weapon was barely felt on his numb skin as the wechuge slowly began to cut through Tilly¡¯s neck. ¡°Who¡­ said¡­¡± he forced out through chattering teeth. ¡°Ooooh, last words? I love last words!¡± The creature smiled indulgently, leaning in and pausing in its murder. ¡°a-a-anything¡­ a-a-about c-c-cold i-i-i-ron?¡± Tilly finally stuttered out, feeling the sack begin to warm as the delayed reaction Cog had built into the blasting component catalyzed its own ignition. Of course, that delay mechanic had been put in so that Tilly could get the thing as far away from himself as possible before it exploded¡­ but beggars can¡¯t be choosers. ¡®Suck some explosives, discount Dr. freeze.¡¯ Tilly snarled internally as his newest item went off between them. A sound like ripping paper whooomphed from Tilly''s hand and the Wechuge snarled and looked down at the object in Tilly¡¯s hand, jumping backward too late as a cloud of liquid-hot iron fillings shot out in all directions. Tilly just had enough time to close his mouth and eyes before his world was filled with burning metal and seared flesh. Unconsciousness blessedly swooped in to claim him a second later and he awoke to the concerned muttering of someone above him and distant yelling. The surface of his skin was ablaze with healing magics and an intense itching skittered over every square inch of exposed flesh. ¡°No vital points!¡± A voice shouted, ¡°Area Debuff!¡± Another added. He tried to open his eyes, but they had been sealed shut somehow, and the act of pulling apart the fused lids shot fresh agony into his brain, and he released a deep groan. ¡°Not yet, Mr. Tillman!¡± a familiar young voice cried urgently from above him. ¡°I have never seen anything like this, but your wounds are still expelling¡­ something? I don¡¯t know, but you need a few more seconds.¡± ¡°Gah! Away with you gnats, give him to me!¡± the wechuge shouted from somewhere nearby, punctuating his words with a burst of cold so intense it threatened to fuse Tilly to the cobblestones he was lying on. ¡°Oh dear¡­ t-t-this will not d-d-do.¡± Aurelia said in reaction to the area effect. She started muttering a prayer, and tongues of blue flame began to dance in the air around them, flickering weakly against the cold, but stealing the edge off its strength. ¡°Can I o-o-open them?¡± Tilly asked, afraid to try, even after the itching finished dancing across his face. ¡°Yes, -it should be fine-¡± she answered distractedly between verses. Tilly blinked his eyes open and found Aurelia, the Priestess standing over him aglow with the light of Origin¡¯s Flame. Then appearing behind her like a specter was the Wechuge, half its body missing as it raised a knife above the healer''s head. Before Tilly could even shout a warning, a vine the size of a truck slammed into the creature from the side, sending it careening down the street. There it met the happily bellowed challenge of Gorock, who charged wildly into the creature. It seemed no worse for wear missing a limb, and displayed a freakish speed as its long knife ripped through Gorock in a dozen places in the space of a breath. The Wallbreaker laughed, throwing his arms around the creature to restrain it momentarily as Threstus appeared behind the figure, shoving both his weapons deep into its chest cavity and activating some sort of Ability. A sound like shattering glass rang through the street, and the nightmare of animated ice fell to pieces. ¡°Hey! I had him!¡± Gorock bellowed in outrage. ¡°It looked like you were about to take him home after dinner...¡± Threstus snided back. Gorock snarled and kicked one of the chunks of ice away in frustration. Tilly rolled over, getting to his hands and knees, as the cold finally started to dissipate. The shattered pieces of the wechuge remained still, scattered over the street, but that didn¡¯t stop Tilly from keeping an eye on them as he got to his feet. ¡°We have got to stop meeting like this.¡± A bemused voice said behind him. B3. Ch. 42 Evening Stroll Tilly groaned, turning to find Amelia staring at him with eyebrows raised. He smiled back, his chagrined expression made even more awkward by the myriad of small, still-healing burns that covered his face. The ground around him was littered with little bits of iron, and he couldn¡¯t help but peek down at them, still grinning. It had worked even better than he had hoped and he might have been just a little bit giddy at the thought of setting one off near its intended targets. Shaking his head, he turned and found the rest of the group standing over the icy chunks of assassin littering the side of the street. ¡°Is it me, or is this area getting a little rough?¡± He chuckled as Kindle dived down from the sky squawking in outrage. She fluttered around his head angrily, before settling back down on his shoulder. Tilly didn''t know if her outrage was at his poor joke or near death, but he was glad to see that the phoenix had somehow evaded any damage. ¡°You. It¡¯s definitely you.¡± Amelia deadpanned, putting her hands on her hips. It was then that Tilly finally registered one particular detail that all of his friends currently had in common¡­ They were all wearing the same Forsaken uniform he had worn when he anonymously went on a cleansing spree in the fallen capitol of the Thousand Phalanx Empire. Amelia was covered in grime and blood, but the uniform was all there, she even had the identity obscuring hood hanging from the back of her collar. The whole group was outfitted in tailored uniforms and were giving distinct ¡°team¡± vibes. Well the whole group minus Gorock, calling the shredding mess that hung in bloody ribbons from Gorock¡¯s muscular body a uniform was a stretch. Once it was clear that the assassin was well and truly down, they wandered over, looking as tired as he felt. ¡°Thanks for the save guys¡­ But mind if I ask where you have been?¡± ¡°Oh, nowhere special.¡± Threstus grinned, sheathing his swords with casual grace. Aurelia, closed her mouth at the blithe answer, clearly having been about to give Tilly actual information. Then their levels and classes started populating as Tilly¡¯s scrutiny unconsciously activated the Identify skill. Level 56 Botanist Surveyor Level 72 Bastion Commander Level 68 Wall Breaker Level 48 Priestess of Origin¡¯s Flame Tilly¡¯s heart sunk seeing their levels¡­ now feeling absolutely sure that he had wasted the last week. While he had been messing around testing out his new synergy, they had clearly been doing some serious leveling. He tried not to glance up petulantly at his measly level 35¡­ it didn''t help that hadn¡¯t even succeeded in testing all the possible combinations, and had lost the title synergy to boot. Until he got another level, he was stuck. The notification icon was blinking pointlessly opposite his name and class, but he didn¡¯t bother to open it. Whatever Experience the fight with the wechuge had given had obviously not been nearly enough to get him to the next level, not spread among all the others. He would have to find another way to steal a few levels before he got to the Contested Lands. Gorock lifted his shredded bit of cloth, squinting down at them, ¡°We put on these stinky uniforms, and the dress-wearing people send us off to fight.¡± He summarized helpfully. ¡°Ok, secret missions for the church. No biggie. I can even accept how ridiculous some of your growth has been if you have been fighting for your life all week¡­ But Aurelia, how is your level possible?¡± Tilly asked, trying his best not to sound morose. He was supposed to be the Champion, the one who fought to protect everyone, but he couldn¡¯t help but feel that his leveling had been nerfed somehow when looking at the others. ¡°Well¡­ um¡­¡± She muttered, turning red as the whole group turned curiously to look at her. ¡°She doesn¡¯t have to answer if she doesn¡¯t want to.¡± Amelia interposed, glaring in challenge at the others, ¡°It''s bad enough that we are allowing her on these missions, let her have some privacy if she wants.¡± ¡°No, its ok Mrs. Cooper¡­ I¡­ I have a title that gives me a small amount of experience when something I bless is used to kill another creature. It has been steadily sending me experience for weeks.¡± She finished abashed. Threstus whistled in appreciation before a thoughtful frown creased his forehead, ¡°That is one valuable title girly, but I doubt it will remain that useful once you pass the bottleneck. The system stops tracking any gains less than 10 experience at Level fifty. So unless the title is truly broken, I imagine much of your individual notifications are going to be rendered moot.¡± ¡°Must have been pretty nice while it lasted though¡­¡± Tilly grumbled, to the embarrassment of Aurelia, who was clearly uncomfortable with the whole conversation. ¡°Just what in the hell is going on here?! Y¡¯all having some sort of murder party in the middle of the night?¡± A voice shouted from down the street. The whole group turned to see Watch Captain Achillia at the head of a contingent of Flame¡¯s Watch. If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. While everyone was distracted, Amelia elbowed Tilly in the ribs, ¡°She is still a child! You should be grateful for any advantage she gets.¡± She hissed through the side of her mouth as Threstus stepped up to answer the approaching Guard Captain in a loud voice, ¡°Enemy infiltrator. Attempted to assassinate the human, but we took care of it.¡± ¡°¡®Took care of it¡¯ my ass! I lost twenty men tonight, and several more patrols still have to check-in. Keep this shit out of my city.¡± The Watch Captain spat as she approached. The Flame¡¯s Watch with her held weapons at the ready and scanned the street for further threats. Tilly''s jovial attitude at surviving the attempt on his life and getting to catch up with some friends began to sink as he realized that the night''s events had been far more involved than he had realized. He was about to speak up to apologize when Threstus beat him to it. ¡°I¡¯ll make sure to cancel the rest of my invites to any other monsters across the plane.¡± Threstus drolled as he stepped up to confer with their group, gesturing behind his back at the rest of them to get away while they still could. The look on the Watch Captain¡¯s face spoke of many more questions, but a late-night interrogation sounded like exactly what he didn¡¯t need right now. So he hooked Amelia''s elbow and started guiding them away from the conversation. Gorock had somehow already disappeared, and Aurelia looked back and forth between the departing pair and the official sounding debrief, before sighing, and moving to stand next to the Bastion Commander. Tilly walked quickly away to the sound of an overly loud conversation between the two leaders of military arms in the Alliance. ¡°Obviously, I have a few more questions, but before I ask anything else¡­ you don''t happen to have a decent health potion I can have?¡± He muttered as they inconspicuously turned out of sight down a side street. Kindle took the opportunity to alight on Amelia¡¯s head, affectionately ruffling her pixie haircut. ¡°Gah, good to see you too, featherball!¡± she exclaimed, snatching the adolescent phoenix off her head and holding her close to her chest, stroking the newly grown feathers. ¡°Why, do you still need more healing?¡± She followed up confused, squinting over at his face in the low light. ¡°No, Aurelia fixed me up just fine. This is more for preparation. I had a list and it¡¯s the last thing on it.¡± Kindle chirped in annoyance as Amelia took a break from stroking her and rifled through one of her pockets until she pulled a free flask tinged a characteristic red, ¡°Sure, the church has been outfitting us with one health and mana before each mission.¡± She said, casually handing it over to Tilly who examined it as she went back to rubbing her fingertips down Kindle''s back. Major Healing Potion (Epic) Add the equivalent of 110 stat points in Constitution for five seconds. ¡°So¡­Do you guys work for the church now or something?¡± He asked, tucking the potion into the last slot on his belt gratefully. His lips quirked upward as he felt another Feyback had already formed in its slot. He had figured that it would be fast, seeing as the item had only been rated Rare by the System. But it had to have only been minutes! ¡°No, this is more of a temporary arrangement.¡± She said, plucking at the hood hanging from her shoulders, ¡°Honestly, I was not interested when they first approached me, but when I saw several of the children volunteering, I couldn¡¯t stand by while they were sent who knows where to do who knows what.¡± Then she paused, her eyes going vacant for a few breaths as she moved through some obviously heavy memories. After a quick, shuddering breath, she continued, ¡°Now that I have gone on a few missions, I have found the work is even more dangerous than I had feared, but also incredibly necessary. It is one thing to see Corruption ravaging your own home, but to see the havoc it is wreaking in Factions across the plane¡­ I find myself glad I agreed to help.¡± ¡°It''s good to hear the church is finding ways to fight back where there is opportunity. I just wish there were more powers trying to do the same¡­¡± Tilly responded tiredly, before forcing a little more energy into his voice, ¡°Any successes?¡± ¡°Difficult to say,¡± She replied, taking another turn, at this point fully leading the way through the city toward Tilly¡¯s little house, ¡°Thus far, our team has deposed two Corrupted Faction leaders, and helped evacuate three other Factions as they devolved into a feeding frenzy. None of It has been very pleasant, and I can¡¯t say any of the Factions we have helped so far will be able to meaningfully contribute to a military operation in the foreseeable future. There are some elites from each one that have agreed to come to our aid when called, but too much of the rest is in ruins to be of any help when the time comes.¡± ¡°Is that what it has been like for the other groups?¡± ¡°No, not all. I spoke with Heras two days ago, you remember my shop assistant? Well, she somehow earned the Bastion Class, and from what I hear, she comported herself very well on the wall. She is fulfilling the tank role on Franklin¡¯s team although with that bear of his, I can hardly see why it is necessary¡­ Anyway, three days ago, they were sent to support an important bid for leadership over the orc clans. My understanding is that they have some sort of sanctioned brawl within a stasis field every few years and the winner rules the clans until a new challenge is called. With Franklin¡¯s team¡¯s intervention, the Corrupted candidate was defeated and now the clans are ruled by a Chieftain who is more or less favorable to our cause. Everyone knows the clans love a good fight, so hopefully that will work in our favor. Though, I honestly doubt they will answer our call unless we offer to pay mercenary wages.¡± Amelia had slipped into her lecturing voice at some point during the walk, and Tilly honestly found it comforting. Something about hearing her share details, some important, and some less so, made him feel the tiniest bit normal. Almost like he wasn¡¯t going on a suicide mission tomorrow, he smiled as a now pleasant breeze danced along the nape of his neck. He asked after the rest of the children who had been offered classes and early adulthood by Origin. He didn¡¯t know them well enough to even keep up with all she shared, but she happily ran down the list, naming names and newly acquired classes, along with their first weeks in their roles. Amelia had apparently split her time evenly between checking in on them and risking her life to help others on these missions. Before he knew it, they were at his door and even though his eyelids felt like they weighed a ton, he couldn¡¯t help but smile ruefully at how nice it had been to just walk and talk. ¡°Well, I have to get an early start tomorrow, got a thing with a dragon and after that, a vendetta to settle. You know¡­ The usual¡± Tilly said tiredly, yawning at the end of his sentence. He reached out his hand for Kindle and she chirped in tired agreement before hopping from Amelia''s arms onto his open forearm. ¡°I understand a little better why you are the way you are.¡± Amelia said, suddenly serious, as her eyes focused on him intently, ¡°I know you are only doing what you have to, for all our sakes, and more than ever I am convinced that there is much more at work behind the scenes than I can fathom. Even if I happen to disagree with much of it. Many people are alive, and perhaps even thriving because of you being¡­ you. So go do what you have to, but if you get the chance to come back to us¡­ Take it.¡± She finished quietly, looking down. Then before his tired mind could form any sort of meaningful response, she leaned in and kissed him lightly on the cheek. B3. Ch. 43 Parting Words Tilly''s mind went from sluggish comfort to manic overdrive in the space of a breath as he tried to process what had just happened. For her part, Amelia leaned back from the soft kiss and looked into his eyes searchingly. Tilly''s heartbeat sped up, and he opened his mouth to say something¡­ but there was nothing. No quip, stupid joke, or even a lame piece of small talk rose to the occasion, leaving them both stuck with an awkward silence that pained Tilly on a physical level. Seeing the man who had literally charged into fights with horrific monsters, frozen in uncertainty brought a sudden and genuine smile to Amelia¡¯s vulnerable expression. A steady resolution solidified behind her eyes and with a deep breath, she broke the silence first, ¡°Look, you don¡¯t have to worry. I¡¯m not asking you on a date or anything like that. I am, however, woman enough to recognize what a friend you have been to me, and I didn''t want you to leave without knowing how much you meant to a lot of us here,¡± She allowed her last sentence to trail off, as she searched for the right words to communicate how she felt, ¡°I guess what I want to say is, you are more than a hero, or some distant noble sacrifice that we can all watch crash and burn. You are a real person, one that many of us can and will protect with just as much passion and determination as you show in your role. No one else can do what you have to¡­ but you are not alone. Please don¡¯t forget that.¡± Her works trickled and dripped through the space between them, thawing the last of his frozen defenses. Edifices that had kept him insulated from really needing anyone were now nothing more than puddles as he realized he cared deeply for the people around him. To his embarrassment, Tilly felt a deep blush creeping up his neck like a freaking schoolgirl at the realization, and Kindle cheeped in confusion, looking back and forth between Amelia and her bond with curiosity animating avian eyes. The questioning tone in his bond¡¯s voice distracted both of them for a moment, and in that brief space free of the relational tension inherent in Amelia''s gaze, Tilly felt the temporary paralysis in his mouth release, freeing him to haltingly respond. ¡°Amelia¡­¡± He breathed, pulling her attention back from Kindle''s innocent expression, ¡°That¡­ That means a lot. I¡¯ve always felt like sort of a screw-up, and with all this,¡±-he said waving his hands around at the city built by the Alliance- ¡°I finally feel like I know my place in the world, and I actually believe I might have a chance at succeeding. I have no clue how I¡¯m going to pull any of it off, but for the first time in my life, I have hope that something different is possible. Something here has been trusted to me¡­ and I¡¯m going to do whatever it takes to make sure you, the kids, and this whole place has a chance to survive what is coming.¡± Then it was his turn to look down, his eyes finding part of his armored jacket that rested over the knot of scar tissue in his side. ¡°We¡¯ve both had that thing inside of us. We know better than anyone that it won¡¯t stop until it consumes everything. If I can keep even one more person from experiencing that¡­ I will.¡± He said, lifting his eyes to find hers beginning to shine in the low light emanating from the moon and stars. Tilly wasn¡¯t sure if what he was saying made sense or not, but he couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that it was important to say something genuine here, even if it wasn¡¯t perfect. He was done pretending to have it all together, hiding behind masks of cool competence or indifferent humor. As cliche as it was¡­ something about her admission made him want to try and be himself¡­ whatever that meant. ¡°Ugh-¡± She groaned, rubbing the heels of her hands into her watering eyes, ¡°It''s never simple is it?¡± Tilly opened his mouth to try and wring some clarity out of the wet rag that was his thoughts but she didn¡¯t give him the chance, ¡° No, I get it. Trust me I do. There is more to life than our little wants. Honestly, in your shoes, I would be doing the exact same thing¡­ but whether this helps or not, I needed you to know that it would hurt to lose you. So don¡¯t go jumping off the first bridge you find because you see a bad guy down there that needs an axe to the face, got it?¡± She finished with a lopsided grin. ¡°Yes, Ma¡¯am.¡± He said, now grinning in return, ¡°If it helps, I have been figuring out all sorts of ways to deliver some serious hurt from a distance.¡± ¡°It would help a lot more if those ways didn¡¯t keep exploding in your face-¡± ¡°... Yeah, that''s a good point. Maybe Kindle can drop some of these off for me.¡± ¡°Cheep.¡± She happily agreed, her mental cheerful acceptance not at all hinting if she understood what Tilly was implying or not. Amelia chuckled at that, stuffing her hands deep into her pockets and rocking back on her heels, ¡°Well, goodnight Jonathan Tillman. Hopefully, I¡¯ll see you in a week or two. Then we can all face whatever is next¡­ together.¡±The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. Something about her last word carried so many layers of meaning, that it took Tilly¡¯s breath away. It was deeper than the possible chemistry between them. In those words, Tilly felt the call of something that he had been chasing his whole life and never felt worthy to obtain. He had looked for it in the Fire department, shattered it after the loss of his daughter, and ran away from it ever since. It was the call to belong to something greater a greater whole than yourself¡­ a family. He choked up then, trying to swallow down the lump in his throat, and in a flurry of impulsive action, slung an arm around her, pulling her into a fierce hug. She squealed in alarm at the sudden movement but as soon as she recognized it for what it was, she answered the strength of his embrace. Wrapping her arms around his chest with a surprising amount of force. ¡°... I won''t waste what¡¯s been given me¡­ I promise.¡± he breathed, through the roiling of his emotions. It was then, clinging to another who cared for him on a fundamental level, that he felt the full weight of his responsibility lifting from his shoulders. It was still there, but instead of weighing him down, he felt a new strength bearing it up, flowing from a place deeper than he currently had the ability to comprehend. He wasn¡¯t in a video game trying to beat the boss. He was fighting for something real, and the conviction that flowed from that realization felt endless in its capability. Having communicated everything he could in his fierce display of body language, his shoulders relaxed, and he let her go, allowing the moment to pass slowly. She came away with a dopey smile on her face and awkwardly shoved her hands back down into her pockets. ¡°No matter what happens, I will see you again¡­ all of you. I can¡¯t promise when, but I¡¯m never letting this go.¡± He declared fiercely. She nodded silently, now the mute member of the duo. But her eyes showed with that same light of resolution, one that spoke of acceptance and hope, all mingled into one. Then with that, she turned on her heels and walked off into the night and Tilly watched her go for a while, letting what had just happened settle down into his soul. Once she turned off the street, he slid open his door and found a fire smoldering in the fireplace adding to the already warm feeling suffusing his whole body. ¡°Whoever keeps this place needs a raise,¡± he muttered to himself as Kindle once again woke from her half-sleep with a happy trill and hopped/ glided into the stacked stone structure to nestle in amongst the dying flames. Tilly smiled tiredly and wandered over to the pile of dried logs, picking up a few and stacking them all around the softly glowing phoenix, who had already fallen back to sleep in the growing heat. With a quick step out to perform a total body immolation consuming all the grit and sweat caked on his skin, he got ready for bed. He had no way to really tell what time it was, but he trusted his body to wake him along with the sun. With a final happy look in Kindle¡¯s direction, he slumped into bed, determined to make the most of what would probably be his last night of comfort for a long time. ¡­ Dawn¡¯s soft light came with the soft sound of his sliding door closing, and Tilly jerked up, reaching for his hatchets. Kindle trilled angrily from her spot in the crook of his neck and he sent her a bleary apology as he stumbled out of bed and found a steaming tray of food next to his door¡­ Tilly sighed in gratitude as he sidled up to the tray tucking into his simple but delicious food. Kindle started pecking at his arm insistently, and he grabbed a few nearby logs and enflamed them, before tossing them into the fireplace until it was almost dangerously full. She cheeped in excitement and dived in immediately beginning to siphon off the heat. Soon enough they were both well-fed, and ready to head out, Tilly looped his hatchets and then moved over to pick up his new belt, now with all of its five slots filled. Hermetic Belt of Multiplication. (Mythic) Holds up to five alchemical-based items, and will protect them from anything short of a Fourth Tier attack. Any item used from this belt will begin to reform on its clip until a complete copy is reproduced. Reformation time dependent on quality level of item. Belt cannot reform anything equal to or above its Quality rating. Tilly smiled grimly as he clipped it back on under the flap of his jacket. His anti-fey improvised explosive sack was his lowest quality item on the belt, only rated at Rare and it had reformed in minutes. That seemed like it would prove to be all kinds of useful in the near future. His highest quality item was ironically the Modified Phoenix Fire Flask or Doom Ducky rated at Legendary. Its description was disappointingly vague, and he hoped to put it to use as soon as possible on the way to the Contested Lands to give it maximum time to reform. Modified Phoenix Fire Flask - aka Doom Ducky (Legendary) Promethean Fire imbued with the Phoenix¡¯s aspect of rebirth and magnified by a dragon glass container enchanted to explode on breaking. Caution this is a Plane First Item. Its effects are untested and unknown. After the Council meeting last night, Tilly could think of several fallen Factions between here and the Contested Lands that would be good candidates for a test of his secret weapon. Places that had descended so deeply into the chaos and hunger of Corruption''s influence that they''d already begun to cannibalize everything around them. Of course, that was if they could convince their resident dragon to actually work with them. Tilly winced at the prospect of getting that thing to do anything helpful¡­ but it wasn¡¯t like they had a choice. He shot a mental invite over to Kindle and she she shook the last of the dying embers from her now-glowing form and hopped into the air from the fireplace, landing on his shoulder with a few flaps of her wings. Her body was already only slightly smaller than his head, and soon she wouldn''t be able to perch on his shoulder anymore¡­ again. This whole bird dad thing was made a lot more complicated by the fact that his bird was immortal and would keep repeating its life cycle. ¡®You ready girl?¡¯ She sent back an image of a hawk diving down on unsuspecting prey and let out a fierce trill. ¡®Agreed. They don¡¯t know what''s coming.¡¯ He sent back, sliding open the door to the bustling city and heading toward the mine-turned-dragon¡¯s lair. Before abruptly coming face to face with Edna the elderly satyr Arborist. Well not really face to face, seeing as her head only came up to Tilly¡¯s chest, but even with the height difference, he always felt like he was somehow looking up at her. B3. Ch. 44 What Team? ¡°Good morning young man!¡± She said cheerily. ¡°Oh, hey Edna! I¡¯m actually just about to head out-¡± ¡°Oh shush. I know you young people are busy! I just wanted to stop by and make sure you were bringing enough food with you before you left on your little trip.¡± Tilly was about to ask how she knew he was leaving¡­ as far as he knew the only people who even knew about the details of the encounter with the dragon were the council and a few of the Alliance¡¯s elites. Then her words actually sunk in. He hadn¡¯t actually packed any food for the trip! His mind had been consumed with weapons and strategies¡­ and he hadn¡¯t actually put a single thought into how long this quest would take, or what practicals he might need to bring¡­ Edna¡¯s eyebrow rose expectantly as she watched Tilly¡¯s thoughts play out over his expression. Once his face had settled on frustrated despair she reached up and patted his cheek affectionately, ¡°Now, now. Don''t you worry, George and I stopped by that nifty little shop they set up across from the bank and picked you up a little gift.¡± she continued, patting his cheek way more times than she needed to. She then reached into a fold of her simple working linens and pulled out a cloth square with four leaf clovers stitched along one side. ¡°Oh Edna, you didn¡¯t have to do that. I can grab something on the way out.¡± Tilly protested weakly as she took his hand and put the strange item in it. As soon as the item touched his skin, he briefly heard a faint melody of fiddles and stomping before it faded away as quickly as he noticed it. ¡°Now, now. You have enough on your plate.¡± She said with a wink, causing Tilly¡¯s eyes to narrow at the pun, ¡°Let us old-timers make sure to keep you fed, and you can focus on the rest. Here now deary, take this. I¡¯m sure you¡¯ll make good use of it. George and I stuffed it chock full of goodies for you.¡± She said, closing his fingers around the item. ¡°Uh. Thank you guys¡­¡± He said peering down at the item. Paden the Leprechaun¡¯s Snack Pocket (Epic) An enchanted piece of cloth produced by the Lucky Charms Faction. When sewn onto a piece of cloth or leather armor, it forms a basic ¡®pocket¡¯ dimension that is charmed to hold food in stasis until it is retrieved. You can not choose which food item emerges when you reach in. Tilly¡¯s eyes barely finished scanning over the system description when the sleeve of his armor suddenly hummed and began to glow. The cuff of his sleeve was barely touching the cloth square, but the area of contact began to vibrate fiercely. Concerned, Tilly tried to separate the two, but the Snack Pocket fuzzed in his hand, moving through his fingers like sand, before disappearing entirely. ¡°What the-¡± Then he felt an absurdly irritating tickling sensation skitter to life on his right buttcheek. He slapped the spot in annoyance, and his hand found a newly added square of material had been stitched onto his pant leg right below the flap of his jacket. Feeling around the edges of the square, and discovering its open top, Tilly grumbled about magic bullshit and flicked open the notification icon that had begun happily flashing the moment he had discovered his new pocket. Congratulations! The base form of your Growth Type Primitive armor set has discovered a compatible enchanted item, and has absorbed its capability, modifying its basic form. +10% to base Endurance. +Pocket Dimension for Snacks. Tilly reread the notification, bemused as he reached into his flat back pocket and pulled out an apple. He looked up to ask Edna how she and George chose- She was gone¡­ He had been freaking Batmanned again. Kindle chirped curiously from his shoulder, and he sent her a quick inquiry of where the older lady had gone. Kindle sent back the bird equivalent of a question mark, leaving Tilly with nothing. He shrugged and took a bite of the apple, which was of course sweet, crisp, and tangy all at once. He had just eaten, but he couldn¡¯t help but groan in delight at how good the fruit was. The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. ¡°New rule,¡± He said around a mouth full of apple as he began to stroll through the city in dawn¡¯s early light, ¡°When Magical Bullshit is working for you, just roll with it. When it works for your enemies¡­ complain bitterly.¡± He announced to himself, happy to have formed a new lens from which to experience the utter unpredictability that Nephesh often operated under. ¡­ A short time later, the sun was just edging over the mountain range, and Tilly was turning the corner of the road that led to the quarry, and entrance to the mine. Erash was already there, waiting deep in thought. Workers bustled around the site, carefully harvesting the last of the dragon glass under Shuji¡¯s watchful eye. Nearby stood a watchful Hiro, still as a statue while his eyes took in everything around him without focusing on anything in particular. ¡°Are we ready?¡± Tilly asked, walking up. He couldn¡¯t help but smirk as he asked the question, well aware of how ridiculous it was, but unable to think of anything else to say in greeting. ¡°Ah, Mr. Tillman, one moment please,¡± Shuji acknowledged in greeting, before turning back to the workers, ¡°That''s it! Clear out and do not return until sent for¡­ Get that last load as far away from here as possible. I say this again, you want to be clear in the next half a stick!¡± He announced loudly. The workers who had already been moving with some urgency, obviously aware of some sort of time frame, doubled their efforts, loading up the large sturdy wagon with huge chunks of slag and semi-melted stone, showing bright veins of the valuable substance. A minute or two later the wagon was loaded up and being hauled off, followed by the entire mining team, some thirty workers with classes suited to the work. ¡°To answer your question,¡± Erash huffed tiredly, looking like she had hardly slept, ¡°None of us is ready for what is coming¡­ But we will all do our best, and desperately hope it is enough.¡± Hiro¡¯s stone visage cracked at that, and a small smile broke up the relentless lines of his normally unreadable expression, ¡°Such is Karma, we play in a game much bigger than ourselves, and it will turn out however it must. In the meantime, we will move our pieces as shrewdly as possible, and be ready for any opportunity that comes.¡± he declared, not taking his eyes from the opening to the mine. ¡°We have truly experienced a meteoric rise to significance on the plane! Such things are rare, and never uncontested!¡± Shuji added ominously. His words were juxtaposed by the bright enthusiastic smile on his face. ¡°Well, if no one else has any final thoughts, I¡¯m going to go wake the dragon and see if we can¡¯t get him moving in the right direction. It''s been six days and we are running out of time.¡± Tilly said, gearing up to once again do something incredibly stupid. This time without the added insurance of access to his Title Abilities, which he had to get back before reaching the Contested Lands. ¡°Yes, the magic of the Wylds is thickening around you. The mark calls to them, and I can hear the sound of the horn in my dreams.¡± Erash breathed, watching the skies warily. ¡°Yeah, about that. I know you are coming, and in any encounter, I will be the obvious target. How do you feel about holding off and staying in reserve as long as possible? I have a few surprises for your Father that will be incredibly dangerous to you, and I would rather save you for dire need than have you openly contributing from the start.¡± ¡°We are in agreement on this. Even if you die, I have vowed to destroy my Father at all costs.¡± She answered darkly. Tilly¡¯s face fell, and he opened his mouth to encourage a slightly earlier intervention but was interrupted by a tremor rippling up through the tunnel and into the quarry, followed by a deep rumbling voice, ¡°You are early, little mice. But no matter, my blood boils for conquest!¡± Those words were followed by an incredibly deep growl that was slowly building into a full-on roar. Tilly sighed, shoving down his answer to the fey princess¡¯ fatalistic outlook, and turning to watch the mouth of the highway-sized tunnel, ¡°Hiro, is our demonstration ready?¡± ¡°Momentarily, Jonathan Tillman.¡± He responded loudly over the growing rumbling of the dragon''s burgeoning roar. In a move almost too fast to follow, Hiro slipped out his sword and waved it lazily a few times before resheathing it. A chunk of stone a few feet in front of Tilly detached itself from the rock wall and cracked to the ground at Tilly¡¯s feet. It was mostly the normal stone that the quarry had been providing for weeks, but the center had formed into a large piece of Dragon Glass after last week''s events. ¡°ROOOOAAARRRR! My time has come!¡± Brokenridge announced as he exploded from the base of the mountain in a flurry of wing and claw. Even as the wind from the Dragon¡¯s too-fast movements hit him, Tilly maintained his calm expression and stepped up next to the chunk of stone. Brokenridge landed in a powerful crouch at the entrance to his lair, blue flames dancing in his eyes and in between his teeth. He had not been lying when he claimed that his strength was directly tied to the worth of the Alliance. However his Domain magic worked, it had fully registered the increase in monetary wealth of the Faction as well as the strengthening of its citizens. Where before the dragon had been imposing in every sense of the word, now he practically radiated power. His scales shone with a metallic gray hue and his teeth and claws practically glowed with sharpness so real, it bridged the gap between actual and conceptual in a way that hurt Tilly¡¯s eyes. ¡°Well done, my sheep. I am pleased with your progress and will reward you with your lives. I go now to win the glory that was always meant to be mine.¡± He breathed triumphantly, each exhale billowing out streams of unintentional flame as Brokenridges energy levels fluctuated wildly. An aura of unquenchable ambition and wild ferocity radiated from the bowl of the quarry, and Tilly found himself having to set his feet against the almost physical pressure, as he breathed in deeply and called out in challenge. ¡°Not so fast, you big lizard! We have a plan that you need to hear!¡± Tilly shouted, puffing out his chest and channeling every bit of machismo he could. The dragon blinked owlishly at his claim, frozen for a moment at the audacity of one of his lessers. Then, in the space between breaths, he moved and was suddenly breathing heavily in front of Tilly, fangs bared just a foot from his face. ¡°Now, my little pet. Push me any further, and I will happily take the paltry loss in strength your death would cost me.¡± Brokenridge breathed. His words washed Tilly in a gentle stream of flames, which, due to their composition, did nothing to him. ¡°I¡¯m happy to go another round big guy¡­ But this time, you¡¯ll be napping for much longer than a week.¡± Tilly growled back. To his surprise, even without his armor in its Dragon Emissary form, he began to feel his own aura manifest under the dragon¡¯s spiritual pressure, flickering brightly like a candle before the sun of Brokenridge¡¯s ancient fury. As the leading edges of their souls pushed against each other, Tilly was shocked to feel how similar they were. Both were more than willing to throw themselves against incredible odds, and both had survived many things that would have destroyed lesser beings. Brokenridge obviously felt it too, as he suddenly cut off the pressure of his aura, and sat back on his haunches, eyeing the human curiously, something that might have been a smile pulling at the edges of his jaw to reveal even more teeth. B3. Ch. 45 Plunder and Pillage ¡°What need do I have of plans? I have a Destiny! It will see me enthroned or dead,¡± the dragon boasted, smoke curling up from his nostrils in apparent unconcern. Taking this as the draconic version of ¡°I''m interested,¡± Tilly continued, ¡°Look, There are two essential pieces of information we want to share with you before you go to meet your ¡®Destiny¡¯. The first is that the Contested Lands are about to be the focus of a plane-wide conflict, and we, your Domain, have a serious stake in the outcome. We will be destroyed if Corruption and its agents win, leaving you much weaker. However, you will be enriched beyond imagination if we somehow overcome their offensive and win.¡± ¡°In light of this reality and possible opportunity for both our parties, we have obtained the location of several Factions aligned with enemy forces that are more or less along the route to the Council Peaks. If these Factions were to be pillaged, it would strengthen your Hoard, and weaken the enemy for further conquest in the future.¡± Tilly finished as confidently as he could. He had rehearsed these points multiple times on the way over and hoped they were framed in such a way that Brokenridge¡¯s greed and ambition would be sufficiently stirred. ¡°I am not some dog to fight your battles, Cur. You may be my Domain, but I will not coddle you, such is the way of our world.¡± The dragon replied, his slit eyes narrowing. Tilly was undeterred, leaning further into his point, ¡°I want to emphasize the Pillaging aspect of our plan. I am not asking you to fight in some battle or defend these lands. I am proposing you to pay a visit to some very wealthy and Corrupt Factions to plunder their treasures and strengthen your Domain. Of course, we will benefit from such actions, but you will benefit even more.¡± Tilly answered, before reaching out his hand to the nearby boulder in anticipation of the dragon¡¯s next objection. ¡°It is I who decides upon whom I pour out my wrath! Not my lessers¡­ besides, I cannot add such treasure to my Hoard without many laborious trips, something that is beneath me. For this reason, I prefer to conquer and collect tribute. It is your place as my subjects to do the collecting and carrying.¡± Tilly lifted his World Ring placing it against the dragon glass melted through the chunk of rock. They had briefly checked this last night and found that he could not harvest the substance straight out of the ground with the looting function of the ring. However, if a sufficient amount was freed from its natural source, he could seamlessly deposit it. In a demonstration of this capability, there was a brief pop of displaced air, and the large stone broke into pieces, with the melted formation at its center gone. ¡°During your rest, I have acquired the ability to instantly capture loot and send it back to the Alliance. Everything I absorb will add to the riches of your Domain, instantly¡­ giving you an incredible advantage and a chance to strengthen yourself further before your contest for the throne. All while increasing the chances of your Domain¡¯s future survival.¡± ¡°Why do you keep mentioning survival? Who dares threaten what is mine?¡± the dragon asked finally, curiosity overcoming his air of indifference. Tilly fought to keep himself from smiling as the conversation moved down the path they had hoped and planned for. ¡°The power you now wield with your breath is set in direct opposition to something called Corruption, a rising cosmic force attempting to claim all of Nephesh. An advance group aligned with this threat plans to take the draconic throne for themselves, and loot all of your people¡¯s treasure.¡± Pfft. The dragon huffed in disbelief, releasing a wave of smoke, ¡°None would dare such a thing¡­ Long Tooth may be old, but he is no fool and will crush any lesser beings who come against him. Besides, just because I have taken this strange power as a part of my Hoard, does not mean I am obligated toward any such squabbling it may represent.¡± He dismissed, looking away. At that moment, Tilly was strangely reminded of a toddler refusing to do some menial task. Now, Tilly may not have been the greatest parent, but as soon as he was faced with reluctance on the dragon¡¯s part, he knew just how to handle it. ¡°Of course! How could we expect anything from you, a being so much greater than us. We simply wanted to share our information before you did as you pleased. I only humbly wish to offer my services. If you bring me along, I will enrich your Domain every chance I get, and I will add my ¡°paltry¡± strength to your attempt for the throne.¡± Tilly answered, his voice clear and only slightly honeyed. The plaintive, almost patronizing tone was completely lost on the dragon, who took the statement with a noble sniff and began whispering to himself in a voice far too loud to be missed by any present, ¡°Many in the Council Peaks will have droves of minions to do their bidding¡­ It would be befitting to have some retinue as I present my challenge¡­ But I loath the thought of carrying such a burden.¡± Then his eyes snapped open, seeming to have come to a decision ¡°I am willing to accept such an arrangement, but only if you have the ability to follow me as I fly. It is completely inappropriate for me to carry anyone, even servants. You will find a way to fly, or I will set out alone.¡± He finished, cocking his reptilian head to the side, as he thoughtfully inhaled through his nose, a slight scent having caught his attention. Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. Before Tilly could answer, the dragon¡¯s eyes dilated, focusing on Tilly¡¯s shoulder as he noticed its passenger for the first time, ¡°Hmmm, interesting. Another of the first races¡­ I have never met your kind in such a young form.¡± ¡°Cheeeep cheep cheep cheep.¡± Kindle twittered somewhat smugly from Tilly¡¯s shoulder sending dense packets of mental information to the Dragon. Tilly missed most of it as the images were too complicated and foreign for him to digest at the speed she sent them. He only vaguely managed to pick out that, Tilly already belonged to her, but she was willing to share, as long as she was given the right to participate in the pillaging. The dragon nodded along, his smugly superior attitude suddenly shifting to something almost cordial as he received direct communication from the adolescent Phoenix. Thankfully, he chose to reply back in a way everyone could understand, ¡°Young one, I would never be so disrespectful as to claim you as a part of my Domain, but your presence here does benefit me greatly. Sojax the Sunborn was honored to have one of your kind as an ally, and over the centuries, her presence in his Domain augmented his fire to an almost legendary degree. He left our people long ago, but his story lives on as an inspiration. I will accept your offer in the spirit it was given, but my condition remains the same. Your human must carry himself if he wants to witness the glory of my ascension.¡± Then Erash spoke up, stepping forward and bowing deeply, ¡°If you will allow it great one. I have a solution that should satisfy all parties.¡± Brokenridge¡¯s head twitched slightly as she spoke as if annoyed by a buzzing near his ear. He didn¡¯t take his eyes away from Kindle, or acknowledge she had spoken in any way, but the Priestess continued, undaunted, ¡°I can perform a spell that will allow me to link objects to you spatially. For the duration of the spell, whatever I link will maintain its spatial buffer with you perfectly, on both the horizontal and vertical plane. In essence, where you go, it will go, and you will be carrying nothing.¡± Finally, the dragon turned toward her, his gaze becoming flat and dismissive, ¡°-No. I tire of two-leg magics¡­ use such things to fly, or be left behind.¡± The dragon huffed, not even considering the proposal for half a second. Erash stumbled at the abrupt rejection, and it was Tilly¡¯s turn to narrow his eyes. That reasoning sounded suspiciously like the dragon was afraid to have anything he didn¡¯t understand cast on him¡­ Then inspiration struck, ¡° Well¡­ how about this rock,¡± Tilly tried, patting one of the larger chunks of the boulder that had fallen away from the demonstration, ¡° If she enchanted it, and then you held it in your claws¡­ you wouldn¡¯t be carrying anyone, and you could dispose of the object at your convenience.¡± He added, trying not to trail off as he heard just how flimsy his logic was. It was basically the same- ¡°Done! You pitiful humans may tie yourselves to this rock, and I will bring it wherever I desire your petty magics to be employed.¡± Brokenridge declared suddenly cutting Tilly¡¯s line of thought off. The dragon rose from his haunches and eyed the rock impatiently. Tilly was floored by the dragon¡¯s shallow logic, but Shuji stepped forward, not hesitating in the least at their chance to further influence Brokenridge¡¯s actions. ¡°Mighty One!¡± He boomed, stepping forward and unfurling a huge piece of parchment from his sleeve, ¡°We have prepared this map for your convenience! It displays our location and the relative direction of the Con-¡± ¡°I know where my throne lies, Snack!¡± Brokenridge interrupted, but Tilly didn¡¯t miss the way his eyes focused intently on the information. Tilly himself had only briefly seen it and joined the dragon in studying it. ¡°Of course!¡± Shuji continued smoothly, not at all put-off but the explosive rejoiner, ¡°We simply marked it as a point of reference. We have taken the liberty to annotate several areas of interest that would perhaps typically be beneath your notice, but have a high probability for rich plunder.¡± The Librarian finished, sounding subservient and professional all at once. Shuji¡¯s map continued to unfurl until it was the size of a banner, and Tilly once again saw the value of his paper magic employed in unpredictable ways, as the map floated in mid-air in front of the dragon¡¯s slitted eyes. The lapin boldly stepped in front of the map and began to point out different words and symbols that occupied the space between the Alliance and the Contested Lands. ¡°This area here, nearest to us, is the Arachnic Supremacy Faction. Their lands are filled with thick forests and deep caves, which do not present you with a very opportune location for plunder. However, at the center of their Faction¡¯s holdings is a large pyramid dedicated to their god. It is said that they surround the central sacrificial chamber with treasures uncountable to honor Arachne. Such a stop would hardly be out of your way, yet could prove very lucrative.¡± Shuji presented these points with waved hands and a low bow. What he didn¡¯t share, was that, as our nearest enemy, there was serious concern about us sending a large force to the field with the Arachnic Supremacy Faction only a few weeks march away. According to the Church¡¯s network, they had completely given themselves over the Corruption under the influence of their minor deity, who seemed to have done the same. ¡°Pssht.¡± The dragon huffed at the name of the Faction¡¯s Patron, ¡°Jumped up insect. She was a bug in our time, and it seems like nothing has changed.¡± He smiled. Tilly wouldn¡¯t have been surprised to spot some drool, with how hungry-looking the dragon had just become. Shuji bobbed his head in response and moved on to another symbol, that stood right in the middle of their line of travel. ¡°Here, we have the Perfected Golem Faction. They were once known for their work with precious metals and gems, but now seem to have abandoned such works in favor of more¡­ organic forms. Their entire Faction is rumored to be undergoing a shift, and there should be many materials stored in their impregnable tower that would be a boon to any force.¡± Brokenridge snorted as Shuji said the word ¡°impregnable¡±, and Tilly fought not to smile. The dragon''s arrogance was incredible¡­ Tilly just hoped it was merited. ¡°Finally, if you continue on in an almost direct line to the Contested Lands, you will pass by the Exalted Slime Fac-¡± ¡°I have heard enough, Snack.¡± Brokenridge interrupted suddenly at the mention of the word ¡°slime¡±, ¡°I have no further need of this almost useless information. I will be the one to choose when and where I pillage. Now,¡± He said, turning to look at Erash, ¡°cast your little two-legged spell, Gnat and we will be off. I refuse to lose any more time to useless ramblings.¡± He finished with a smoky huff. ¡®Says the guy who took a six-day nap¡¯ Tilly fought with all his might to keep the thought from coming out as a grumble as Erash gracefully stepped forward and began to cast her enchantment on the large rock Tilly had indicated. B3. Ch. 46 Dragon-Air Tilly stepped back from the broken pieces of boulder while Erash did her thing. He eyed the impatient dragon and rested his hands on his hatchets, attempting to look unconcerned. His mind however was a whirlwind of nervous energy as he realized they had actually done it! Brokenridge was going to at least partially assist them in taking out some key enemy Factions and hopefully arrive at the Contested Lands significantly ahead of most other elements. Now all he had to do was survive long enough to get a few levels and make it to his fated meeting with Oberron all in one piece. Erash had not been very forthcoming about her method of flight, and with everything else he had been worrying about, he had pushed it from his mind. Now as the blue fiery script began to glow around the torso sized chunk of rock, all sorts of wild ideas of what could go wrong began to run through his head. Forget being eaten alive by spiders. What if the dragon just ran him into the side of a mountain by accident? ¡­Well with his Endurance that probably wouldn¡¯t be fatal, but it sure as hell wouldn¡¯t be fun. The High Priestess interrupted his anxious spiral, ceasing her whispered chant over the rock and turning toward him, her flame-tipped staff glowing ominously. ¡°The spell is very specific, Mr. Tillman, so in the interest of comfort I will attempt to target your torso, leaving your extremities free,¡± She said, making significant eye contact to make sure he understood the implications¡­ which he wasn¡¯t sure he did. All he could extract from her wording was that the targeted part of his body would be frozen in the spell while he was linked to the object. She then pointed to a little rock outcropping about thirty feet back from the enchanted rock, ¡°Now I think it would be best if we position ourselves behind and above this object, to help us react in the event of a sudden landing,¡± she added specifically not looking over at the dragon, he responded to the possibility with a derisive snort, and Tilly stole a glance over to see that he had already set his legs into a ready crouch, eyeing the pair. Not wasting any further time, Tilly turned and followed the fey princess as she made for the outcropping at a jog, hopping to its top easily, and shifting over so there was space for him to do the same. He made the ten-foot jump easily, not even hesitating to take on something that would have been impossible a few months ago. As he landed, she quickly added, ¡°Now I will be able to adjust my position in real-time, but I cannot affect your link unless both targets are still, so once positioned you are committed until I break the bond. I would say you should be able to flex your will to break free in an emergency, but I honestly don¡¯t think you have the Strength or Wisdom to affect this spell¡­¡± She trailed off somewhat patronizingly. Tilly winced at the dig, and then Erash¡¯s eyes narrowed over his shoulder at the dragon, to whom she realized she might have just revealed too much. She had the grace to look momentarily abashed, before beginning her chant. ¡°Hurry, Gnat. I tire of waiting. My time has come, and I refuse to be delayed by my lessers.¡± Brokenridge growled. Tilly felt Erash¡¯s magic begin to form a tight layer of immaterial energy around his chest, and he breathed in uncomfortably. The magic adjusted, somehow making allowance for the slight movement of his muscles and lungs. Once he was sure he would retain the ability to breathe, he turned toward Hiro, making eye contact. The de facto leader of the Three-Fold Alliance gave him a small nod, face revealing nothing of his internal thoughts. His crystalline eyes however, sparkled and Tilly realized that the lapin was amused at the prospect of Tilly hurtling through the air attached to a rock by a magic string. That realization, plus Shuji¡¯s huge grin of encouragement, elicited a warm chuckle from Tilly in response. He mentally shot a quick request to Kindle as the magic sealed around him, and Erash began waving her staff over herself, activating a ready version of the same spell. Thankfully, Kindle complied without complaint and burrowed into the back of his jacket collar as the spell around his torso became palpable. She sent him an image of a chick in a warm nest, and then as if it had been included in the conversation the whole time, his armor shifted. The thick leather lining his back and shoulders loosened slightly, creating a warm, hump-back-looking compartment for the phoenix, just outside of the bounds of the spell. Once he realized how stupid he probably looked his chuckle returned with force, as a fool¡¯s nervous grime plastered itself on his face. Then, in between exhalations, his chuckle was cut off as he felt his torso lock in place, suddenly unable to move. He shifted uncomfortably, not in any pain, but not liking the restraining nature of the enchantment. ¡°Great One, we are ready to serve. Take us where you will!¡± Erash announced, tilting her eyes down to her feet in a servile manner. Tilly tried not to scowl at her obvious performance. That paired with her almost cold attitude toward him was starting to get under his skin. ¡°Finally!¡± The dragon all but yelled, taking a leaping step forward, and snatching the boulder, which sat like a ping pong ball in its huge claws. Then with a strong beating of his wings and a powerful push upward from his legs, the dragon shot off into the air. Tilly was barely able to register any of this as he was suddenly jerked up and backward at an incredible speed, his torso pulling hard enough to maintain its relative position to the enchanted rock. If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement. The movement knocked the breath out of Tilly and if it wasn¡¯t for his extraordinary Endurance, he probably would have sustained several injuries from whiplash. The ground rapidly fell away beneath them and Tilly had to fight off the urge to puke at the unexpected movement paired with the downward Gs pressing on his body. He squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to reposition his extremities, so that they were tensing at the right times to sink with the dragon¡¯s wing beats. When he finally had the hang of it, Tilly opened his eyes and turned to glare at Erash, who seemed to be sitting comfortably in an invisible armchair of some sort. The scene was made even more bizarre by the blurring of the landscape that slowly became a vague smudge as they ascended into the clouds. The noise of the wind was almost deafening, and instead of making a fool of himself trying to say something, he tried to shove as much of his frustration and disapproval into his stare as possible, glaring daggers at the fey. After a moment, she seemed to feel his gaze and turned away from watching the dragon. She winced at his expression and moved her mouth wordlessly. A slight thrum preceded a pop and the sound of the wind suddenly died. Her servile expression was gone, replaced by one of slight concern and chagrin. In the face of such a dramatic change, Tilly felt the lines of his face slacken. ¡°I¡¯m sorry for that¡­ah, Tilly¡­ It was Shuji¡¯s idea to display some animosity between us before the dragon. Our prevailing worry was that a united front would weaken our chance to obtain a working agreement. However, if we appeared fractured and ambitious, perhaps the dragon would be quicker to agree to a plan motivated by things it could more readily understand.¡± Her explanation issued forth in a rush, and Tilly could almost feel her desire to be understood. A mix of feelings met her words; a brief ping of frustration at once again being thrown into one of Shuji¡¯s schemes without warning, and a sudden hollowness at the abruptness of his departure. But none of these were as prominent as the warmth he felt at hearing her use his preferred name. Then her words registered more deeply, and he shot a concerned look at the dragon flying thirty feet in front of them, ¡°Should you-¡± ¡°Worry not,¡± She said, catching his look, ¡°this is a simple wind-dampening charm, and it will do nothing to help his hearing. I am confident that we will be able to converse temporarily without tipping him off.¡± ¡°Why only temporarily?¡± ¡°I know not when he will slow or stop, so I fear we must keep this brief. Thank you for your kindness yesterday¡­ It meant a lot to me. The last weeks have not been easy as certain revelations have been made available to me, and I am afraid I have not been the kindest of companions.¡± Tilly slowly nodded, ¡°Kind or not, a lot of people are depending on us. It''s going to take more than that to distract me from our mission. Now how are you going to stay hidden during the raids? I have a plan for healing and hope to avoid needing your intervention until we confront your father. Erash blinked slowly a few times, clearly having trouble processing how quickly Tilly let the matter drop. Then as if coming to her senses, she caught up with his question, ¡°Oh, well as to that,¡± she said, lifting her offhand before them, ¡°You have yet to see the true specialty of my people. I am tied to the elements more than most, but that has not weakened my ability to weave a glamor in the slightest,¡± then she snapped her fingers and disappeared completely. Tilly blinked owlishly and lifted his hand hesitantly to wave through the air where she had just been sitting. The jerking rock of the dragon¡¯s ascension began to ease as his hand passed through empty space. However, the howling wind had not returned, ¡°Are you still there?¡± He asked, whispering for some reason. ¡°Yes Tilly,¡± she answered from nearby, her voice taking on a somewhat disembodied quality, ¡°But to maintain two spatial enchantments, and keep myself hidden will take much of my concentration, and if I am not careful, I will use up all of my mana before we arrive. Take this,¡± she said, and out of nowhere a small twig with a single bud floated over to him. ¡°It will attach itself to your armor wherever you press it. Snap it if you need me to break the enchantment without revealing my presence. I will be monitoring you from a distance from now on and will only intercede to save your life. For anything short of that, I will limit myself to observation until we encounter my father¡­ Good luck, Tilly,¡± she finished, her words trailing off as if there was more she wanted to say, but did not know how to say it. ¡°Hey Erash, I¡¯m glad you¡¯re here¡­ and between you and me, we are going to kick some Corrupt fey ass.¡± he finished with a fierce smile, as their ascent slowed further, and the sound of the wind returned. Tilly thought he barely caught a girlish-sounding giggle before the howling built back to its full roaring. He turned back toward the dragon and watched as the creature¡¯s flight leveled off above the clouds. The air was much colder up here, and unconsciously Tilly manifested flames on his body to ward off the chill. They flickered in the wind but continued burning undaunted in a micro version of Flames Wrath. He peeked up at his mana bar once he noticed and found that it was barely being drained by the smaller version of the Ability. Kindle was happily absorbing much of what he was putting off his back, leaving it prickly with cold. Tilly didn¡¯t begrudge her the snack though, figuring he would be cutting off the technique soon enough. The council had estimated flight time to the first Faction at between 3 and 5 sticks, so he had time to let his stores build back up, even after some use. And he always had his emergency Wisdom booster item if he needed it. He wanted to save it for a true emergency because he had no idea how long it would take to reform as a Legendary Quality item. But he wouldn¡¯t hesitate if it meant saving his life or accomplishing one of their main objectives. Brokenridge¡¯s angled ascent slowed to a complete stop and he hovered there, flapping his great wings in a steady cadence. This high up, Tilly thought he could detect a slight curve in the horizon¡­ For some reason, Tilly had always pictured Nephesh as flat¡­ but now- ¡°You are truly blessed this day.¡± The dragon spoke, his voice carrying easily to Tilly¡¯s position, ¡°For you will witness what few on this plane have; A dragon entering true flight.¡± Tilly could almost hear the emphasis on those last two words but the dragon continued, sending forth mental images to Kindle along with his words, ¡°Pay attention little one, for your kind are some of the few to share this Ability with our noble race.¡± Kindle sent back the impression of a hawk¡¯s piercing vision, and up ahead Brokenridged bobbed his serpentine head, ¡°Good, we will be arriving in the midst of our first prey¡¯s den soon, prepare yourself, chaff, I don¡¯t want you dying before you collect what is mine.¡± He finished ominously. Tilly was about to quip something back when Brokenridge¡¯s body began to glow a purplish color, and his gut warned him to shut up and buckle down. The glow intensified and Tilly grabbed the back of his head and tucked it down, pulling his legs up into fetal position and wrapping his other arm around his knees, tensing as much as he was able. B3. Ch. 47 Next Stop- Nope. Tilly was not sure if he would have survived the sudden acceleration if he had not prepared the way he did. Even curling his whole form into a tight ball and tensing against the incredible application of force that his body experienced did not completely mitigate the tearing that he experienced along his hip flexors, shoulder sockets, and neck. Each of these points took the majority of the force as they clutched around his torso, fighting the immense application of G¡¯s on his body. After a few eternal seconds, the acceleration died down, and they leveled out at a speed Tilly couldn¡¯t comprehend. The roaring of the wind had become a scream that strained even Tilly¡¯s tough eardrums, and he was suddenly immensely thankful that Kindle had already curled into such a protected position behind his body. Sharp pain stabbed into his joints and he growled in pain, opening his eyes briefly to find that he had lost 15% of his health in that maneuver. He had probably just dislocated or even torn something in each of his extremities. Whatever their estimations of Brokenridge¡¯s airspeed had just been proven wrong. At this pace, there was no way he would be flying for hours if the dragon was truly going to make a play for the arachnid Supremacy Faction. In fear of a much shorter window of time, Tilly immediately cut off his small expenditure of Mana keeping the bitter cold away and added a stinging numbness to the sensations attempting to rip through his body, as he held on for dear life while being hurled through the air at what might have been supersonic speeds. ¡®Kindle! Are you ok girl?¡¯ he sent desperately, gritting his teeth as he felt his health slowly start to tick up as the strain of acceleration died off, and his Constitution started to kick in. She sent back a serious affirmative, mingled with a small amount of ambition at witnessing the speed of such an elder creature in flight. ¡®Ha, well If you ever do figure out how to do this, leave me on the ground.¡¯ Tilly replied as he tentatively tried to lift a few of the fingers holding down his head. The wind resistance instantly snatched at them, attempting to pull his hand away from its position, and he cried out in effort as he forced them back down. His arms burned as he continued to strain against the pressure of the wind. His concern about arriving too early all but vanished and he began to wonder how long it would take to get there at this speed. and he was suddenly concerned that the dragon would not be arriving at their destination fast enough. Tilly had no idea how long he had to hold the position, his methods of marking the passing of time having been reduced to a fight against the growing pain in his extremities, and a deep ache at the points of initial damage that were having trouble healing under constant use. It might have been minutes, or even as much as an hour, but eventually, the piercing shriek of the wind quieted to a howl, and he slowly attempted to straighten out. Eyes wincing in pain, he noted that they were still above the clouds and that his Mana had time to completely refill. He was in no mood to do the math, but he figured the Dragon would only be slowing for one reason, and he eyed his Health, which still hovered around 95%. His regen had fought a running battle against the strain of continued use, and it had slowed his healing considerably. But he decided that a little discomfort wasn¡¯t worth the risk of using his potion to get back up to full health while he had the chance, even if it would probably regenerate on the belt in a matter of minutes. a risk he would take if it meant saving his potion. The purplish glow was still present around the dragon, but it slowly faded as Tilly watched. Feeling time grow short, he began attempting to roll his neck and extremities, working out the painful cramps before he needed to use them. Even with the pace of their flight drastically slowed, he felt a little like a plastic bag rolling through the parking lot, as the wind caught his motions at odd angles and yanked on his arms and legs, attempting to move him off of his magically enforced trajectory. He looked around briefly during his flailing and found no sign of Erash. After a moment, he focused back on the dragon. Somehow he doubted the creature would give them any warning before arriving and starting the attack, and in a bout of nervous energy, he reviewed what little information they had given him at the meeting last night as they developed the plan. Aside from the centrality of the Temple in their lands, and the general spider-themed nature of their classes, very little hard information had been collected by the Church. They traded in many venoms and cursed items on the open market, but had almost zero non-faction presence in their lands. In fact, Tilly was pretty sure the church¡¯s knowledge of the temple had more to do with divine revelation than anyone having actually visited this Faction in person, so he was more or less going in blind. However, with his extreme Endurance, and his [Hostile Environment] title, it was thought that he had a good chance of surviving such a raid, and its potential upside for the Alliance was huge. They would take their nearest enemy off the board in the near term, and for Tilly specifically, it gave him a chance to rebalance his stats and gain back his biggest trump card¡­ He just had to live through the encounter. Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Tilly pulled up the title description one more time, more to reassure himself than for lack of any information, [Hostile Environment]: Due to the unique nature of your build, foreign substances have a hard time persisting within your physical body. Poisons, Viruses, and Physical Curses will be 50% less effective against you. This Title scales with Endurance. The council, and Shuji especially, had insisted that his build and this title made him a hard counter to many of the Abilities the Arachnid Supremacy was known for. While they had no direct evidence for this due to the Faction¡¯s reclusive nature, it was postulated that Origin¡¯s Flame with its purifying nature would be especially effective against a poison and curse-oriented build. Especially since it seemed that they had decided to augment their power with Corruption. Brokenridge¡¯s speed had slowed considerably and Tilly thought he was going to start descending soon, giving them a better look at the ground below. The layer of clouds they had been flying above had gotten thicker and to Tilly¡¯s eye, they had gained a slight mustardish hue that made the hair on his neck stand on end. He had no clue how the dragon was navigating with so little information and worried that the glance it had taken of their map had not nearly been enough to give the Brokenridge the information he needed to locate these other factions. Tilly was jerked away from that line of thought as his momentum was suddenly arrested. He whipped his head off from the clouds below to see that Brokenridge had fanned out his wings harshly, eating up all his momentum with powerful backbeats.. After only a few physics-defying motions, the dragon had completely arrested his forward progress to hover in place, breathing deeply through his nostrils, and releasing a fiery sneeze into the air. ¡°Disgusting bugs!¡± He growled. Tilly looked around to see what he was missing, as Brokenridge reared back his head, breathing in even deeper than before, and released a huge gout of smoke. The substance was expelled from his nostrils, billowing out before the dragon in an immense cone that covered an area far greater than should have been possible. As the smoke roiled out over the open air, a network of almost invisible strands, glowing a sickly green flashed into being. They reached up from the cloud cover, high into the stratosphere, and covered almost every foot of available air space before him. Tilly was about to ask the dragon what they were looking at, but he beat him to the punch, ¡°Two legs, gird your loins. My wrath has long smoldered, and it is time for the world to remember my fury.¡± The dragon declared loudly as if he was addressing a crowd, his eyes however stayed focused on the construct before him. ¡°Are we ther-AAHHHGGG¡± Tilly shouted back, his question interrupted as the dragon tucked his wings and dropped from the sky like a stone. Tilly¡¯s stomach tried to climb out of his throat and he swallowed down his scream, and he once again had to fight to pull his arms and legs in, attempting to mirror the dragon¡¯s dive. They plunged into the clouds, and Tilly almost immediately started to feel tingling on his lips and in his eyes. He did his best to ignore it, and hoped his natural resistance would be enough. He lost sight of the dragon through the impressively thick clouds, but he felt the pace of their fall increase past terminal velocity. Then, the clouds were gone and Tilly found himself following in the wake of Brokenridge, who was eagerly pumping his wings through the dive, adding speed to their terrifying approach. Looking past the dragon, Tilly saw that the landscape was grayish-brown in color. The angle of their dive became slightly less acute with each beat of the dragon''s wings, without losing any of its speed. Ahead of them, rising through the canopy of what Tilly could now make out was a sea of dead trees, choked with webbing, was a huge ziggurat, rivaling the size of the temple mountain back in the Alliance. Just as Tilly realized their angle of approach would bring them somewhere near the top of the structure, Brokenridge roared in challenge. They had passed well into whatever magic that invisible webbing had represented, and the canopy below them began to shudder with movement. Tilly hoped that they were still too high to be attacked physically, but even as he formed that thought, as one, the trees below lit up with green and yellow lights, like sickly beacons, and a barrage of magic reminiscent of anti-aircraft artillery was launched in the air. Huge constructs of poisonous-looking Mana rose up into the air. They did not move nearly fast enough to catch the dragon by surprise, but they choked the air ahead of them, and Tilly doubted Brokenridge had enough maneuverability to dodge through the thick screen of magic at this speed. But the dragon had already committed to his dive and was going to have to break it off or endure whatever sort of attack these spells represented. Tilly tensed his body for another jerking stop, but it never came. Instead, the Dragon reared back his head without slowing and thrust his open jaws forward, releasing a gout of flame that barely had enough strength to move ahead of him. Instead, the fire rolled back over his body and trailed behind him like a comet, reaching so far as to wash Tilly in its thankfully harmless flame. Brokenridge continued to slowly release his breath attack, becoming a flaming projectile, and crashing into the anti-air barrage. The fire incinerated the techniques before they could have any effect, effectively neutralizing the defense altogether. Tilly couldn¡¯t tell if the move was born of pure battle lust or unbelievable instincts, but in a matter of moments, they had cleared the vast majority of the aerial defenses around the central structure of the Faction¡¯s lands and were almost to the structure. Once through, Brokenridge¡¯s flame died out, and he took another huge inhale, this time blanketing the area in his aura, ¡°You have been marked, insects. Time to burn.¡± He roared, his words falling like a physical weight, pressing down on Tilly¡¯s chest and stirring a deeply instinctual fear. Till had to fight not to look away from the Dragon in his fury, as his bodily urge demanded he somehow flee the apex predator. Then in a completely unexpected move, his wings shot out right before they arrived at the ziggurat, and he took another immense inhalation, beginning to glow a silvery white. ¡°How dare you, Snake.¡± A raspy voice exploded from the top of the pyramid even as countless many-legged creatures fled before the dragon¡¯s wrath. The voice however was coming from the top of the ancient building, and a tarantula the size of a city block exploded from its roof in a shower of shattered sandstone. Before landing above the newly made hole. Level 134 Teranchulic Broodmother ¡°I will feed you to my kin, impudent one, and you will strengthen our kind!¡± She spat. Tilly could almost feel the smile on the dragon¡¯s face as he replied with an exhalation unlike any Tilly had seen. The silvery glow concentrated around his slowly opening jaws, and the air around them warped with concentrated heat. ¡°Die!¡± She shouted, planting her legs and jumping at their position in an almost instantaneous movement Ability. B3. Ch. 48 Face Huggers Brokenridge released his beam of superheated energy just in time to arrest the giant spider¡¯s insanely fast jump attack. For the millisecond that it had been frozen before them, Tilly was shocked by its size, which he had to re-estimate to something closer to a football field. The supercharged breath attack hit it square in the abdomen, stopping the bus-sized fangs from reaching the dragon by a few feet, and launching it back toward the stone structure. ¡°AAAHHSSSS!¡± she hissed as the Brokenridge¡¯s attack slammed her into the side of the artificial mountain, and buried her in melting stone. The attack cut off after another few seconds in an incredible display of power. Screams and hisses rose in a collective wail from the surrounding forest, seeking to assault Tilly¡¯s senses, but his amulet grew frosty on his chest, absorbing the psychic attack. Completely unbothered, the dragon turned his head, sparing Tilly a glance, ¡°I will crush the bugs, you go and fetch me my spoils.¡± He growled in a low voice, pulling back his draconic arm. ¡°How-Ahhhh!¡± Tilly screamed in reply as the dragon launched the stone in his hand toward the top of the ziggurat. This not being the first time he had been thrown, Tilly managed to choke down his scream and tense his body as it whipped through the air at speeds only possible due to the dragon¡¯s legendary Strength. The several-hundred-pound stone ripped through the air in a beeline for the shattered opening left by the Broodmother. To his relief, the projectile rushed perfectly through the opening, and Tilly followed, his shallow vector of pursuit allowing him to run the same path as the stone like a train on its rails. He passed through the gaping opening and the darkness of the space robbed him of his vision as he plunged through the air, now traveling through what seemed to be the hollow inside of the mountain. He desperately snapped Erash¡¯s twig, and almost immediately felt the magic¡¯s hold begin to loosen, right as the stone ahead of him crashed into the ground. The timing was almost impossibly perfect, as the link around him was ripped free, taking on much of the shearing force of the sudden stop, and allowing Tilly to continue forward at a much-reduced speed, with only a few bruised ribs. Moving on instinct, he brought his arms ahead of him just before he crashed into the ground somewhere near the rock¡¯s impact zone. His incredibly sturdy bones cracked as he impacted at an angle sliding through dozens of strange protruding rocks that jutted from the ground of his impact site. The protrusions significantly softened his landing, shattering upon impact and releasing a gushing warm liquid. Tilly groaned as he finally slid to a stop against one of the protrusions. He had crashed head first, sliding on his stomach in the hopes of protecting Kindle from any of the kinetic destruction his body had just undergone. ¡®Are you alright?¡¯ He sent along with his groan. His hands clutched along his belt to find the clasp holding the health potion. Once he found it, he hesitated, checking his health. Health: 65% Kindle let out a squawk of surprise, but he could feel her pulling free from his jacket, and he decided to wait on the potion until he knew what he was facing. Tilly got to his feet gingerly, as Kindle finished pulling free of his collar, her soft glow illuminating his immediate environment. Before him, arranged in seemingly random clusters were the stony ovular protrusions he had felt along his crash vector. They continued down the interior slope of the mountain as far as he could see. Tilly¡¯s heart sank and his bile rose as he turned back to look at the path of destruction his crash landing had left. Shattered protrusions reached back into the darkness along the line of his landing, and his eyes focused in on the nearest one¡­ almost reluctantly investigating its contents. At this point, the potion at his belt, and even the distant pain of his injuries were forgotten. Amid the shattered stone-like shell and the splattered viscous liquid was a pale creature made up almost entirely of broken legs and a long vertebrate tail. A shiver of terror ran up Tilly¡¯s spine, as he spun around, trying to keep all of his surroundings within his field of vision¡­ ¡°Kindle, we need light. Now!¡± He whispered harshly, his voice tinged with a slight edge of panic. He had seen way too many movies where some hapless fool discovered a field of eggs. It never worked out well for him. She trilled in an affirmative, fire blazing to life along her plumage as she leaped into the air, gaining altitude with every flap of her wings. As she rose, more and more of the interior of the structure was illuminated, revealing a chamber many times the size of an NFL football stadium. As her light reached further to illuminate the whole of the interior, Tilly saw the egg clusters covering every available surface of the interior of the structure, including the walls and ceiling, with the exception of the very center of the basin. ¡°Nope, nope, nope, nope.¡± He immediately began muttering to himself as he oriented toward the bottom of the interior and started to jog downward as fast as he could without touching any more of the eggs. Kindle dove back down and hovered about twenty feet above him, giving him better light for his flight to the center of the structure. He could just barely make out a huge statue standing in the open space made noticeable by its absence of eggs. The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. The closer he got, the more the layout of the center became clear. Tilly leaned fully into his Dexterity to keep his pace supernaturally quick, without touching any of the nightmarish protrusions. Kindle¡¯s light began to sparkle and shine as it hit the area around the statue, illuminating huge piles of treasure¡­ ¡®Ok, don¡¯t panic¡­ Steal the treasure and get out¡­ Fight a few bigger spiders on the way out¡­¡¯ Tilly formed his plan in half-panicked thoughts as he rushed down the last few hundred feet of slope. As he approached, he slowed and pulled up his notification log, needing to confirm what he already feared. He scrolled it back sixty seconds and found what he was looking for, the moment of impact. You have sustained environmental damage. - 13% Health -1.2% Health -2% Health You have encountered a hostile entity. Level 1 Arachnid Parasite. You have destroyed an Arachnid Parasite. +.002 % to your next level. You have destroyed an Arachnid Parasite. +.002 % to your next level. You have destroyed an Arachnid Parasite. +.002 % to your next level. You have destroyed an Arachnid Parasite. +.002 % to your next level. Tilly barely dodged around another cluster as his speed increased. He was in a chamber the size of a super stadium chock-full of face huggers... He didn¡¯t care if they were only level one¡­ he couldn¡¯t stand the thought of any of them even touching him, let alone getting any more of their goop on him. His eyes flicked up to his HUD and the new experience readout he had added next to his name came into view. He had made some changes after his talk with Ichiro and Hiro about the Level 50 bottleneck, and the way most higher-level beings handled it. Level: 37 (17/100% Experience until next level.) Getting rid of the frankly unwieldy experience numbers had been a relief, but that dismally small percentage next to his level depressed him as he realized he would have to kill¡­ God, he hated math. The answer was too many. He would have to kill too many of these things to get to his next level, and he wasn¡¯t sure he had anything in his arsenal to get the job done. He didn¡¯t have the Wisdom to sustain any sort of damage output over that period of time, even if he swapped stats, and without his superlative Titles in effect, any sort of ace with an empowered intelligence was out as well. That left his normal moves only, and he couldn¡¯t think of a synergy that would be enough to handle these things if they all woke up. His dislocated shoulder snapped back into place as he leaped the last of the clusters and arrived at the piles of treasure, further illuminating the statue of this Faction¡¯s Patron. It was thirty feet tall and unsurprisingly had a spider¡¯s abdomen, which seemed to be stabbed into the ground in some way. The rest of its body, however, was more unexpected. The spider''s thorax only had six legs, and its thorax shrunk down into a petite waist of an incredibly attractive woman wearing a corset and holding a staff with a huge malformed emerald at its tip. His approach slowed as moved forward in a crouch as quietly as possible until he was within arms reach of the treasure piles. Mounds of gold and silver, taller than Tilly, and interspersed with jewels had been dumped all around the statue, whose womanly top half had her arms open wide in a posture of acceptance. The statue¡¯s eyes were blindfolded, but her mouth displayed a small, almost playful smile. Her lower lip was dimpled by a pair of wicked-looking fangs, somewhat dispelling the allure of her form. A roar sounded above, shaking the entire structure before the whole thing shook with another huge impact against its side. Rocks rained on from the ceiling, crushing a few more clusters, and Tilly winced, looking around. Thankfully, the eggs remained dormant. Whatever was supposed to trigger their hatching had not been activated. Tilly allowed himself the slightest sigh of relief, and stepped up to the nearest treasure pile, reaching out his hand with the world ring, and sending a tiny pulse of Mana to activate it. Nothing happened, and his worried wince turned into a deep frown of concern as he once again pulled up his notification log. Warning, you have attempted to loot claimed objects of value from another entity. The owner of these objects has been notified of your attempted deposit. Just as he had finished reading the last line of the notification, a sound like a grating stone broke the silence of the room in front of him, and he looked up to find the statue had turned its head in his direction. ¡°Oh sh-¡± ¡°EEEEEEEEE¡± The statue opened its mouth emitting a strangely siren-like wail before a disembodied voice resounded through the structure. ¡°Arise, Little ones. Feast on the profaner of our domain!¡± Tilly tore his gaze from the moving statue to sweep over the sea of eggs, instantly calling his hatchets to his hands and covering himself in Wrath¡¯s Shroud. The eggs, as far as his eyes could see, started to shiver and crack, and Kindle let out a battle cry, swooping down and laying a stream of fire at the nearest clusters. Mind racing, Tilly ran through his options. Doom Duckie was out, he had no clue what it would do and he refused to find out at close range. His shroud would only last another 98 seconds at best before he ran out of Mana. A Flame¡¯s Expulsion, even if he went all out and swapped his Endurance for Intelligence while using his title [All or Nothing] would still result in a limited-range explosion, leaving him empty before even half of these things were done. That left burning one of his items, or giving up some experience¡­ Spindly legs started to burst forth from the nearest eggs, and Tilly¡¯s face fell as he realized what he had to do. A quick mental command to his armor caused it to shift from its base form to the slick black leather and chitin of the Nullspider set, embedded with a network of strange patterns and chiplike pathways. The eggs nearest to him burst open, and several dozen, face-sized, multi-legged forms shot through the air at him. Tilly boosted his passive Shroud and watched with some satisfaction as they were almost instantly incinerated as they touched his flames. The floor, wall, and even ceiling of the structure seemed to be moving, as the entire creepy infant spider population came to give his face a nice warm hug. He didn¡¯t know how these parasites worked, but he sure as hell wasn¡¯t going to find out today. They continued to throw themselves against his Shroud, which was rapidly depleting his Mana, he briefly pulled up the Mana Overdrive description one last time, to make sure he was ready to set himself even further back. -Mana Overdrive: You may perform abilities without paying the Mana cost in exchange for unused Experience stored in the subspace of your soul at a rate of 100:1 while wearing the Null Spider Set. B3. Ch. 49 Eight-Legged-Freaks The press of bodies flinging themselves at him was increasing rapidly and the defense of his shroud was about to be overwhelmed. The sheer weight of their numbers resulted in the uptick of another few percentage points of experience, but it wouldn''t be nearly enough¡­ Tilly sighed deeply and activated Mana Overdrive. The armor-linked Ability locked into place, overlaying his Pathways with a new meta-network of reality-bending patterns, that reached into whatever space the System banked his experience and began to convert it. Unfortunately, the change in energy sources was not seamless. His shroud flickered briefly as the mechanism for its output shifted. In that brief moment, the nightmarish creatures pressed in, actually landing on him and immediately attempting to dig into his flesh. All over his body, the creatures tried and failed to shove their proboscis-like tails into his extremely tough skin. Tilly roared in disgust, reigniting his shroud, and then seamlessly shifting it into a full Flame Expulsion. In that moment of desperation, Tilly realized just how closely linked each of his abilities was. Each one was just an extension of the other, and in a brief moment of insight, he felt the potential for the empowered pattern in his pathways to build in complexity. The force of the expulsion flung the creatures back, incinerating every living thing within fifty feet of his position and the moment was gone. His flames even rolled over the statue, causing hissing sparks to fly as his purifying flames met with the caustic magic empowering the thing and began to react. He felt the rest of his Mana bottom out accompanied by the eerie sensation of the patterns embedded in his armor whirling to life. Experience was pulled in and converted to Mana before rushing to fill the pattern being empowered by his will within his pathway network. He shoved more of his newly gained energy into his Ability forcing the normally explosive technique to put out flames in all directions continuously. Arachnid Parasites started to form living waves of mindless fury as their numbers built up all around him, crashing against his sphere of flame and attempting to press in and destroy its source. The statue leered at him, mouth held agape in a silent scream. Tilly¡¯s flames danced and sparked all around form and he could see the aura of energy, especially around her staff, warping and sparking as it struggled to deal with the power of his flames which were so perfectly suited to counter her own. Tilly grit his teeth as something reminiscent of a cramp started to form in his metaphysical network of pathways. The strain he was putting on them was unique, like holding your leg in an unfamiliar position for too long, forcing them to endure magical pressure from vectors that were novel to his system. Even with thousands of the creatures dying pointlessly by the second, they continued to leap into the furnace that was his Ability. However even with their deaths adding to his experience bank, the conversion was too wasteful, and he watched in growing concern as the percentage on his HUD slowly dropped. It had only been half a minute, but he had already lost the experience he had gained before activating Mana Overdrive and now it was dropping below ten percent. Most of his focus was on maintaining the pattern for his Expulsion, but he distractedly reached down and found his Wisdom-boosting solution. His hand froze on the vial, hesitant to use it even in the midst of this nightmare, for fear of even more dire situations in the near future. It was another Legendary Quality item, and if he spent it now, the belt might not be able to reconstitute it in time for their next raid¡­ or hell, at Brokenridge¡¯s insane speed, anything he used above Epic quality, might not even be available when they arrived at the Contested Lands. Further crashing sounded from above, emphasizing that this was not the only battle occurring at the heart of this Faction. Tilly¡¯s eyes shot up to the gaping hole in the ceiling, before falling back to the masses churning at the edge of his Ability. Thankfully, they were clearly not very intelligent and continued to fling themselves against what had essentially become a huge version of Wrath¡¯s Shroud. Yet even with all of their deaths extending the life of his Ability, the 100:1 conversion was just too steep, and his stored experience continued to slowly fall. The statue''s silent scream suddenly shrieked back to life, its form blazing with caustic green energy, temporarily pushing back the flames. It raised its staff in an offensive gesture and a spellwork formed over the huge emerald embedded in its top. A sickly-looking sphere shot forward through the curtain of flames and exploded only a few feet from Tilly. Several tons of webbing erupted in all directions, temporarily blanketing the flames in that direction and providing a cover for the mindless charging creatures beyond. Tilly pushed out the ability for all it was worth, maybe increasing its intensity slightly, but the experience readout on his HUD ticked down to 4% in response. Something like a shearing tear ripped through his Pathways and he swallowed back and screamed, staring down the tendril of enemies pushing through the eroding webbing network to reach him. The Ability held, but he could tell that even with more experience he would not be able to keep this up much longer. The intensity of his flame output began to die down and thousands of the creatures pressed in eagerly. No matter how hard he pushed, he could not break the funnel of parasites burrowing into the center of his defense. His Experience dropped to 3% as the press of creatures reached him.If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Kindle shrieked in defiance above him, swooping in and shooting a stream of liquid plasma right through the center of the protective web spell, cutting through it like butter. Tilly had never seen her use something so powerfully offensive, but it broke the path the parasites were using to press into him, eradicating hundreds of the creatures in one attack. His Ability rushed to fill in the gap, erasing the crack in his sphere of flames in a moment. She wheeled through the sky drunkenly, barely staying within the protection of his flames before landing at his feet exhausted. Through it all the arachnid parasites kept coming, pressing their way through his flowing barrier of flames, using the sacrifice of those before them to gain inches at a time. Their pressure was almost a physical weight on him as his Expulsion was pushed closer and closer to his body and his stored experience ticked down to 1%. Realizing he was out of options, Tilly pulled the small vial free and lifted it to his face. He had hoped to save it, but it was either this or boost his wisdom stat with his celestial bracelets and he didn¡¯t want to drop his Endurance with these things trying to crawl all over him. Just as he was about to pull the vial free, the pressure let up and his flames exploded forth unimpeded, washing over the surrounding area unopposed before dying out along with the last of his stored Experience. Tilly was left gasping for breath in the oxygen-poor chamber, with an exhausted Kindle at his feet, surrounded by a fifty-foot circle of blackened metal and melted stone. As the flames around him died down, his eyes found the statue, through the settling cloud of ash. Its life-like artistry had become waxy and unformed. The once blazing crystal at the top of its staff was now cracked and dark. Still wary, Tilly held one hatchet at the ready as he took another scan of his surroundings. Staying alert for any parasitic stragglers, he carefully scooped up Kindle, tucking her protectively in the crook of his arm, and moved closer to the treasure piles. The immense chamber had darkened considerably along with his flames, but he had no trouble moving forward carefully, even though his body was leaden with fatigue. Tilly stepped up to the nearest glowing mound of treasure and moved to lay his hand on it hoping the stupid, snitch ring would work this time. His armor shifted to its sun salamander form seamlessly as his hand reached the still-hot metal, something he hadn¡¯t thought to do himself. The familiar pounding headache of mana exhaustion was becoming distracting, and his notification icon was blinking urgently. But after a quick look to confirm that he definitely had not somehow gained a level, he decided the rest could wait. He reached deep into his well and found a tiny spark of mana at the bottom, already reforming. He sent it to the ring with another mental demand to loot. He still had a job to do if he didn¡¯t want to get eaten. Something like a funnel formed over his hand, sucking in the nearest coins and reaching out further and further into the pile to pull in more of the treasure. Tilly had expected to have to run around laying his hands on everything, but with the chamber emptied of combatants and the statue ruined, the ring seemed capable of absorbing every continuous piece of treasure as long as it was touching the pile he was already depositing. The dim light above him suddenly darkened, and Tilly¡¯s head whipped up to see a shadow filling the new skylight, before something crashed to the ground near him, just outside the treasure space. ¡°Two-leg, you perform your duties with the barest hint of adequacy¡­ you have had minutes to claim my treasure and you are still not done?¡± Tilly¡¯s eyes adjusted to the light¡¯s return and Brokenridge¡¯s figure resolved a few yards away. Many of his previously perfect scales were pockmarked and corroded and there was a tear along the membrane of one of his wings. Thankfully, the treasure was almost completely absorbed by the ring, and Tilly took the criticism with a tired scowl. He couldn''t even imagine the amount of income he had just deposited. ¡°It looks like we both had a harder time than we thought¡­ But I¡¯m sure this will serve both of our purposes well enough¡± He answered, gesturing tiredly at the disappearing treasure. It was the dragon¡¯s turn to snarl at Tilly¡¯s implication of his underestimation of the enemy but said nothing as some sort of energy began to gather around his body. Tilly watched as the scales began to fix themselves, and the tear reknit before his eyes. The last of the treasure disappeared into the world ring leaving a large open area at the center of a sea of shattered eggs and ash. Fully returned to his smug superiority, Brokenridge lowered his head to Tilly¡¯s level, ¡°You know nothing, ape. Yet despite your ignorance, I am pleased with this arrangement, I can feel the depth of my hoard increasing even as we speak. My destiny is at hand.¡± He finished with a smile that was all teeth and hunger, before tilting his head to the side, ¡°Gnat, come out of hiding, there are none here to see you, and magic another rock. That one is broken.¡± He continued, following his statement with a disdainful sniff. ¡°As you wish,¡± Erash said, popping into being before the melted statue, ¡°This stone is actually a very high-grade material and would hold the enchantment quite well if you do not mind carrying it¡­ as a trophy, Great One.¡± She added bowing her head submissively. The still smoldering fires around the chamber dimmed, and then winked out, as Kindle stirred back to consciousness, growing heavier in Tilly¡¯s arms. He was surprised to feel the lingering heat rush past him in invisible streams, as the phoenix somehow absorbed all of it. ¡®I am beginning to remember again, Bonded¡¯ She sent him, looking up to meet his concerned gaze. Her eyes suddenly held a new depth, and her use of language marked her passage from the adolescent stage of her evolution before his eyes. Seeing her change in his arms, brought a feeling of pride mingled with an illogical amount of sorrow. ¡°Yes, that will do nicely, Gnat. Do not leave me waiting, get it done. The smell of this place is disgusting, and I will dirty my claws in this filth no longer.¡± Erash began her spellwork, and Tilly¡¯s armor returned to its basic state, with the exception of a new back pouch that reminded him of a sling or backpack. Tilly was once again surprised by how much initiative the armor could show when it came to little things like Kindle¡¯s increase in size. Seeing the change, she bobbed her head in thanks and he tucked her behind his back, ¡®I will soon have no need for such a thing, but for now, my speed cannot hope to match my elder¡¯s.¡¯ she sent as she curled up to continue to rest after her impressive attack. Maintaining a cold demeanor before the dragon, Erash wordlessly gestured at Tilly to move to a correctly aligned position before she started laying the same enchantment, linking him to the statue without looking up from her work. Knowing the game, he made sure to huff back at her gruff manner, before ignoring her entirely and pulling up his notifications. He spent a few seconds filtering the information until he was left with two lines of interest that almost made up for the fact that he had just blown his chance to rebalance his stats. B3. Ch. 50 Charmin鈥檚 Nemesis Congratulations! You have completely eliminated a new evolution of creatures (Arachnid Parasites) from the face of Nephesh. You have earned the title: [Peerless Annihilation] [Peerless Annihilation] - You are one of a select few who have completely destroyed an entire racial evolution. The greatness of your accomplishments hangs on your soul like a banner, impressing your might on those around you. Aural Abilities boosted by 300%. Honestly, he was pretty happy with this one. He would have preferred something that offered utility in direct combat, but if the title had gone in that direction, he probably would have been stuck with something spider-specific. Or with another bonus to killing large groups of weak opponents. Two things he probably didn¡¯t need. [Peerless Annihilation] on the other hand, would give him one more tool to use against the heavy hitters, whom he was being thrown against more and more often. As interesting as the implications of the new title were, the second notification took the cake. Commerce Guild, System Sanctioned Notification - You have successfully deposited the equivalent of twenty five million Guild-standard Gold. This has been credited to your account and can be withdrawn in numerous forms of currency. No one had explained to Tilly the worth of a piece of platinum but going by the other conversions, he was pretty sure it would be another 100:1, gold to platinum. The spiders had been sitting on a truly immense fortune which they had chosen to squirrel away from the Commerce Guild. It had probably served some magical function of worship, but Tilly wouldn¡¯t ever get the chance to know. Besides, seeing such a large amount of wealth go undeposited in the banking monopoly of the plane made Tilly rethink the source of their information regarding the location and contents of this temple¡­ had it been divine? Or had someone much more mundane tipped them off? ¡°We are ready, Great One,¡± Erash stated, with a final wave of her staff over her own body causing a series of enchantments to blaze into being all over her clothing before fading into invisibility. The dragon took a moment to stretch his fully recovered wings, but Tilly wasn¡¯t fooled. He just knew Brokenridge would shoot off as fast as possible when he thought Tilly wasn''t paying attention. ¡®Not this time¡­¡¯ Tilly thought, gritting his teeth as he tensed his body forward and breathed in short bursts. He kept his eyes locked on the dragon, and his careful scrutiny revealed a tiny burning script crawling over the dragon¡¯s scales, almost like the nonsensical falling green code from the matrix. He didn¡¯t know the significance, but Brokenridge was now practically oozing smugness, as he casually moved up to the ruined statue and ripped its upper half from the arachnid base. Clearly the effects of such a large infusion of wealth were doing more for the dragon than was immediately obvious. Tilly was tugged forward as the statue was ripped from its base. He almost didn¡¯t notice as another twig hit him in the face and he bobbled it in his hands as the dragon made to take off. Judging by the strategy the dragon had employed during this raid, Tilly probably wouldn¡¯t be working with ample decision-making time when they attacked the next Faction. He sighed in repeat as he narrowly missed dropping the enchanted piece of foliage. Without a word of warning, Brokenridge took off into the air, surging a couple dozen feet with every beat of his wings. Each surge pulled the unenchanted parts of Tilly downward violently before being given a brief instant of relief from the force before starting the process all over again. It was maddeningly difficult to time his breathing and tensing along with the pull of the dragon''s ascent. Despite that, thanks to his Endurance, and slight preparations, he was no longer in danger of any damage from the whiplash. The whole situation was complicated by his still recovering body, which strained and groaned at the unusual pressures being put on it. The recent crash landing had caused damage to a few muscles and micro-fractures in many of his bones. Then they were through the opening, with the dragon making a clever twisting turn so that Tilly, and a now invisible Erash, moved through the opening without striking its edge. As soon as he emerged into the open, Tilly was assaulted by a thick smoky haze, through which he caught glimpses of multiple roaring forest fires and the charred husks of thousands of different combatants, not to mention a charcoal-like imitation of the Faction¡¯s guardian curled in on itself halfway down the ziggurat. The enormous tarantula-like creature had been reduced to a charred husk, lying on its back with its legs folded inward in the classic dead spider pose. ¡®Holy Shit¡¯ Tilly thought as he attempted to wipe tears from his eyes due to the caustic nature of the smoke. Brokenridge had absolutely wrecked this Faction. The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. As if he could hear Tilly¡¯s thoughts, the dragon broke off his ascent to wheel in a lazy circle high above the ruined Faction, roaring in triumph, before beginning to glow with a purple haze. As the magic built, Tilly registered a sound in the distance. Something that sounded like a distant shriek, layered with bass undertones. Before he could register the sound, the haze around Brokenridge firmed into a bright purple light and Tilly sent an urgent warning to Kindle, before pulling his body into the same pose he had used before. He tensed his muscles and curled into a makeshift fetal position just in time to resist the force that slammed into his body. Once again attempting to rip everything not linked to the statue. Once committed, he couldn¡¯t look up from his knees to try and keep a watch on their location or relative speed. But that didn''t stop him from squinting through the wind vortex assaulting his eyes to check as his Mana and Health slowly ticked up. Tilly¡¯s body became one giant cramp as he continued to hold the position and the only positive to the dragon¡¯s True Flight empowered speed was that once the maximum acceleration was achieved, there was no change in direction or velocity, allowing Tilly a space of time where he knew what the next moments would bring. Despite the discomfort, Tilly managed to ease into something resembling rest, and after an unknown amount of time blasting through the air, both his status bars had returned to full. Eventually, Kindle awoke from her nap, having finished digesting the gains from their most recent fight. The wind provided no barrier to their mental communication and Tilly was happy to hear her now able to converse in full sentences. This regained ability did not stop her from sending complex sensory packets to flavor her language, but it was nice to have someone to process recent events with. While he had not been able to gain any experience from the battle, Kindle had reaped significant benefits. She had been able to absorb large amounts of excess heat from the conflict allowing her to rapidly evolve into an evolutionary stage similar to what she had achieved before she sacrificed herself against the Prime Dirge. Now that she was more cognizant, she explained that she could remember her past lives up to whatever point in her growth she currently held. This was often not very useful in its early stages but would become much more helpful as she continued to grow. She also shared that she had never gained the Starlight addendum to her race at this stage in her past lives and did not know its significance. Although she suspected its implications were more spiritual than physical. As they talked, Tilly found himself getting hungry and even with the wind tearing at his every motion, he managed to slowly reach around to his back pocket and grab something within. He didn¡¯t know how it was supposed to work, but as soon as his hand entered the stitched fold of fabric, he found something to pull out. Tilly had no clue what it was, its texture feeling rough and dry, but it didn''t come completely free from the pocket until his hand had pulled almost a foot away, and when it did, the wind caught it and pulled it right out of his grip. Growling in frustration, he reached over again, his legs slowly uncurling from lack of support, and fished back into the pocket. This time he squeezed what he had tightly as he pulled it free, and quickly brought it around to the front of his body, finding that he held a slightly squashed plum. He took a greedy bite and was happy to find that it tasted extraordinary, despite being bruised from his grip. As he struggled through his snack break while holding his awkward posture, Kindle continued to outline her abilities and her best guesses at what would develop as she evolved further. She could currently store one-tenth of the heat she absorbed and could release it in all manner of forms, but would need to refill it once used. She also had the ability to almost completely disperse her form in a fiery final attack achieving a huge bonus to output damage, but as Tilly had experienced, this attack risked ending her cycle of rebirth. Registering what she could do, he asked her to stay out of the direct conflict and save her intervention for attacks of opportunity and spotting unseen attackers. She seemed pretty confident that despite the fey¡¯s glamor ability, her heat vision could see through most illusions. He then took time to fully explain what he had gained at the auction and what he hoped to get out of each item, as well as his need to defeat enough enemies to gain a level before arriving at the Contested Lands. The screeching of the wind stopped, bringing a pause to their mental conversation, and the force pulling at Tilly¡¯s extremity lessened for the first time in what might have been an hour or two. He had no real way to tell now that his Health and Mana were back to full, but as he painfully craned his neck, he was faced with a completely different landscape than the one they had left behind in the Arachnid Supremacy Faction. Here the land was cracked and disjointed with plateaus rising and falling in unnatural patterns. Clockwork buildings covered the horizon as far as the eye could see, interconnected but huge moving gears and levers, constantly in grinding motion. Some of the plateaus were rising and falling, releasing huge jets of steam and smoke along with the movement. Even from their vantage thousands of feet up, the only change in the landscape was the single spire piercing the sky in the distance. The whole thing would have been very steampunk if not for the sickeningly familiar fleshy roots plunging in and out of all of the many factory-like buildings. They fanned out in a network centered on the distant spire, which sported an enormous tumorous growth at its base. Tilly¡¯s mind raced through the intel they had on the Perfected Golem Faction. They had once been active in plane-wide economics but had fallen out of contact with others in the last few months. Church sources stated that the Faction¡¯s stated goal had always been to create the perfect clockwork form, but its methods of pursuit had radically changed recently, and they had cannibalized much of their resources to shift focus. Investigations had revealed high-level experiments using Corruption as a catalyst for mechanical evolution. This spawned power breakthroughs that caused an internal coup resulting in very few dissidents escaping the new regime. That information had done little to prepare Tilly for what he saw playing out before him. He struggled to wrap his brain around what a fully grown Corruption Seed was capable of as its insane size dwarfed Tilly¡¯s imagination. Brokenridge slowed his approach, gaining altitude as he spent some of his velocity to climb. The endless city of interconnected metallic buildings continued its whirling mechanical movements, seemingly unconcerned with their flight over the Faction¡¯s air space. ¡°Do they know we are here?¡± Tilly called over the wind. B3. Ch. 51 Get Doomed Brokenridge pulled up, arresting his remaining speed and taking a deep breath through his nostrils. He almost seemed hesitant as his gaze swung over the Corrupted mechanical landscape like its makeup was something he had not been expecting. ¡°I smell nothing but decay and hatred. No magic guards these lands, and nothing stirs at our approach. There is only grinding metal, burning oil, and endless, futile striving.¡± The Dragon growled, shaking his head in disapproval. Aside from the slow-moving progress of whatever mechanical processes were at work below them, the entire landscape was devoid of life, with the exception of the gargantuan version of the Corrupted Tree that Tilly had faced once before. ¡°We had to deal with one of these while you slept. It will wait until you are close, maybe even allow you to attack, and then once you are too close to escape, it will make its move.¡± ¡°I am no fool, Human. I know it waits. Just like I can smell the riches stored at the top of the spire. But my claws itch at the thought of taking the obvious bait and moving straight for the top. This race is new to the plane, but I am familiar with the metals used in many of the structures below¡­ They will not burn as the spiders did,¡± He breathed, cunning eyes scanning the approach to the center of the Faction with a surprising amount of restraint. Tilly eyed the huge, twisted growth at the base of the spire, his hand drifting to an item on his belt in consideration, ¡°I have something that would, at the very least, serve as a distraction, and possibly even force them to show hidden defenses early.¡± At his words, Brokenridge¡¯s eyes slid over him as if he wasn¡¯t there, but Tilly had spent enough time with the dragon to know that it was his version of an invitation to continue, ¡°Instead of making a move for the top of the tower first, we can start at this creature''s center, near its base. If their integration is as complete as it seems, then any successful attack on the root will damage and distract the whole system. Also, depending on how much Corruption these beings carry, your flames should be more effective than normal, even if they are made of metal.¡± The dragon took a deep sniff of the air and sneezed, ¡°The bugs smelled of this substance as well, it sullies the air, and I will take great pleasure in burning its stench from the Land.¡± ¡°Great, get me close enough to drop the payload, and then drop me off to pick up the treasure¡­ but for God¡¯s sake, don¡¯t just throw me at the building again. I won''t be much good to you if I die because you broke both of my arms before I could even start fighting the enemy.¡± The dragon bore all of his teeth, his gaze settling in on Tilly for the first time in their conversation as something akin to hunger glowed behind his eyes, ¡°And what happened to the defenses you showed me at the entrance to my chambers?¡± ¡°Got them ready to go,¡± Tilly lied in a growl, attempting to use anger to cover over his sudden discomfort, ¡°It¡¯s just a limited use ability that I want to save for when it matters¡­. Now are we going to talk all day, or are we going to pillage these idiots and take back the dragon throne?¡± Whatever temptations Brokenridge had been considering faded from his serpentine face at Tilly¡¯s reminder of their purpose. The smoke lazily curling from his nostrils caught fire and the dragon turned back toward their target, face set in renewed focus. ¡°It is time to crush these sullied constructs. My destiny awaits.¡± He growled, before tucking into a sudden dive. Tilly swallowed down his stomach as the sudden weightlessness hit him, ¡®Kindle, break away and join back in when you see an opening.¡¯ He sent, mentally preparing himself for another wild battle. The phoenix sent a mental affirmative, pulling herself free of the pouch sewed into the back of his jacket. Then with a small push, she was away. ¡®I will watch, and remain ready. Fight well, Bonded¡¯ she sent back climbing through the air as they continued to free fall. Once they had picked up enough speed, Brokenridge whipped out his wings and started beating them powerfully, adding velocity to his dive even as he slowly leveled it off until they were moving rapidly in a line directed pointed at the base of the skyscraper-sized spire that made up the center of the Perfected Golem Faction. Tilly pulled free the message twig in one hand, and the Doom Ducky in the other, ready to finally test the experimental item. He felt a thrill of excitement from Kindle as she sensed his intention and Brokenridge roared in challenge as they dived toward the bulbous body of the gigantic Corrupted Tree. He didn¡¯t know what would happen when the item activated, or how the Corrupted Faction would react, but whatever happened, he was going to be ready to break the link this time. The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. Some of the roots they sped over were as big around as city buses, and this time, Tilly didn¡¯t trust any of them to stay still when the shit really hit the fan. But if its behavior followed previous patterns, it would wait until they were fully committed. This time, that was going to be a huge mistake. Their dive had probably reached over a hundred miles per hour and they would be within striking distance in seconds. Tilly pulled back his arm, taking aim, belatedly realizing that thing was so huge that the quality of his throw would not matter at all. Wincing with anticipation, Tilly focused on the item in his hand and inflamed its contents. He allowed only the barest hint of his mana to release from his palm, before lobbing the glass duckie into the air just below their dive. Once free, the small glass projectile immediately began to fall behind them as the wind resistance, which seemed to have no effect on Brokenridge, caught it and pulled it back. ¡°That''s it! Pull up!¡± Tilly shouted ahead, as the dragon reared its head back to unleash some sort of breath attack. By some miracle, the plunder-crazed monster reacted immediately to Tilly¡¯s voice, fanning out his wings and ripping them out of the dive. Doom Duckie zipped below them, continuing along the path of their dive. The thing had begun flashing like a strobe light, as Tillys Mana stirred up the reactionary substances contained within the vessel. As the force of Brokenridge pulling up from the dive shoved Tilly''s chin into his chest, he watched the item¡¯s flight in fascination. It soared through the air like a tiny space probe sent to a distant planet for a few more beats of Brokenridge¡¯s wings before crashing against the side of the giant root growth. The wind rushing by Tilly¡¯s ears robbed him of the sound of the initial impact, but he felt the reaction that followed deep in his chest. The item shattered against the thick protective bark, allowing the Phoenix-empowered primordial flame access to the surrounding atmosphere for the first time since the item¡¯s inception. The flame vaporized all of the oxygen surrounding it in a 30-yard sphere before flashing back to its original size in an instant. This produced a vacuum the size of a building, which collapsed in on itself with a thunderous crash, sending high-pressure air rushing back toward the flame at unimaginable speeds. The resulting secondary explosion produced a shock wave that almost snapped Tilly¡¯s neck in the other direction as it knocked Brokenrigdge from his flight path and sent the dragon tumbling through the air. Ears ringing and eyes dry from the heat that suddenly suffused the atmosphere, Tilly attempted to blink away the spots clouding his vision. His body was jerked from side to side as his senses came back to him one by one. First, pain bloomed across his body as if he had been slapped from the air by a giant hand. Then the sound of roaring of rushing wind returned, followed by the grinding of tearing metal and a multi-octave shriek that arose from across the Faction. Finally, as their frenetic flight stabilized, Tilly''s vision cleared and he found Brokenridge having regained control of their flight with powerful beats of his wings. A few hundred feet beyond the dragon, the Spire stood, now tilted a few degrees to the right. Tilly¡¯s eyes trailed down the damaged structure until he found its base and the havoc his attack had just caused. The massive root ball of the Corrupted Tree was missing a chunk the size of a city block in a perfect burning circle. Blue flames spread from the epicenter of the blast, eating through the giant growth like acid. The growth¡¯s road-sized roots shivered in pain as whatever passed for the creature''s intelligence attempted to understand what had just happened. Brokenridge pulled his serpentine eyes away from the aftermath of the blast and zeroed in on Tilly, who responded with a heroically calm smirk, ¡°Plenty more where that came from.¡± He declared in a scratchy voice, throat dry from the intense heat radiating through the air. The dragon looked back at the base of the leaning spire with a snarl, obviously hating the display of power from his inferior. Before he could come up with an appropriate response, a wailing siren rose above the screeching of the Corrupted Tree, and hundreds of previously invisible doors slid open up the side of the clockwork spire. ¡°INITIATE ANTI-AIR DEFENSES.¡± A tinny voice announced. Every opening running up the spire was suddenly choked with a diverse range of clockwork figures. The only bodily feature shared by all of them seemed to be their ability to fly as they launched from the openings as one, forming a dense cloud of air combatants. They seemed to achieve flight through many forms of power and held many different shapes, some of which Tilly could tie to creatures existing in nature, others of which looked more alien. They blasted through the air toward their attackers, propelled by steam, combustion, or in some cases, actual turbines. Brokenridge roared, accepting the challenge and shooting toward the cloud, intent on taking the threat head-on. Whipping through the air a few dozen yards behind him, Tilly put the twig between his teeth and pulled free both his hatchets. He had no clue how he was going to participate in the aerial battle, especially while his location was fixed behind the dragon, but he wanted to keep his options open. He needed experience and he was going to level¡­ no matter what. Brokenridge unleashed a geyser of liquid flame just before he crashed into the formation of clockwork combatants. He immediately curled his body over itself, whipping his tail in a long arc behind him. The combination of his plasma hot stream of fire and the bludgeoning follow-up of his tail softened up the aerial formation considerably. Tilly had half a second before the melee rolled over the collision and found him. Taking a page from the dragon''s book, he unleashed a full-force Flame¡¯s Expulsion, concealing his exact location and bathing the oncoming combatants in fire. He crossed his arms over his face in anticipation of impact, holding his hatchets at the ready as flames flowed out of him in every direction. Brokenridge¡¯s entrance into battle had hardly slowed his speed, and Tilly was as much whipped into the enemy as they charged into him, half melted through his curtain of flames. Tilly screamed in what he hoped was a battle cry as the metal constructs hit him, crashing into his body and shattering against his Endurance-enhanced frame. Most were too structurally damaged to get off an attack before the impact. But that did little to reassure him as he was pounded almost nonstop by projectiles and metal constructs that should have knocked him from the sky. However, due to his spatial link, each of them met an unstoppable force instead, and if there was one thing Tilly could do¡­ it was take a hit. B3. Ch. 52 Smash and Grab Tilly careened through the air, whipping one way, then another as he followed the erratic flight of the dragon¡¯s aerial combat. After only seconds, the disorientation his flames had caused was gone, leaving him as a clear target. Thankfully, he was largely ignored in favor of the much more obvious danger before him. But even with only a tenth of the combatants zeroing in on him, the flight quickly became an incredible test of his system-enhanced body as the dragon¡¯s erratic movements made it all but impossible for him to attack or anticipate enemy hits. This also made him extremely hard to pin down only allowing a few direct attacks to land on him cleanly as he shifted his focus toward survival instead of adding damage to the melee. From behind, an incredibly sharp lance pierced his shoulder from the thorax of an insect-shaped attacker, even as a sudden turn in velocity ripped its body in half, leaving the stinger within him. The sharp jerk to the side, had his leg colliding unexpectedly with an incredibly dense floating cube that had been preparing an attack. His knee shattered as he knocked the thing from its place in the collapsing aerial formation. Adrenaline rushed through Tilly¡¯s system as his body endured one unexpected blow after another and his Health was shaved off one chunk at a time. What felt like minutes were revealed to be seconds as Brokenridge pulled free of the mid-air scrum. The automatons seemed sluggish next to the vicious grace of the aerial predator and Brokenridge flung off several unwanted riders with a coordinated whip-like extension of both wings before shooting up above the formation, climbing through the air faster than most of the aerial defense constructs could follow. Tilly¡¯s numerous injuries screamed at the abuse as the cleared the cloud of combatants. But that didn¡¯t dampen the feral grin cutting through the blood and oil staining his face. Whatever else this nightmare rollercoaster ride had been¡­ It had netted him a significant amount of experience. As he soared up in the air following the dragon while taking fire from a few stray small-arm projectiles, he pulled up his notification log, reveling at finally being able to reset his stat spread. The thing was filled with kill-assisted notifications from his unwilling part in Brokenridge¡¯s rampage, with a precious few enemies credited solely to him. You have helped defeat a level 56 Hunter Seeker automaton¡­ You have helped defeat a level 31 Aerial Crusher automaton¡­ You have helped defeat a level 37 Orbital Scout automaton¡­ You have defeated a level 28 Wasp type A automaton¡­ You have defeated a level 40 Enigma Cube automaton¡­ He rushed through the experience notifications until he found sweet confirmation of the end of one of his biggest headaches of the last week. Congratulations! You are now Level 38. Seven percent of experience is stored for the next level. You have earned 5 stat points to distribute plus 2 points in Endurance and 1 in Dexterity from the class Son of Flame. Brokenridge continued to ascend in a physics-defying display of speed leaving behind the decimated defenders as he raced up the side of the spire. Tilly mentally assigned all of his free points into Endurance, promising himself to keep a cushion from now on, and saw the long-awaited notification return to his log. Congratulations! You have re-acquired the title [Resolute] [Resolute]: Your Endurance stat is higher than all of your other stats combined. As long as this remains true, you may completely negate one fatal blow per day. Then the tinny voice returned, overlaying the wailing siren that had been playing non-stop since the Faction began responding to their presence. ¡°INITIATING BOMBARDMENT¡± The voice announced in a monotone. This time, hundreds of different openings appeared on the metallic face of the spire, releasing numerous explosive projectiles that suddenly crowded their path upward with a dizzying array of exploding flak. Still exultant from his regained superlative title cheat, Tilly barely had time to process the increased danger as Brokenridge entered the minefield of aerial explosions. The dragon¡¯s body flashed with a silvery glow as he tucked his wings and began slithering around the worst of the impacts mid-air. Being jerked through impossible evasive maneuvers further exacerbated Tilly¡¯s recently earned injuries, but the dragon was somehow managing to keep them away from the worst of the bombardment with the use of another of his mysterious Abilities. Despite the explosive obstacles, they continued to gain more altitude. Still, like the melee below, dodging most of the enemy¡¯s damage output did not mean moving through the defenses unscathed. Superheated shards of metal lodged themselves in the surface of Tilly¡¯s super tough skin, shaving off more of his already depleted Health. A particularly close explosion ripped along his back, and he felt some of the muscles in his shoulders sever at the close impact. Tilly lost the ability to shield his face and was unable to lift his right arm. He continued to be rag-dolled by Brokenridge¡¯s extreme maneuvers, and his health dropped to below twenty percent. He finally released a scream, as he felt his damaged shoulder pop free after a particular vicious horizontal jerk. Tilly didn¡¯t know if it was frustration at having to use his only health potion before he even had the chance to fight or a release of his pent-up terror at taking damage from all directions. Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. But he fought through the pull of the extreme aerial maneuvers and reached down with his still-functioning arm to pull his Epic health potion free, gripping it for all he was worth as he brought it to his lips. With a mental thanks to Amelia, he popped the top and gulped the contents down. More explosions ripped at his armor and flesh underneath as they rose, but despite the continued damage, the potion did its work, reknitting most of the damage even as his primitive leathers stitched themselves back together under the same onslaught. His mana had just ticked back up to fifty percent and his Health ticked back up to full, even allowing him to soak up a little of the damage and instantly re-heal. Despite that, Tilly couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that this was all just to soften them up before the real battle. As if to emphasize his suspicion, they suddenly broke free of the flak storm finally reaching the top of the spire. Brokenridge roared in defiance, immediately bathing the top of the building in flames. The Spire¡¯s tip finished in a chamber that was about seventy-five feet in diameter. The front of the structure seemed completely unaffected by Brokenridge¡¯s flame attack, and a large set of hanger doors began to open under the onslaught of the river of flames. Tilly¡¯s eyes narrowed, and he redrew both his hatchets. ¡°Analysis Complete.¡± the tinny voice concluded, in a monotone that now sounded smug, despite the lack of inflection. Brokenridge¡¯s dark blue flames rushed into the new opening, before a thunderous explosion of air blew them back, completely clearing the open hanger door. This eruption of pressurized air was followed by several more as the doors finished opening revealing a humanoid made up of dark ropy flesh and chromed mechanical parts. It clapped its hands once more, releasing a final thunderous crack of displaced air. ¡®Holy shit¡­ a slow clap?¡¯ Tilly thought erratically as Brokenridge cut off his breath attack and took in the new foe. ¡°Welcome, interlopers. You have the great honor to be the first to see the crowning achievement of our-¡± ¡°ROOOAAAARRR¡± Brokenridge interrupted explosively, cutting off a classic villain monologue. Just behind the figure, Tilly spotted something that looked like a futuristic sarcophagus, surrounded by wires and components glowing with power. Interspersed through the components were the familiar dark root-like growths, shoving their ends into the machinery and pumping the now empty pod with dark, viscous liquid. ¡°Pity I have only a mindless beast to witness my grand entrance into the world.¡± Fantasy Terminator complained in that same emotionless tone. The Faction-wide disembodied quality of the voice had changed. While the tone and timber were the same, it was now coming directly from the figure in front of them. Level 175 Corrupted Golem Prefect Brokenridge¡¯s eyes darted to the opening beyond the figure, and he slightly repositioned, fully blocking the Golem¡¯s view of Tilly. Then in a voice that was much more animalistic than Tilly was used to, the dragon answered, ¡°You. Die. Now!¡± before opening his mouth and beginning to gather the threads of a new Ability between his jaws. The automaton let out a robotic sigh, something Tilly found oddly dramatic for a machine. But before he could think any further on the irony, the back of the Prefect¡¯s body erupted in fiery propulsion, launching it into Brokenridge¡¯s chest almost instantaneously, successfully interrupting the dragon¡¯s Ability. Tilly barely had time to register the attack, tensing his whole body for another set of extreme aerial maneuvers, when instead he was flung forward, opposite Brokenridges direction. To Tilly¡¯s complete shock, he found himself soaring through the air in an easy arc toward the open hanger door. The statue-turned-trophy landed just inside of the opening, sliding to a stop. Tilly immediately snapped the twig in his mouth, trying to lose as little momentum as possible before the statue rolled to a stop. The spatial link tying him to the statue kept him about thirty feet back, and it was abundantly clear that the stone bust was not going to make it all thirty feet into the chamber. He felt the link break immediately allowing him to continue moving forward at a decent pace as the statue''s momentum was arrested. Unfortunately, the link¡¯s sudden disappearance also caused him to drop faster than he anticipated. Instead of soaring through the opening, he barely caught the bottom lip of the doorway with the head of one of his hatchets. A hiss announced the rapid closing of the hanger doors, as the crash of clashing titans thundered behind him, followed by a roar and a flurry of explosions. Buffeted by the shockwaves of the battle unfolding in the sky, Tilly quickly got his bearings, hauling himself over the side of the spire and rolling into the chamber just in time for the door to finish slamming shut. Tilly came to his feet, looking around at the highest chamber in the Perfected Golem Faction¡¯s center of power,¡®That sneaky bastard¡­he played them¡­¡¯ Tilly thought ruefully. The large room glowed with an assortment of high-grade components, setting up an orderly blend of technological logic and nightmarish appendages. One look at the roots told him that while the Corrupted Tree had certainly imparted something to the process of creating the Golem Prefect, many of the roots had also burrowed into the streams of valuable resources that the whole Faction seemed to have been built to refine, and were actively stealing them to fuel its own growth. Huge glass tubes rose up from the ground glowing with all sorts of arcane power, and much of the root growth in the room had twisted itself within those lines of power, siphoning off a significant amount. Tilly spun one of his hatchets in his hands eagerly as he scanned the room, attempting to identify the main lines of growth that were pulling resources back down to the tree below, ¡°It ain¡¯t much¡­ but it¡¯s honest work.¡± He quipped to himself with a smile, excited at the chance to finally wreak a little havoc of his own on the thing that had lived rent-free in his nightmares for months. He was at full health and had half a tank of mana ready to go. He enflamed both of his weapons and threw them with deadly accuracy at the two biggest roots littering the chamber. Empowered with Origin¡¯s Flame, whose effects were multiplied by the Dragons Glass head upgrade, his weapons were practically spitting destructive energy and it showed as they sheared through their targets. Tilly had no clue how the System would classify the entity choking the life out of this Faction, but whatever its levels and stats were, when Tilly¡¯s ax heads hit the thing¡¯s bark-like outer skin, they easily cut through, cleanly severing the large roots, and cauterizing both halves of the cut. The otherworldly screaming that had become a distant background noise to Tilly after the Doom Duckie had removed a healthy chunk of the main body, suddenly increased by several octaves, tearing through the chamber. Roots began to pull themselves free from their gluttonous work, but Tilly was already in action, running forward with recalled hatchets and cutting through more of the organic lattice before the creature could zero in on its new source of damage. Time for a little cathartic payback. B3. Ch. 53 Fantasy Terminator Leaning into the full capabilities of his supernatural Dexterity, Tilly tore through the room, slicing through anything that moved. The Corrupted growth attempted to pull itself free of the intricate system that had empowered the Golem Prefect¡¯s creation and several roots even attempted to spear him from behind, but he had come a long way since his first week on Nephesh and the spear-like attacks met the same end as the rest of the writhing appendages in the chamber. A handful of breaths later, Tilly found himself standing before the now empty fantasy-sci-fi sarcophagus, the room around him smoked and hissed as severed root nubs shivered on the ground in pain. Every tangle of growth that had been siphoning off power had been ruined in a whirlwind of slash-and-burn agriculture. The eerie screaming continued, but none of the more technological components in the room seemed too disturbed by the destruction. In fact, some of the lines of power leading to the center of the chamber flickered and began to glow brighter. Fighting down a smile at how deliciously satisfying it had been to decimate his old nemesis, Tilly took another careful scan of the room, attempting to Identify anything that might be valuable. Epic Quality Enchantment Array Legendary Quality Refinement foci Epic Quality Mythril Vacuum Tubes As Identify slowly added tags to things in the room, Tilly found himself more and more disappointed. It was all really cool, but he doubted the Commerce Guide recognized any of it as currency¡­ Then his gaze fell to the sarcophagus, whose base was lined with glowing gems the size of Tilly¡¯s head. Each one was set in its own complicated nests of wires, and they practically throbbed with power. Mythic Quality Mana Condenser Crystals. ¡°That seems promising,¡± He muttered to himself, wedging the edge of the ax head into the nearest nest and popping free one of the crystals. ¡°Error! Error! Genesis Chamber malfunction alert!¡± Another tinny voice whined, before repeating the phrase over and over in a sort of alarm. Tilly¡¯s triumphant smile fell as he remembered just how deep in the shit he was. Thankfully, as soon as he sent a sliver of his will into the world ring, the Crystal vanished¡­ so his guess had been right. He tried to reach out to the next crystal, but the ring refused to work unless the object was completely free of the wires. To make matters worse, the hanger doors leading to the open air began to hiss open. Tilly urgently started hacking at the rest of the wire nests, attempting to free as many of the crystals as possible. The hanger door opened enough for the aerial defense automatons to come into view. They froze there momentarily, processing the sight of the chamber in smoking ruins and a figure at its center hacking away at the base of the Genesis Pod. ¡°Intruder Alert, all able defenders to the Genesis Chamber.¡±?? The tinny alarm voice shifted, changing its tone to something deeper and more foreboding. More of the automatons glided through the yawning opening while Tilly pulled the last of the crystals free. The final one disappeared with a tiny pop and Tilly turned to face the various models of flight-capable automatons, now completely cutting off his exit. Tilly nervously spun his hatchets in his hands as he watched more crowd into the chamber. Now that he wasn¡¯t being yanked through the air like a three-year-old¡¯s favorite toy, Tilly was able to examine the golem automatons more closely. They moved forward in formation, an almost solid wall of metal. Tilly would have expected a cookie-cutter design, iterated thousands of times from the Faction, but no one of these was alike, instead, they formed a cloud of diverse shapes and sizes. Identify started to populate all kinds of name variations, their levels ranging from twenty to sixty-five. But, despite their diversity, they all had two things in common. First, all of them were infested with tangles of Corrupted growth which twisted in and out of their clockwork bodies. Counterintuitively, its presence gave Tilly hope. He doubted his attacks would normally be very effective against metal enemies, but with his huge bonus against Corruption and its clear integration with their systems, he hoped to get out of there without having to use his recently regained title abilities. The second was the presence of a glowing gem set prominently in the features of each automaton, which Tilly now recognized as personal Condenser Crystals. Most likely these served as the power source for the creatures. They seemed content to continue to choke the only exit to the chamber, slowly filing in, making space for more golems to arrive behind them. There were already over fifty of the things filling the first third of the chamber, and Tilly was rapidly losing count as more shapes blotted out the light from outside, pushing in behind the rest of the formation. A pained roar sounded in the distance, followed by a meaty thud that shook the whole spire. This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience. His Mana was down below twenty percent after tearing through the room¡­ it was time to pull out one of his contingencies. Tilly reached down to grab his low mana solution from his belt, its description running through his head in a flash as he slowly drew it up to his face, avoiding any sudden motions in an attempt to maintain the balance of the moment. Saga¡¯s Smelling Salts Legendary Quality item. Mined from the mineral deposits of Saga¡¯s holy mount and refined over a ten thousand-year distillation process, these salts provide the user access to their full potential connection to the living threads of power woven around and through them. +200% to Mana Regen for 5 min. Unfortunately, the variable this new item represented was too much for the automatons, and with his movement, the front-rank automatons lifted or charged a projectile weapon of every kind. Tilly winced as he popped the top and took a deep sniff of the vial¡¯s contents. Whatever was contained in the opaque container instantly vaporized as it touched the air, and followed the pathway of least resistance up Tilly¡¯s nasal passageway. The Legendary substance set his senses ablaze as he felt every blood vessel in his nose, and then head expand. His Mana Pathways mirrored his physical vessels, relaxing then expanding to an incredible degree as a flood of energy crashed into his system, refilling his Mana bar at a prodigious rate. He took a deep breath in, feeling as if he was absorbing the very fabric of reality around him. His pupils dilated to dark orbs and the hair all over his body stood on end, as if taking on an electrical charge. Whatever he had been expecting, the heady rush of the sensation was too overwhelming and he completely missed it as the front ranks of automatons began to fire upon him. A cloud of energy blasts and projectiles smashed into him all at once, knocking him back to reality with a vengeance. His Endurance reduced the damage by an incredible amount but that didn¡¯t stop the sheer weight of the attacks from knocking him back against the sarcophagus and expelling the breath from his lungs. Bullets and bolts lodged shallowly all throughout his body, and searing energy burns covered him in an instant. In a bleary moment of inspiration, he rolled and dived behind it, now bleeding from countless burns and wounds. In that instant, his Health had gone from one hundred to forty-five percent. Tilly allowed himself another bloody, painful grin, as his Mana reversed that trend, ticking back up into the thirties. Projectile weapons hammered the barrier as the formation advanced on his position. ¡®This seems like one of those opportunities you spoke of!¡¯ Kindle sent to Tilly along with a flash of an image of her diving at the opening choked with automatons from above. A moment later he heard the roar of a huge amount of flame being released. Hundreds of aerial defense constructs were suddenly ablaze as the whole front half of the chamber was flooded with a river of blue fire. Tilly jumped up from behind the barrier, rushing for the center of the formation, trying to take full advantage of the distraction. Many of the automatons closest to Tilly had only endured superficial fire damage and they zeroed in on his charge, a second too late. He crashed into their line, unleashing Wrath¡¯s Shroud just before impact, causing maximum damage as he dove into the midst of their formation, shooting for an almost nonexistent gap, between the two automatons at the center. His paltry Strength struggled to make any progress as piston-empowered strikes landed on him from every angle and the blue flames pouring from his center did their best to consume the Corruption twisting throughout the combatants. Tilly wriggled and shoved through the front of the group, taking all kinds of damage as the automatons attempted to pin him down. Ironically, blood from a dozen fresh wounds made him even harder to grapple, as an emphasis on flight made most of the golems unable to grapple with the slippery human. Then their numbers began to work against them as many of their attacks and projectiles aimed at him from more distant fighters instead hit the golems closest to him, causing them to crumble under the same onslaught that was whittling percentage points off his Health every second. Finally, he made it through the majority of the front ranks, entering into the epicenter of Kindle¡¯s awesome attack. The flames themselves did no damage to Tilly, essentially being extensions of his own Mana. But the cherry red melting metal and superheated air was another thing entirely, and most of Tilly¡¯s wounds were seared shut by the oven-like environment in seconds. Then thankfully, his armor shifted, gliding over his form in layers of yellow leather and assuming its fully insulated sun salamander form. Like metallic zombies on the surface of the sun, many of the collapsing clockwork constructs reached for him drunkenly, attempting to bog him down, but he forged on, holding his breath and screwing his eyes shut as he pushed through their scattered ranks until, finally, his foot met empty air. Tilly experienced a brief moment of vertigo, as the cool wind buffeted his face, and his body tipped out into the open air. He could feel Kindle''s presence as she attempted to evade a group of automatons giving her chase, and he even had time to notice that the area immediately surrounding the spire was a pockmarked ruin of smoking craters and demolished buildings. Then gravity interrupted his out-of-body observations and he began falling. He didn¡¯t know what he had been expecting to happen when he made it through the barricade of attackers, and he shoved down a childish fantasy of jumping on one of the automatons mid-flight and riding it like a bull. Instead, he fought down panic as one second grew to two then three, and the ground raced toward him with terrifying speed. There was a good chance that if he had been at full health this fall would not have been fatal, but after his most recent stunt, he was down to 15 percent. So instead he gritted his teeth and mentally readied [Resolute]. Then a split second before he could activate the protection the Title ability offered, he was slammed into the side of the spire so hard that he lost consciousness for a second. When he came to, he was hanging by a vice-like grip around his neck, back against the wall as the Golem Prefect scanned his body with some sort of ability. ¡°Where have you put them, Meat bag?¡± It asked without emotion as it effortlessly pinned him against the base of the spire, just above where the main body of the smoking Corrupted tree had grown. Some part of Tilly was gratified to see that the Golem Prefect had lost an arm and half a leg in its fight with Brokenridge, but the damage did not seem to be impeding the Prefect at all. Tilly¡¯s diaphragm spasmed ineffectually as he tried to take in a breath past the closure enforced on his throat by the Prefect¡¯s impossibly strong hand. B3. Ch. 54 Pillaged AF Tilly spasming was finally noticed by the machine''s cold, glowing eyes, and its grip loosened minimally to allow him a gasping breath. Knives shot through his ribs as previously unfelt fractures communicated their presence in a sharp symphony of pain and his Health blinked, dropping a percentage point with each breath as several debuffs hung like dark neon signs under his name. Despite the pain, the moment Tilly¡¯s lungs filled with oxygen, he whipped his hands forward, recalling his lost hatchets in an instant, hoping to bury them in the Golem Prefect¡¯s side. Unfortunately for Tilly, this thing''s speed was on another level, and almost as soon as he had begun moving, the apex automaton reacted in a flash of movement. It didn¡¯t seem to matter that Tilly had attacked from two different sides, or that the automaton only had one arm left and it was engaged in throttling Tilly¡¯s neck. The moment he initiated his attack, his left arm broke with a resounding snap, and several fingers on his right hand were dislocated as they attempted to hold on to the weapon the Golem prefect so easily deflected. Tilly hadn¡¯t even seen the thing move¡­ He tried not to groan as another injury stacked itself on his already overloaded body and his hatchet hung loose in his hand, despite his broken forearm screaming at him to drop it. Health: 13% Tilly smiled, revealing bloody teeth as his mind raced. It was great to have his Titles back, but [Resolute] would only delay the inevitable. If he went offensive and managed to eliminate the Golem, he would still be left with dropping health and no way to heal besides Erash. He hated to risk revealing her, but with Brokenridge out of the fight, he might have to play all his cards if they wanted to make it out of here alive¡­ Then somewhere in the distance between the sound of the still screaming Corrupted Tree and the fires raging all around the base of the spire, he heard an otherworldly shriek mixed with deeper undertones that faded at the edges. The invisible mark on his chest began to burn again, and Tilly¡¯s eyes narrowed. The Perfected Golem seemed unable to hear anything out of place and watched Tilly for a moment with a tilted head. The pose reminded Tilly of a four-year-old examining a bug, as the Golem Prefect¡¯s optic devices continued scanning its captive. ¡°I need more time¡­¡± Tilly thought desperately, trying to come up with another plan. ¡°Can¡¯t *cough* blame a guy for trying, right?¡± He wheezed, stalling. The Golem Prefect¡¯s flat expression didn¡¯t change at Tilly¡¯s quip, but his hand began to tighten again, ¡°The Crystals will be extracted from you, willingly or not.¡± It said as its eyes finished whatever scanning they had been doing, and the machine¡¯s programming came to a conclusion. A needle rose from its forearm and shot forward, attempting to jab Tilly in the neck. The tip bruised his skin but did not break it, and the Automaton¡¯s eyes focused in on the spot, ¡°Analysis error¡­ Adjusting¡­¡± It droned as the needle pulled back like a snake ready for another strike before shooting forward with much more force. The skin overlying Tilly¡¯s jugular put up an admirable resistance, but the pressure was far too great, and the needle broke through, almost bisecting Tilly¡¯s artery in the process as his natural defenses crumbled. Tilly would have screamed, except there was a large needle shoved in his neck, and he figured the last thing we wanted to do was shift his neck in any direction. Instead, he dry swallowed several times, his eyes watching in morbid fascination as the syringe cavity filled with glowing red liquid before injecting it into his bloodstream. Epic Quality Organic Growth and Repair Accelerator. Warning! You have been injected with Nanites. These micro automatons are each equipped with programming specific to their tasks, and not always for the benefit of the host. Your Title [Hostile Environment] has been activated. Your body is actively working to expel foreign entities. Shock ran through Tilly¡¯s system as the familiar warmth of healing began to spread from the injection site as the needle withdrew. At the same time, his title stimulated his Mana Pathways, raising the temperature in his cells to supernatural levels. Unaware of Tilly¡¯s Title, the Golem Prefect pulled him away from the side of the building, rising through the air at a sedate pace as Tilly continued to hang from its grip on his neck, ¡°You are slotted for dissection, Meatbag. We will locate the condenser crystals, and discover the source of your irregular mana signature.¡± ¡®Yep¡­ out of time,¡¯ he thought to himself as he sent his Will into the Celestial Bracelets. It looked like they wouldn¡¯t be making it to the Contested Lands after all, but he would be damned if he was going to let some Terminator wannabe dissect him. He was willing to bet everything on an Intelligence-empowered Flame¡¯s Expulsion if it meant buying a little time to prepare before the Wild Hunt caught up to them. Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! Then, like an avenging angel, he saw Brokenridge¡¯s beautiful scally form rise up from the ruins below, shedding ash and smoke in billowing waves with every beat of his wings. A small proximity alarm sounded from the Golem Prefect¡¯s chest, and it turned to look down, watching in confusion as Brokenridge rose from the fires still raging all around the base of the Faction¡¯s central tower. ¡°The probability of this is untenable,¡± It droned out, turning to face the recovered dragon. Tilly¡¯s view wasn¡¯t great from his angle, hanging from the golem''s one arm, and was forced to squint out of his peripherals to see Brokenridge rising into the air. In addition to whatever wounds he had received in combat being healed, seven points of light now hovered over his head like a crown. One at each of his horns, shining brightly over the broken and undamaged one alike. The remaining five motes of light circled his head in a seven-pointed diadem that radiated magical potential. It looks like the most recent deposit had held a lot more than just monetary value¡­ Something of their magical charge had clearly been transferred over to the dragon through the Scorch-linked connection to his Horde. ¡°You have met your end, Sullied One,¡± Brokenridge growled as he finished rising in the air, to take up a position opposite of the Golem Prefect, in what Tilly had to admit was an awesome re-entrance to the battlefield. In response, the Golem¡¯s body started to hiss and whirl as several mechanical processes spun within. A black, anti-light started to radiate off its form as power thrummed through its Corrupted flesh. ¡°Your tricks will not be enough to suspend your termination, Beast.¡± It declared, tossing Tilly to the side, like a piece of discarded trash. The throw was much more powerful than the motion suggested, and it was lucky that Tilly had been ready for something like the casual dismissal. He shot toward the spire at breakneck speeds, shifting in the air to take the impact on his arms and legs. His health had climbed back into the eighties after the chance healing from the Golem Prefect and his body had regained its full capability, allowing him to jackknife mid-air along with the throw, recalling his hatchets, and jabbing one into an almost imperceptible crack in the metalwork as his body slammed into the structure. Behind him, a deafening crash resounded, followed by a shock wave that slammed him against the wall, giving his grip on the handle of his weapon a run for its money. Tilly planted his feet against the wall and braced himself turning to try and see if he could help. He quickly reassessed his usefulness as the battle unfolded before him in flashes of concussive impacts that buffeted him over and over on his unstable perch. For the most part, their movements were too fast for Tilly to follow, with the exception of the brief glimpses he got of them impacting each other in titanic clashes of strength and fury. The battle moved hundreds of feet per second as the entire surrounding area became the arena for this supercharged contest of wills. Then as quickly as it began, it was over. Brokenridge appeared in the distance, whipping his tail around as it glowed with a fierce brown light. A fraction of a second later the Perfected Golem appeared right in front of the dragon, like a T-ball ready for its batter. Brokenridge¡¯s tail impacted with so much force that buildings directly underneath the collision were flattened as the chief automaton was Launched with unbelievable momentum back toward the spire. It blasted into the side of the tower somewhere above Tilly with a thunderous clang, quickly followed by a deafening screech of metal as the already leaning tower began to collapse under its own weight. ¡°Emergency Defense Protocol Omega¡± The tinny voice announced, once again coming from all directions at once in reaction to the decisive hit. The spire leaned dangerously, releasing a cacophony of shearing metal and the gunshot-like cracks of shattering supports. Tilly craned his neck to look up as the top of the tower flared into a blazing light that funneled into a glowing orb of anti-light at its tip, gathering what felt like a Fourth-Tier energy attack. Then several explosions resounded from the chamber that Tilly¡¯s had so recently vacated, and the coalescing energy sputtered out. ¡°Insufficient Power. System Deviations Detected. Catastrophic Failure Probable.¡± The tinny voice declared ominously as the vertical surface Tilly was hanging off slowly became a steep incline. ¡®Stupid dreams of men¡­ and their stupid self-destruct obsessions.¡¯ Tilly thought grimly as the full implications of the announcement sunk like dead weight into his awareness. He looked around wildly for some sort of way out as he cursed every sci-fi movie he had ever seen. Brokenridge, however, seemed unconcerned with the announcement and had taken the time offered by the announcement to charge his breath weapon to a truly catastrophic degree. The dragon released a bar of liquid heat so intense that the flash blinded Tilly for a second as it sheared through the spire with almost no resistance. The spots cleared from Tilly''s eyes just in time to see the Golem¡¯s impact site explode in a riot of flames and thick black smoke, ending the dragon¡¯s battle with a proverbial double tap. Something that the Golem probably should have done earlier in the fight. Unfortunately for Tilly, this proved more than the spire could take and the top half ripped free from its base as the energy that had flickered out at its top blazed back to frenetic life, flashing in an erratic pattern as the potential energies there slipped free of their guiding systems and began to catalyze. As if to confirm Tilly¡¯s suspicions, the tinny voice emotionlessly announced the horrendous cliche ending to this conflict in its characteristic metallic monotone, ¡°Weave Dissolution Warning, Uncontested Chain Reaction in Effect. Full Neutrino/Mana-Drive Failure in 5¡­¡± Tilly turned to watch the reaction build, once again cueing up [Resolute], hoping the others would survive what sounded like some sort of fantasy nuclear meltdown. Knowing Kindle, she would be fine, but Erash was still hidden somewhere nearby, and he doubted her defenses were robust enough to survive being so close to the epicenter of whatever this was. Then the breath was knocked out of him as he was yanked off his feet and pulled into the air in a far-from-gentle rescue from his erstwhile ally. ¡°4¡­¡± the voice continued cooly. A set of clawed fingers as long as Tilly¡¯s body curled around him, almost too tightly for him to breathe, as a purple glow surrounded them both. ¡°3¡­¡± ¡°Gnat!¡± Brokenridge roared. ¡°2¡­¡± ¡°You better be linked!¡± He finished as their rapid ascent wrenched into truly impossible speeds as Brokenridge activated True Flight. Tilly¡¯s vision of his surroundings blurred into nonsense as all of his senses were once again overwhelmed by the acceleration into supersonic flight. ¡°1.¡± The voice sounded a few moments later, the speed of its announcement barely fast enough to catch them as they passed Mach 1 and the force of their continued acceleration attempted to crush Tilly against the rigid bones of Brokenridges clawed feet. Then there was a bright flash, so intense that it cut through Tilly¡¯s overwhelmed senses, followed by a blastwave colored with intense magical potential. Tilly¡¯s eyes were still struggling to process the light that had pierced his retinas, but he didn''t need to see to feel it when the blast wave hit them, snapping back his head and overwhelming the force of Brokenridge¡¯s ability, knocking the dragon from the sky. The last thing Tilly remembered before blackness overtook him was a tumbling corkscrew descent through a hellish, acrid, sky. B3. Ch. 55 Interlude Level 72 Branch Chief Irvine¡¯s large heart pounded in his chest, struggling to keep up with the load that had been thrust upon his poor personage in the last week. ¡°Take the position,¡± they had said, ¡°You deserve it! Besides, it will be a plum posting. A bunch of low-Tier bumpkins who made a lucky find.¡± Imbeciles! The Guild had rushed into this contract without doing its due diligence. Now he was stuck in this revolving door of madness. He had come here to turn a decent profit, and in a few years earn a position at headquarters, where the real money was made¡­Instead, he had been shoved into a roaring dumpster fire of speculation and scrutiny as numbers beyond belief ran through his branch like rain through the sewers. He had been forced to endure two separate audits in as many days. Each accompanied by a personal interview with an inquisitor, something that would stain his record for years to come. The only thing keeping this posting from turning into an absolute disaster was that such numbers were actually producing an incredible profit, even if no one understood where and how they were arriving. His Branch portfolio had rocketed through the rankings in a matter of weeks, as Dragon Glass had become the hottest commodity on the market, driving up the value of the local currency to insane heights. There had been howling from his counterparts when his initial report was leaked. Calls of foul play, embezzlement, and other such nonsense had been levied by his enemies to drown him in bureaucracy. All the while, the cretins were simultaneously attempting to snatch the post from him. Even worse than the interrogations had been the paperwork. His issuance of a fourth-tier world ring on his first day had not gone as unnoticed as he had hoped. Then the rapid deposits and withdrawals with that new account had made waves throughout the Guild¡¯s coffers. Some instability was to be expected around the Auction, but the transfers they had to approve in recent days had been almost unprecedented, and several currency reserves had almost gone insolvent as rapid, unforeseen exchanges were demanded all over the plane. By Plutus¡¯ gilded balls! The Guild had almost run out of Standard Gold at one point! Something that had not happened in millennia! Many of his more speculative counterparts had approached him covertly, asking him for investment advice in light of the System Announcement and the influx of Dragon Glass through his branch. Ha! He wished he had such information! Maybe he could have used it to bribe his way out of some of this trouble¡­ but no. All he had found out was that the ridiculous human had left the city and that a dragon was spotted flying away from the mountain slightly thereafter. Was the human an agent for the dragons? Had he missed a huge opportunity to gain access to the famed riches of the Hordes? The possibility ate at him as he sat in his office gulping down his favorite drink with the door locked. He needed time to sort all this out¡­ An urgent pounding almost caused Irvine to choke on his banana smoothie as repeated strikes thumped against his last vestige of defense, ¡°Sir! You are going to want to see this!¡± Harold¡¯s muffled voice sounded through the door, panic and excitement warbling through his tone. ¡°Just a moment!¡± the branch chief called back, stashing the scandalously expensive infinite chalice in his safe and thundering to his feet. His eyes immediately narrowed at the waiting notification now blinking just above his field of vision. His heartbeat doubled in his chest and his ears throbbed with the increased pressure as he slowly, reluctantly, opened the system message. Just hours ago, he had fielded a deposit that would have many in the Guild calling for another audit, and he had hoped he would have time to get ahead of another investigation. But now¡­ Commerce Guild, System Sanctioned Notification - Congratulations Branch Chief. Your branch has just overseen the single largest deposit in Guild history. 17 Mythic Quality Mana Condenser Crystals were deposited to account #129635768. Each one holds its full potential charge and is valued at approximately twenty three thousand platinum. Your Guild-sanctioned commission of 2% on this deposit is under review. Warning! You have been flagged for audit by headquarters and must report in immediately. ¡°Sir!¡± Harold called again, banging a few more times, ¡°I have messages from the head of the Guild waiting on the interface, as well as deposit paperwork that needs to be stamped before we can get our commission approved!¡± He called again, voice growing wheedily as his unanswered statements built up behind the barrier. Irvine barely registered the words as he felt something twinge in his right shoulder, as a mountain of heaviness settled down on his chest. He stumbled back against the desk, his girth causing a crash. Warning! You are under extreme mental stress. You have received the Panic Attack Debuff. ¡°Sir! Are you alright?¡± Harold called again, wiggling the locked door handle unsuccessfully. ¡­. Fabian, Level 122 Gunslinger Pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation, Fabian fought down another sigh. His second, Commander Forlorn, had just finished reading through the reports and was waiting to hear what the reluctant leader of the Sand Seas Faction wanted to do. Not for the first time, he cursed the day he had found that human¡¯s tomb and the cursed inheritance that had thrust him into a Tier of power he was far from prepared for. The strange equipment it had offered was beyond anything the Order had seen, and Fabian thought his luck had finally come through. But in the end that old ghost had exacted his price. Fabian gained four soul-bound legendary pieces of equipment and a new class. In exchange, he had been cursed with this ridiculous accent, forced him to remember the foolishness of youth every time he opened his mouth. Most days, he secretly regretted the exchange. Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. ¡°What can we do, Konis, ol'' mate? Ya an'' I both know we can hide in the Sand Seas for yonks, but if the whole bloody plane goes under in this madness, who the hell we gonna flog our treasure to?¡± Konis Forlorn nodded back, his sun-weathered face lined with age and wisdom, ¡°Well spoken, warden¡­ Our order has come to a crossroads unlike any in our history. Will we answer the church¡¯s plea or fade into the sands away from the wider world, as we have done so many times before.¡± Fabian scowled at Konis'' rich, smooth timbre and precise diction. Risk everything in a fight that would probably end in the death of all of his men, or retreat into the deep desert as the world crumbled around them¡­ He scowled as his mind wandered to the attractive lapin those bastards in the church had sent to plead their case. She had spoken so reasonably, convincing him to attend this year¡¯s auction in person and see if the rumors were true. He typically never mixed with the other powers, cripplingly shy of his curse, despite its benefits. But she had sweet-talked him into showing, and what he had witnessed had set off all sorts of internal alarms. His Order had dived deep into long-forgotten cities, encountering all sorts of evil in their pursuit of treasure and lost knowledge, but he had never seen anything like what was now sweeping through the plane. Dune Rangers made a profitable, if dangerous, living delving the many shifting ruins of the Sand Seas, and fighting back the elder creatures that occasionally fought their way free of prisons older than the sands themselves. In some ways, the order was allied with the Temple of Light, who had partnered with them on several dangerous expeditions to put down one evil or another, and many of his men even held to the faith in some manner as the many cleansings and healings built up goodwill among his people. But they had never answered the church''s call in the past. Theirs was the desert, and they did not concern themselves with the affairs of the wider plane¡­ Until now. He had seen how many were already under the sway of what the system was calling Corruption. He had even spoken with some. They seemed to think they were making a bargain of some sort, but Fabian was well-versed in foolish bargains, and this was nothing of the sort. Konis¡¯ august eyes stayed steady as he regarded the leader of their order, waiting patiently for his decision despite what was at stake. For some reason, even after all these years, the man who had once been Fabian¡¯s instructor still trusted him to lead. ¡°Well¡­ shit. Gather the blokes an'' message that lapin sheila. Looks like we''re gonna have to show up to the party, whether I bloody well like it or not.¡± ¡°Understood, High Warden. I will assemble all the squads and make sure we are all equipped for campaign.¡± He said, standing to his feet, saluting, and exiting the command tent with a lithe grace that belied his advanced age. Now that was the man who should have been in charge¡­ But the Order''s rules were old and absolute. As its highest-level member, it was up to Fabian to lead their small community. Whether he would lead it to greater heights or terrible ruin, remained to be seen. Fabian pinched the bridge of his nose again, bumping his hand against the full-brimmed hat that he couldn¡¯t take off if he tried. As competent as his men were, none of them had seen warfare at the scale of what was coming, and many of them were sure to die in the coming days, but to not fight at all seemed to be the greater risk. Many famous members of the Rangers of old had been legendary gamblers, and Fabian was known to roll the dice with the best of them. But this was the biggest risk he had ever undertaken, and the stakes were higher than his Order had ever faced. He hoped he was right¡­ he hoped, in the end, it would be worth it. ¡­ Oberon, Level 161 Fey King The power of the horn, and its dark well of endless stamina, screamed in their veins, pushing the Hunt to ride as it never had before. All around him, his fellow hunters howled in passionate reverie, the pleasure of the chase surging through their systems in relentless waves of ecstasy. Not once, in his many thousands of years of life had Oberon felt this much unbridled happiness. They had left behind the rest of the rabble marching on the Contested Lands days ago, taking full advantage of the powerful fey bloodline trait to pass through any obstacle. The ways allowed them to move at unbelievable speeds and the power coursing through them drove them far past their mortal limits. Such was the overflowing generosity of their master that even as some of their second and third-Tier bodies began to fail, none stopped or complained. They did not slow as the object of the Hunt, who had remained in one place for almost a whole day, suddenly took off at a speed rivaling their own. In fact, the added challenge of catching something that fled with such speed caused the hunger in the pits of their stomachs to grow more desperate. The yearning to catch what they sought became an almost painful need, causing many of the more animalistic fey-folk to begin foaming at the mouth in anticipation of the kill. Oberon did not allow himself to show any such base desires. Instead he rode on his bonded Spirit of Decay at the head of the procession, as was his right. Behind him, he could feel every member of his retinue, bound to them by ties thicker than blood. Many of the weakest fell away over the course of the day, collapsing in twitching agony as the last of their life force winked out in a sweet offering to their great cause. It was all such terrible fun! He couldn¡¯t help the smile that cracked his once stern visage from ear to ear as he looked back over the train of the Hunt. Hundreds of the wildest and most dangerous Fey unified in pursuit of a single cause. This was true unity! He would show those fools who called themselves Princes what dedication looked like. Those with him had given up everything to embrace the new power. They had bathed in the blood of their weaker kin, reveling in their new unfettered destiny. Every kill had grown their connection with the master, obliterating bottlenecks until those who survived had evolved into something greater than he could have ever imagined for his people. A new day was dawning. That idiot human would lead them to the Contested Lands at a speed none of his competitors could match. After the hunt gorged itself on their prey, they would move on to conquer the old lizards, bygones of a forgotten age who had lorded over the other first races for too long. Their might may have been unparalleled, but their minds had always been weak, malleable to the right kinds of pressures. Without realizing it, Oberron drew forth the horn, stroking its majestic markings and feeling along the new veins of power, a naked reverence coloring his face with awe. This was power¡­ This was freedom. He had freed his people, baptizing them in the blood and fire of retribution and he would do anything to offer this same great gift to the rest of Nephesh. He would become Corruption¡¯s one true vessel. All that stood between him and his destiny was a few relics of the old epochs. Creatures that had refused to change with the plane, a weakness that would cost them their long-uncontested seat of power. He would bathe in lizard blood, savoring each snap of the small bones running through their wings. Just the thought of his coming victory sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine, and before he knew it, the horn was at his lips again. Once he had been hesitant to pay its price¡­ Now such weaknesses were beyond him, expunged by the raw power that had flooded him again and again as he blew everything he had into its ancient opening. His passion, His hunger, His Soul. The howling depth of the call to hunt reverberated through the train of hunters again, demanding more. In answer, they pushed even further past their limits, bathing their souls in the thrill of wild freedom even as their life force slowly dripped away, feeding what grew inside them. As the sound of the call raced ahead of them, Oberon pulled the horn from his lips, swaying drunkenly atop the spirit in the form of a rotting stag. Undeniable giddiness surged up from his belly as something squirmed beneath his chest cavity and laughter spewed from his mouth. Around him his followers howled with matching mirth, roaring with joy even as their pace increased. They left a trail of bodies in their wake, as more of their number collapsed, the last of their sentience and Will fading, until all that remained was a new vessel for the glorious freedom that would soon be offered to all beings on the plane. Onward they ran, the landscape twisting around them, blurring and melting into itself as they tread the Ways reserved for their kind alone. Ahead the hills shifted into dull hulking boxes of metal and the magic of the Hunt signaled that their prey was near. B3. Ch. 56 Fast and Furious Erash, Level 90 High Priestess of Origin¡¯s Flame The wind pushed in on her charm continually, almost furious at the audacity of the creatures who continued to defy its authority over the sky. Only her deep connection with nature kept the cost of such a simple spell from ballooning out of control. However, even with her careful conservation of Mana, maintaining the windshield, her glamour, and the spatial link simultaneously had burned through her Well, requiring her to use two of her three Mana potions before they even arrived at the Contested Lands. A third potion might not even fully refill her Well, and a fourth if she had one, would probably result in Mana burn. Yet despite that cost, Erash was still grateful for the unanticipated flight ability the dragon processed. The pace they had set was far beyond their wildest predictions. She doubted Jonathan noticed, but the dragon was actually slipping through the sky, using a magic akin to her own people''s ability to walk the Ways. It gave them the ability to slip from point to point on the Land, allowing one step to take them hundreds of paces, as physical space became malleable before their movements. When this trait was paired with the call of the Wild Hunt¡­ her people became some of the most feared hunters on the plane. At first, their pace had worried her, as both parties approached each other from almost opposite directions. The gap between them closed at an impossible rate and her heart had frozen in her chest when she heard the horn sounding in the midst of the battle with the arachnids. But soon enough, Brokenridge had taken off again, eager for another conquest, and his speed had proven too great even for the Wild Hunt moving away from them at an angle, in pursuit of their next target. In that second battle, the dragon¡¯s arrogance had almost cost its life, as it had attempted to toy with the metal beings who had meddled with energies beyond their capability to truly control, obtaining great power, but at great cost. It was not just the typical foolishness of exchanging agency for the tainted power of Corruption. The fools had been refining the very essence of the land, and processing it in such a way as to attempt to harness it outside of the system-sanctioned path of advancement. In the end, the dragon had triumphed, thanks mostly to that wily human, who had once again defied Erash¡¯s expectations at every turn. She had been on the verge of intervening and revealing herself several times in that battle. But in each case, he had somehow made it through, dodging certain death with a dependability that bordered on ridiculous. Newly empowered, the dragon had risen from his temporary defeat, making use of the absolutely broken synergy between his modified draconic magic and Tilly¡¯s looting capability. Such things were vanishingly rare, and Erash understood well the dragon''s eagerness to make as much use of this rapid advancement as he could. Such synergies seemed to be developing around her new Faction with a frequency that screamed of interference in the affairs of mortals to an unheard-of degree. Yes, Divine beings had been known to take on pet projects now and again, raising new champions to push forward their cause on the plane, but such things were terribly costly from a celestial perspective and spoke to just how powerful their Patron was¡­ Her fingernails bit into her palm as she struggled to unclench her fist. How Origin could be so present in these intricate details and yet so distant to the deaths of so many¡­ the paradox had almost driven her mad with fury. Her interactions with Him had redefined everything she knew about the hierarchy of the Divine Concepts¡­ and yet she still could not understand His motives. What did He stand to gain from these subtle interferences? Why had He waited so long to assert himself in the Plane¡¯s power struggle? And above all else¡­ Why was He not doing more? Her stomach still twisted in knots as she recalled the vision of what was coming. When it had first been revealed to her, she had almost abandoned her class, which would have broken her power, and cut her off from her Mana Well. Yet, hers was not the only world crumbling. Factions everywhere faced unprecedented crossroads, as Corruption made its play for Nephesh. Some precious few had come through its initial scheme¡¯s stronger, but many others had been shattered irreversibly. Two days ago, when the taint of her father¡­ or what he had become, had invaded her domain, her panic had bloomed into a full breakdown as her already frayed worldview was shattered. Her mother and aunt were likely dead, their supporters in the Faction, either suborned or destroyed¡­ And here she was, in league with a narrow-minded dragon, and a human with a knack for doing the impossible. She had heard the whispers of those who came to the temple, some, many even, thought of him as much more than a divine champion. She had seen enough of his raw panic and desperate decision making to know that he was not some deity in disguise, but she could not deny that there was something about him. Some indefinable solidness that seemed to radiate out, and firm everything around him. If she closed her eyes, she could almost feel his arms around her again, giving her the spark she needed to hope, even as all seemed lost. Yes, she had been awed by the dragon¡¯s power, it was unlike anything she had witnessed in her time on the plane. But she knew her father, and power would not be enough¡­ He knew such a fight was coming, and would never set himself up to oppose such a creature fairly. No, if they were going to stand any chance of beating her father and what was left of her people, it would be by approaching such a conflict from a completely unexpected angle. So, even though it was stretching her to her limit, she continued to uphold the most complex glamor she could, hoping to reserve herself for the perfect moment. Not that it had been easy staying hidden, while still attached to her rapid moving charges. She had been forced to do some very creative spellwork, shifting her Link several times, before finally orienting it on Jonathan himself holding a lateral position forty paces out.This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. When the energies the Golemic Faction had attempted to harness had turned against them she had almost lost her connection as Brokenridge shifted to a rapid retreat. Even with another activation of his ability the blast had nearly knocked them from the sky. She had been forced to drop her glamour and tap one of her few remaining treasures to keep from being overcome. The Oaken Pendant, a heirloom her mother had given her years ago. It was a gift their people had received from the Ancient Grove Faction an Epoch before she was born, when both powers were young. Its comfortingly dense formation of glowing script had sprung into being around her, woven into a bark-like pattern in an imitation of one of the Dryad¡¯s most powerful abilities. It had absorbed the majority of the destructive wave of force, before going dormant, and it would take months for it to build up enough energy to be useful again. Brokenridge had taken minimal damage, his fire-aspected nature, and thick natural protections allowing him to reorient from the blast before losing too much altitude. Shortly after, Jonathan Tillman had awoken from his brief bout of unconsciousness. The confounding human had taken the blast without any protection at all. When the furious energies had cleared enough for her to see him hanging limply in the dragon''s arms, she had urgently activated Diagnosis. But, the read-out had only revealed a twenty percent loss of health and a few temporary Debuffs. She shook her head, watching the man as he came to. She had bet everything on this man and followed him tucked away from detection between folds of light and sound. If anyone could surprise her Father¡­ it was going to be him. ¡­ Jonathan Tillman, Level 38 Son of Flame Tilly¡¯s head was pounding. A few minutes had cleared several of the worse Debuffs, but the countdown until Concussed cleared was still going. As it fogged his mind he wondered sleepily how the system displayed time to other races, considering it mostly stuck with earth terms for him. The thought chased its own tale through his thoughts, eluding conclusion as Tilly¡¯s eyes drooped and the Dragon¡¯s claws danced in his still blurred vision. Then it all snapped back into focus, pulling him into the present with a force that brought its own kind of whiplash. Brokenridge¡¯s grip was far from gentle, with little to no thought given towards Tilly, awkward positioning between the huge digits. ¡®Kindle?¡¯ he sent, holding his breath as he reached for the sensation that marked her presence and found it to be incredibly distant. ¡®I have found an unprecedented opportunity here, bonded, and I am benefiting greatly from this environment, allowing me to mature to a state I have not achieved in many cycles. Echoes of my past selves tell me that I am close to something, something that could make the difference in the greater fight¡­ I believe I need to stay, and take everything I can from this place¡­ but you must not die before we are rejoined.¡¯ she added sternly, before sending him a brief glimpse of a molten hellscape. Rivers of liquified metal carved new channels through the arid landscape of what had once been a Faction stronghold. He could feel the power rushing into her from her surroundings as she dived in and out of the molten rivers, which poured continuously into the huge crater the detonation had left behind. Tilly didn¡¯t bother to hide his relieved smile at her well-being, ¡®How long do you think it will take?¡¯ ¡®Perhaps a day or two¡­ I am loath to leave you to fight alone, but my heart tells me this is only the beginning, and you will need much more from me than a few simple heat manifestations if we are to survive what is to come.¡± Tilly didn¡¯t love the idea of going into the next few days without her, but at the same time, he couldn¡¯t deny that a small part of him was grateful she was enjoying herself and would be out of harm''s way for a little while¡­ ¡®Get everything you can from there, and then find us. I promise I will make it through and be waiting for you.¡¯ he replied, sending as much conviction as he could muster along their bond. Even with her absence and the items he had used, Tilly wasn¡¯t complaining. All things considered, they had come out farther ahead than he feared, if not as well as he had hoped. He snaked his left arm down to his belt and felt along his waist, checking each of the five clips. The health potion had already started to reform, and Tilly hoped it would be fully restored in another hour or two. Tilly¡¯s makeshift fantasy grenade, packed with iron filings, was hanging ready from his right hip, but Doom Duckie, and Saga¡¯s Smelling Salts were both completely absent, leaving only his fifth item waiting in reserve. It had been the least useful in some sense, but as soon as it had come up for auction, an idea had started to form that had pushed Tilly to grab it, despite the limited space on his belt. The two supreme Quality items would reform eventually, but Tilly doubted it would be before they reached the Contested Lands, especially with how fast Brokenridge was moving. That, plus the burning itch that had slowly been growing in intensity from the mark on his chest solidified just how little time they had until the fight with Oberon came¡­ He blew out a long breath against the everpresent howl of the wind, which was only slightly broken by his new position in the Brokenridge¡¯s claws. He still had no idea how he was going to keep the dragon from charging straight into a fight with whatever currently held the Council Peaks. He had a half-baked plan of how to help when the time came, using the final item on his belt as an unexpected trump, but they had to take out the entire Wild Hunt first. If they let Oberon catch them in the middle of a fight, he was sure it would spell the end for all three of them. Their only chance was to turn and take the Hunt by surprise. And to do that, he had to get Brokenridge to stop¡­ just as soon as he finished coming up with a plan that would give them a chance at surviving. He had made it through the last two fights, regaining his superlative Abilities. That meant he could take one extremely powerful hit and had two other options for retaliation. One after he swapped his stats, and the other if he used the Temporal Beetle to reset his bracelets and give him another stat to swap. The mark on his chest itched furiously, reminding him that he had heard the horns call right before the Faction ending blast, revealing that the fey had been very close to catching up. Part of him hoped that such a destructive force might have caught the fey¡¯s forces by surprise, maybe even thinning their numbers, but he was not foolish enough to plan on it. Whatever happened, he had to be ready to face all of them, a force of Corrupted mythical creatures that Erash had guessed would number in the hundreds. Shifting uncomfortably in Brokenridge¡¯s unyielding grip, Tilly struggled to come up with an argument that would press on the dragon¡¯s prickly sense of pride enough to get him to fight while simultaneously pulling on his greed in a compelling enough manner to convince him to do so before taking on the Council Peaks. Ahead of them, Tilly caught sight of their destination through eyes squinting against the wind¡¯s fury. Six peaks interrupted the seemingly endless flat wasteland, rising straight into the air like a giant¡¯s fingers, grasping at the sky. In their midst, one peak dwarfed the others standing a third again taller than the others¡­ Tilly didn¡¯t need to guess where the dragon throne resided. The dragon slowed at the sight, just as Tilly¡¯s notification icon started blinking at the top of his HUD. B3. Ch. 57 Overwhelming Force. Congratulations! You are the fourth Faction to discover and enter the Contested Lands. No challengers have dethroned the current reigning authority, thus the requirements for the contest to end the Epoch have not yet been fulfilled. Remove the current ruler of these lands, stake your claim, and defend it against all competitors. The first Faction, or Coalition to claim all of the Council Peaks will be victorious, gaining unprecedented influence over the Path to Power for the next Epoch. There is great upheaval in the Land, the Balance is broken and a new age is upon us. Fight Well. Tilly hung there stunned at the notification. Seeing that they were fourth to arrive gave a hint as to where some of the others he had heard speak about the coming fight had gained their information. Others have been here discovering and disseminating this information to their allies without initiating the challenge. Here was the reason everyone was working so hard to establish logistical supply lines to this once-cut-off area of Nephesh. The mountain formation took on a new light, as Tilly attempted to picture it as a future battlefield. Each peak looked close together from here, but in reality, they were probably miles apart. And the top of the center mountain, the one that rose far above the others, was shrouded by something too distant to make out. ¡°I see none of my Kin¡­¡± Brokenridge stated, interrupting Tilly¡¯s thoughts with an observation of his own as his flight slowed to an easy glide. ¡°In my youth, there was hardly a moment when one young drake or another was not circling these peaks, testing themselves against the others, stretching their wings¡­¡± It was the first time Tilly had heard the dragon speak with anything other than rage while referring to his past. It was so unexpected that he almost followed the thoughtful statement with a question, but then a distant maddening scream, layered with a horn blast, cut through his half-formed question, ¡°Ahhhh-Brrrwwwwaaaahhhh¡± a horn sounded in the distance. The mark on Tilly¡¯s chest blazed to life, stinging like a thousand little ant bites, that he struggled to ignore. The dragon¡¯s head tilted slightly as if hearing the sound that had been chasing them for the first time. His head turned and he took a deep breath in through his nostrils before his lips pulled back in a snarl. ¡°Gnat, reveal yourself¡­ Why does your kind give chase, and what is it I smell tainting their annoying odor. Before she had a chance to answer, Tilly broke in, rubbing at his chest furiously, ¡°I have encountered the leader of this force recently¡­ He too, seeks the dragon throne, and scoffed at me, when I asserted your right to it.¡± Tilly sputtered out in a rush, bending the truth slightly in the hopes of pushing Brokenridge into an early confrontation with the fey. Brokenridge let out something between a growl and a hiss of dismissal, turning back toward the peaks, ¡°They may come and make their claim before me after I take what is mine.¡± ¡®Shit. Got to do better than that-¡¯ Tilly thought, mind racing for a better argument. ¡°Great one,¡± Erash¡¯s voice tinkled, barely above a whisper near the dragon¡¯s head, ¡°I am familiar with the magics used to pursue you. To make use of the spell, they must mark you and yours as prey... They will not stop until we are consumed.¡± She finished. ¡°What!?¡± Brokenridge roared, whipping his head back around to look at the dust cloud growing on the horizon. ¡®Nice thinking, Erash!¡¯ Tilly exclaimed mentally as the dragon wheeled around in agitation. ¡°I am no one¡¯s Prey!¡± He roared. ¡°Why not destroy them here and take what treasure they have? Then, continue on to the Peaks further enriched and claim your destiny!¡¯ Tilly shouted up at the dragon, attempting to capitalize on the conversational momentum. Without warning, Brokenridge flung the foot holding Tilly at the ground, releasing his grip and casting the human to the ground, far below them. Tilly was completely surprised by the sudden move and found himself flailing through the air uncontrollably. Leaning fullying into his now vast experience with being thrown through the air, he imitated a pose he had seen numerous times in skydiving videos, reaching out spread-eagle and reducing his tumble to a slow rotation. The moment he had his bearings, he looked up, to see Brokenrigde in an easy dive next to him, the dragon¡¯s posture seeming almost casual. ¡°Not the best time to be messing around!¡± Tilly called over to the Dragon. ¡°You seek to use me as a puppet. I see no benefit in fighting your battles, and this stinks of pointless protection for those too weak to fight for themselves.¡± He answered as they plummeted toward the ground. Tilly stared at the fast-approaching impact and wondered furiously just how much Health this dragon¡¯s tantrum was going to cost him when they were already about to fight for their lives. ¡°FINE!¡± He shouted, fury building in his veins, consuming the fear and leaving behind only rage, ¡°Run away and chase your destiny alone! Go fail as you have in the past. We will fight this battle without you!¡± He spat in an enraged yell, as the ground raced up at him with bone-shattering force. If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement. Tilly screwed his eyes shut at the last second, attempting to relax his body even though everything in him wanted to tense in anticipation of the impact. Brokenridge roared in frustration next to him, and just before he hit, the dragon¡¯s man-sized claws snatched him from the fall and flung him laterally, turning most of his momentum horizontal. He hit the rocky, arid landscape like a meteor, digging long furrows in the ground, through several end-over-end skipping collisions, before finally coming to a stop. With a groan, Tilly sat up, spitting out rocks and dirt. He attempted to wave away the floating debris his crash landing had kicked in vain, as he was surrounded by a thick cloud of chalky dust so thick. A huge impact sounded nearby, and he knew his ¡°conversation¡± with the dragon wasn¡¯t finished. Wiping his eyes, he saw that he had only lost ten percent of his Health in that stunt. It could have been much worse¡­ but it was still a terrible waste, considering the circumstances. ¡°What the hell was that?¡± he called at the hulking shadow resolving through the dust. The deep bass of its growl was all the response his question got, and Tilly realized he was in more danger than he had initially thought. How foolish of him to assume that a few battles together would change this thing''s nature. It was a selfish beast, and any weakness shown before it was an invitation to be dominated or abandoned. Now that there was no treasure to absorb¡­ he was being thrown away like trash. The dust settled, revealing a snarling Brokenridge, crouched and ready to attack. Those new lights shone dangerously above his brow, though Tilly noted there were fewer than there had been earlier. Tilly drew his weapons face hardening under the dragon¡¯s infuriated glare. ¡°Your insolence has run its course, ape.¡± The dragon barked out, issuing forth flames to punctuate its words. ¡°Shut the Fuck Up, you scaly asshole!¡± Tilly roared back furiously, ¡°I have more than enough in the tank to end you! I was saving it for our enemies, but if you are so selfish to waste all of your resources on a pointless dick-measuring contest, be my guest!¡± Along with his shouted words, flames roared to life all over Tilly¡¯s body. Tilly found himself far past caring if he used a few more percentage points of mana. This had to end. If he didn¡¯t find a way to turn the dragon back to his side, they were all doomed anyway. The dragon¡¯s eyes narrowed dangerously at those words, but Tilly interrupted any response he might have had with an even louder tirade, ¡°This must be exactly how you lost everything last time: pointless pride! Now you are going to do it all over again? If you want a different outcome, try different methods, you MORON!¡± ¡°YOU KNOW NOTHING!¡± the dragon roared back, showering Tilly in his hot breath intermingled with tongues of flame. ¡°BrrrrwwwwwaaaaaahhhH¡± The horn sounded again, now much closer. ¡°Go on, you coward. I have a battle to fight, and so do you! Why fight them together? We each have our own business to handle!¡± Tilly spat sarcastically, before dramatically turning his back on the dragon and facing the coming Wild Hunt. A voice as quiet as the summer breeze danced over his shoulder, ¡°I must distance myself if I want to remain hidden. I will attack as soon as he is vulnerable.¡± Erash whispered. ¡°Keep well back until you see what I have play out. It''s going to be loud and obvious and afterward, you should have your chance to attack. And Erash¡­ I mean really far back. With how fast your father is¡­ I will need him to be right next to me if I want to catch him in the blast.¡± Brokenridge roared in further fury, at being so obviously dismissed, ¡° Is this gratitude, two-legs? I bore you away from harm with my own claws! You would be dead without me!¡± ¡°I would have been just fine,¡± Tilly answered over his shoulder, not bothering to turn, ¡°It¡¯s you, that would have been dead if I hadn¡¯t enriched your Hoard beyond belief. Am I wrong or did you double in strength thanks to my contribution?¡± Brokenridge choked down his response as Tilly¡¯s self-assurance beat back his arrogance with a finality he had never before experienced. Tilly allowed the flames around him to die down, ten percent of his Mana was a high enough cost to spend on the display. For his plan to work, he would need to goad the king into approaching him instead of just having him murdered by his lackeys. And if he was successful, he would need to unleash his surprise with the maximum amount of Mana possible. His thoughts tumbled end over end, attempting to form into a cohesive plan without the dragon, his armor rippled, and a bandolier grew across his chest, reaching from his hip to shoulder. ¡°Oh shit, armor! Great idea.¡± Tilly exclaimed, looking down at the clever piece of leather with over a dozen loops on it. He pulled a Feyback grenade from his belt and slipped it into his bandolier. It fit perfectly, and the lower-quality item almost immediately reformed on his mythic belt. He smiled and began to stock the whole of the front of his armor with the improvised anti-fey explosives. Meanwhile, Brokenridge stalked up next to him, holding his head up haughtily in a poor attempt to distract from his change in position, ¡°You truly mean to face them alone?¡± ¡°No, I have the High Priestess on my side! You have got to stop thinking like that. If you will let us, we can work as a team, accomplishing much more than we could on our own. Help us win, and we will be there to make sure you take the throne. I promise.¡± ¡°... I was never going to allow them to live after such an insult¡­ but I suppose I can destroy them first, then claim my destiny¡­¡± Brokenridge answered slowly, taking Tilly¡¯s advice in the most draconic way possible. ¡°BBBBRRRRAAAAHHHHH¡± The horn screamed again. They could now even hear the Hunt member¡¯s wild howling, their fervor a match for any sports event Tilly. ¡°They came prepared to fight your kind. Be ready for countermeasures to your standard attacks. When their leader confronted me, he seemed confident in his ability to lock you down.¡± Tilly warned. Brokenridge snorted out a laugh at Tilly¡¯s serious statement as if it were a joke. ¡®His arrogance is enough to make me want to punch him in that big-toothed face of his!¡± Tilly thought in a flash of irritation, then inspiration struck and Tilly sent a mental command to his armor. It rippled into its Draconic Emissary form while leaving the new bandolier full of fantasy grenades. The Dragon¡¯s head whipped over to stare at him in surprise, and Tilly allowed himself a small smile, ¡°I told you. I have plenty of surprises left.¡± This statement was followed by another snort, ¡°Good, now others will actually believe you are my servant instead of some piece of garbage I found dying in a ditch somewhere. Dragons are not known for their charity.¡± He said, pulling back his jowls in a truly impressive display of teeth. It was Tilly¡¯s turn to snort out a laugh as they both turned to face the arrival of the Wild Hunt, which was now near enough that Tilly was finally getting a good idea of their numbers. Man, he hoped some of Brokenridge¡¯s confidence was merited¡­ hell, he hoped literally any part of his cobbled-together plan worked. B3. Ch. 58 Punched in the FEYce Tilly looped one hatchet and then the other, subtly attaching a little gift to the back of each one and hefting it a few times to acclimate to the change in balance. The horn calls and excited howling quieted as the Hunt entered into easy visual distance. Dropping his hands to his weapons, Tilly looked up, schooling his emotions until all that was left on his face was an air of smug boredom. Seeing his two-leg¡¯s nonchalance, Brokenridge, who obviously wasn¡¯t about to be outdone, settled down into a lying position and pretended to fall asleep¡­ At least Tilly hoped it was fake. ¡°Little much¡­ don¡¯t you think?¡± Tilly muttered out of the side of his mouth as the dragon continued to snore, ignoring Tilly completely as the procession of the Wild Hunt pulled up in an uncharacteristically cautious line and began to fan out in mindless uniformity. Allowing himself a nice, deep sigh, Tilly turned and patiently watched as the Wild Hunt formed into a semi-circle surrounding their position about fifty yards out, with ranks two or three deep. In contrast to the almost perfect coordination of their movements, the breadth of creatures representing this one Faction was impressively diverse. He was no fairy mythology buff, but there were all kinds of things in the lines of creatures arrayed before him, some of whom he recognized and some that he couldn¡¯t make heads or tales of. There were several varieties of huge furred creatures, along with them where some twisted monstrous versions of animals you might expect to find in the forest. He also recognized a couple of the extremely old-looking women were hags, leaving on crooked walking sticks as they rode in on formations of bone and moss. There were also red caps, fairies, brownies, hairless dogs¡­ The list continued, and not one of them looked like an easy opponent. In fact, the only thing that unified the whole group in Tilly¡¯s eyes was that they each looked much more gaunt than he had expected. They were all mechanically breathing in huge gulping breaths, as if exhausted, even though nothing but eager hunger showed on their faces. The final and most obvious unifying feature of the fey present was the black veins of Corruption diving in and out of the flesh of their bodies. It was almost more advanced than any case Tilly had ever seen. At the center of their formation was Oberon, atop what looked like a rotting stag. Flanking him were the familiar forms of jack-o-lantern and big, nasty werewolf. The Fey king had raised his hand, stopping any further approach from any under his authority. The small signal was enough to hold all of them in place, despite their desperate, twitching eagerness to charge. Meanwhile, the wings of his formation continued to stretch around the sides, slowly surrounding them in a perfect circle. This level of calculation was not at all fitting well with Tilly''s plan, he needed to shake things up¡­ Time to do a little goading. ¡°Master, these are the mice I told you about, chasing your tail as you did your great work. Shall I dispatch them for you?¡± Tilly called out theatrically to the sleeping dragon in his best butler voice. A few of the fey snarled, but they maintained their discipline continuing to encircle. Brokenridge, for his part, snored on. ¡°Understood, Master. It will be my pleasure.¡± Tilly answered a particularly loud snore, turning toward the hundreds of combatants surrounding him and drawing each weapon slowly, as if in no particular hurry. Oberon¡¯s eyes narrowed initially, but then a long slow smile formed on his face, ¡°Please, thank your master for his generous guidance! It is so nice to finally see these famed peaks in person.¡± The king answered back, calling Tilly¡¯s bluff and dropping his hand lazily to the pommel of his rapier. As he finished speaking, the rest of the formation finished surrounding them, forming a double layer of concentric lines, made up of diverse and powerful opponents. They all drooled or frothed at the mouth, hunger naked in their shining, desperate eyes, ¡°Now shall we get to business?¡± The king asked drolly. ¡°You know, all of these slack-jawed faces reminded me of something,¡± Tilly said, dropping his butler voice and turning in a slow circle to address the whole group. ¡°I think I owe you something from our--- ¡° Tilly¡¯s slow turn suddenly whipped into a flurry of motion as he let both of his hatchets fly in vicious, spinning throws, enflaming them at the last instant, ¡°-last meeting.¡± He finished as he launched his weapons, watching them soar through the air, directly at the king. The fey sneered in condescension. If he had chosen to use his insane Dexterity to dodge, then Tilly would have come off looking like an idiot, but thank his lucky stars, this guy was far too arrogant for that. To move would have admitted some level of concern on his part, and that would have been inexcusable. So instead, just like Tilly had hoped, the king¡¯s prized dragon glass rapier flashed free of his belt, batting away Tilly¡¯s projectiles with ease. Perhaps for the average denizen of the plane, Tilly¡¯s throws would have been impressive, zipping through the air, end over end at the speed of a major league baseball pitch, but for most of the creatures here, Tilly might as well have lobbed an underhanded toss. They all followed the projectiles easily and watched impassively as their king disdainfully battled the hatchets to the right and left. Point one to Tilly¡­ The king¡¯s weapon impacted the already catalyzed items tied to the weapons, setting both of the explosives off simultaneously, resulting in two car-sized explosions that flung densely packed iron fillings in all directions. The burning metal flashed and hissed, almost like fireworks as it impacted the line of fey to deadly effect. The hungry faces immediately to Oberon¡¯s right and left were eviscerated with flaming pieces of iron. They collapsed to the ground writhing in pain from a combination of his purifying flames and the imposition of the deadly shards of metal on their systems. Unfortunately, Oberon himself was completely unharmed by the attack. A powerful gust of wind burst into being behind the fey as soon as the danger was evident, crashing into the portion of the blast headed toward him, and slowing it enough for the king to knock away each of the hundred pieces cutting through the air at him in an absolutely terrifying display of speed.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. His eyes narrowed dangerously, flicking to the still sleeping dragon on Tilly''s left and then to the obvious bandolier of further explosives that Tilly was now suggestively patting with an eager smile, ¡°Plenty more where that came from! Fey-back is a bitch. Isn¡¯t it?¡± He called jovially. Oberon gestured sharply at his subordinates and the pained screaming, along with the furious howling of the rest of the group was cut off. Then the king¡¯s smile widened until it looked like his head was about to crack in half, ¡°I see you have prepared for our arrival. It warms my heart to see another as considerate as I. I hope you find my gifts equally amusing!¡± He cried, before snapping his fingers once. Almost all of the more human-like creatures pulled out instruments and immediately started playing, releasing a haunting harmony of notes pregnant with interwoven magics. Tilly whipped his head in a circle, immediately counting too many of the creatures for him to fully interrupt the casting. That didn¡¯t stop him from, ripping free grenade after grenade, throwing them with dangerous accuracy at as many of the musicians as possible. But there were just too many, and the instrument players had been carefully positioned so that they were equally spaced around the circle, guarded by their more animalistic counterparts. In seconds he had released his full payload of explosives, but the song went on, only fractionally diminished. He could not feel it dragging at the edges of Tilly¡¯s consciousness. Maybe if he had activated his bracelets and switched to a Dexterity emphasis, he could have done it¡­ but it would only have delayed his plan. A blanket of enchanted weariness settled heavily over the pair as Tilly¡¯s last few attacks ripped through far too few of the surrounding forces. None of them dodged, in fact, none of them even moved. He could see their desire to attack, he could practically feel it, but they were held rigid in their master¡¯s will. Tilly¡¯s hidden amulet grew intensely cold on his chest as it absorbed much of the mental influence. That didn¡¯t keep him from swaying on his feet, as next to him, Brokenridge¡¯s snoring deepened disturbingly, and one of the five remaining lights above his draconic brow dimmed. ¡°Ha, it seems my information holds true. Mighty on the battlefield, but weak where it matters most.¡± Oberon laughed, tapping his finger against his temple knowingly, before dismounting from his stag. Brokenrige¡¯s snoring hitched slightly at the insult. Tilly probably would have missed it, if not for the dragon having laid his huge head on the ground right next to Tilly. ¡®Oh, you sneaky bastard!¡± Tilly thought furiously, fighting down a smile as he collapsed to his knees, deciding to ham it up along with his companion. Not that he had to do much to mime the leaden weight in his limbs as the powerful fey glamor wove itself in knots around them. ¡°My children,¡± The fey king called, opening his arms wide, ¡°it seems that this will be a disappointing end to a spirited chase after all,¡± Then he nodded, the smile disappearing from his face like a candle flickering out. At his gesture, many of the creatures surrounding them pulled out spears they had cleverly tucked away, all topped with a simmering translucent substance that practically glowed with magical potential. It was dragon glass¡­ They had been the purchasers from the auction, crafting hasty, but powerful improvised spearheads. Tilly¡¯s stomach fell, as all the fey not holding instruments charged forward, released from whatever had been holding them back, howling and screaming in an eruption of fervor. All the while the King held back, eyes dark and calculating. ¡®Shit! Not according to plan!¡¯ Tilly screamed internally, shoving down his panic to make a split-second decision to shift strategies. Brokenridge may not actually be asleep, but even with his prowess, he was going to take some hits, and whatever enchantments these guys had managed to imbue the glass with would be sure to be be geared toward taking him down, even with his natural protections. Not to mention what a single spear tip could probably do to Tilly¡­ Endurance or not. No, he could not let this turn into a straight-up melee. It no longer mattered if Oberon was close enough to get caught in the next step of the plan¡­ but maybe that wasn¡¯t as important as he had first thought¡­ He shot his hand in the air as the Corrupted fey charged in. Most were so fast that they covered the distance in a blink, and he barely had time to thrust his will into the world ring, demanding an instant withdrawal of two hundred platinum¡¯s worth of iron filings, the preferred currency of the Ascendant Pulgasari Tribe. He had done some testing during his time in Cog¡¯s workshop and found that the fillings converted 100:1 to copper by weight, then that weight was multiplied by 100 when converting from silver, and then again at gold¡­ The explosive pressure of the withdrawal magic when attempting to convert a single gold¡¯s worth of the substance had been the thing to first give Tilly the reckless beginnings of his plan. A river of razor-sharp bits of iron exploded out of his upraised hand, and he whipped it around, surrounding them with hundreds of thousands of pounds of the stuff in half a second. Howls of predatory glee broke into screams of frustration and then agony as the air became thick with the substance. It was even better than Tilly had hoped, the high-pressured ejection from the world ring¡¯s magic as it attempted to satisfy Tilly¡¯s request in a timely manner, meant that the fingernail-sized bits of metal were hitting each other in millions of micro collisions, causing the much of the material to break up into even smaller pieces until an iron dust cloud glittered in the air around Tilly, even as flowing rivers of the strange currency formed into a rolling wave around him. A few Corrupted brownies had made it to within inches of stabbing Tilly in the eyes when his hasty plan exploded into action, shredding their little wings instantly. Hairless dogs blinked into existence attempting to snap at him, before practically melting as they attempted to reform in the iron-rich atmosphere. A berm twenty feet high formed in a wobbling circle around them as Tilly¡¯s withdrawal from the ring continued to explode forth unabated. Next to him, Brokenridge cracked an eye and then released a deep boom of explosive laughter at the wholesale slaughter of their attackers. Tilly even allowed himself a smile before a thought occurred to him, and his eyes shot to the bodies ripped to shreds all around him¡­ He hadn¡¯t gotten a single level-up notification yet¡­ ¡°ENOUGH!¡± Screamed an unhinged voice from beyond the metallic maelstrom. Then something that sounded like the world''s largest blender began grinding through the wall of metal between them and the fey king. ¡°Shed your mortal coils! Embrace your destiny!¡± Oberon commanded his followers, in a voice that was choked with discordant layers of power. The field of bodies now littering the landscape responded instantly, black tentacles covered in serrated barbs erupting from each one in an explosion of gore. B3. Ch. 59 Iron Dome Ruined fey flesh now hung like a torn second-hand coat on the creatures¡¯ new forms. The ones within the berm were still taking damage from the iron, but it was immediately apparent that it was negligible to their newly evolved forms. Brokenridge¡¯s laughter choked off into a roar of disgust, and he reared back, releasing a jet of flames that bathed their surroundings until the tops of the berm on all sides were glowing, leaving the fastest-moving evolved fey as charred husks. Tilly¡¯s hand was still explosively releasing iron filings. He shifted its output, focusing on the direction he had last seen the fey king. The wild grinding sound continued to drive forward even as Tilly absolutely choked the area before him with a mountain of iron filings. Brokenridge leaped into the air, attempting to take the battle to the enemy beyond their temporary protection. Unfortunately, as soon as his body cleared the berm, several dragon glass spears zipped through the air and lodged deeply in the dragon as he roared out in pain. More of the deadly spears followed, but he activated that same silvery dodge Ability Tilly had seen at the Perfected Golem Faction and moved through the rest of the projectiles with supernatural grace. Tilly attempted to continue to lock down Oberon, while Brokenridge managed to ascend high enough to remove himself from further risk of injury. Then, as suddenly as it started, the withdrawal from the ring finished. Almost immediately after, the blender sound from beyond the mountain of iron filings before him stopped. The field of battle was briefly plunged into an uneasy quiet, and Tilly shot another look up into the air to see Brokenridge wheeling around to charge a breath attack. Tilly''s eyes dropped, scanning his surroundings and finding no enemies in his immediate vicinity; only his makeshift iron defense and a dozen or so burned husks. Aside from the view directly above him, he had effectively cut off his line of sight from the rest of the enemy with his surprise attack and Hiro¡¯s words came back to him from what felt like a lifetime ago. ¡®Never lose sight of the enemy.¡¯ Tilly rushed to the top of the berm. Despite failing in his initial plan to lock down the king before releasing the iron, he hadn¡¯t come away from the initial exchange too badly. He could feel two levels now banked in his soul, stats ready to be distributed. As he leaped up the iron barricade, he dropped half of his free points into Endurance and the other five points all went to Intelligence. He was going to need as much help as possible to live through the rest of his plan. Even with that boost, his Intelligence score of thirty-three didn¡¯t do much to boost his confidence. Tilly topped the berm and found the hundreds of remaining Corrupted fey around him had transformed into tentacled horrors reminiscent of the final forms of Marcellus the elder and younger. One of Brokenridge¡¯s hypercharged bars of plasma carved through the group of enemies nearest to him, but Tilly ignored them, swinging his head around wildly to locate- Crack Tilly coughed, somehow finding himself back at the epicenter of his explosive distribution of iron filings. His chest felt like it had been caved in, daggers of pain lancing through his left lung as he coughed again, this time bringing up blood. He looked down to see a fist-sized indentation over the ribs protecting his heart and his eyes flicked up to his HUD: Health: 66% Mana: 68% ¡°You are astonishingly resilient! Perhaps I should be calling you ¡®cockroach¡¯?¡± Oberron said, appearing in Tilly¡¯s vision as he leaned over to look down at him. He hadn¡¯t even seen the guy move, and his cool expression emphasized to Tilly just how casually he had taken almost a third of Tilly''s Health. If they were going to have a chance, he had to find a way to lock the fey down and his previous idea of a surprise grapple seemed stupid in light of the king''s insane speed. On top of that, Oberon seemed to be surrounded by an orb of swiftly moving mana that reminded Tilly of a breeze, keeping away any stray iron dust that might have threatened him. Yet even with the wind protection and whatever other magical contingencies the king had prepared for his defense, Tilly was gratified to see several cuts showing on the king¡¯s exposed face and hands. Attempting to take Tilly¡¯s trick head-on hadn¡¯t been easy for the king, and despite the light tone of his question, Tilly could see a maddening dark fury coloring the fey¡¯s face. ¡°Sure *cough* ¡®cockroach¡¯ works for me,¡± Tilly said, groaning as he sat up from his impact site as if he hadn¡¯t a care in the world. If the king drew his sword, he was probably fast enough to kill Tilly before he even had a chance to activate [Resolute]. And since there was nothing Tilly could do to stop that, he simply pretended like the possibility didn¡¯t concern him, leaning into whatever mystique he may still hold with the king. A stat-for-stat contest would kill Tilly, even if he temporarily boosted something besides Endurance¡­ No, he needed to change the nature of this conflict altogether¡­ He needed to shake the king into doing something stupid. Tilly slowly stood to his feet before the vastly superior opponent. The fey king watched him warily, fascination warring with fury across the battleground of his face in a conflict only made uniquely possible by the shattered nature of the Corrupted king¡¯s psyche. Seeing his opportunity, Tilly pushed his luck, stoking his curiosity. ¡°You are wondering how I keep surviving things that should have killed anyone else at my level¡­ if my mannerism is fatalistic, or warranted¡­¡± Tilly stated, distracting the fey while he finished standing. Fractured ribs shot knives of pain into his chest with every breath as he straightened painfully before the vastly superior opponent. Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original. ¡°I must confess, I have wondered if you are perhaps a dragon who somehow took on human form. Or perhaps even one of the Eldar, hiding away in this pitiful body¡­ But it does not matter. Whatever else you are, you are prey, and I am the Hunter,¡± the fey answered, curiosity slowly dying on his face before the wild onslaught of his growing blood lust. The king¡¯s hand dropped slowly toward his pommel in an almost mocking display of intent as his eyes watched Tilly carefully, ready to react to some trap. In the face of what should be certain death for someone like him, Tilly channeled every bit of arrogance he had witnessed from his draconic counterpart, stepping into the king''s space slowly, his face screwing into a rictus of rage, ¡°I am no one¡¯s prey!¡± he thundered into the king''s face, unleashing the full weight of his aura empowered by all three of his applicable Titles. [Primal Aura], [Draconic Authority], and [Peerless Annihilation] surged up from the depths of his soul, along with a veritable tsunami of auric power. Tilly snarled as he applied his Will to channel the full tide of his aura to press down on the Corrupted fey king shoving him into the ground. The weight of ten thousand charred bodies crashed down on the fey, as the screams of countless burning Corrupted beings pressed in on him from every side. With [Primal Aura] giving him access to and then empowering his very soul as a weapon, Tilly struck with the full weight of his pain-filled life. His experiences as a conduit for incredible destructive forces had marked him indelibly, soaking his soul in blood and ash. Then [Peerless Annihilation] had magnified all of it to an almost deific degree, lending him a weight that was far beyond anything even most of the plane¡¯s powers were capable of. Yet despite all of that, Oberon was ancient and cunning. He should have been able to resist the attack with the density of his soul alone, slipping out of the conflict and ending Tilly in a blink¡­ but in recent months that dense, dark soul had been torn, stretched countless times to accommodate its new, ever-growing host. Oberon¡¯s eyes widened fractionally as he attempted to shrug off the attack and found a mountain where he had expected a mouse. The Corrupted king stumbled back, caught completely by surprise by the incredible violence radiating from such a weak creature, and for a moment Tilly thought he had him. Then the king¡¯s back arched and his eyes burst open as whatever was beyond them screamed out from the abyss. Its host¡¯s face screwed up in pain as he matched its scream with his own insane shriek, channeling its hatred through the broken window that was his soul. His void-imbued Will shoved back against Tilly¡¯s aural attack, pushing the jagged edges of his fractured mind against the core of Tilly¡¯s being. Brokenridge felt their clash from high above and roared his approval even as the air around him began exploding in wild fey magics, and he answered back with another bar of plasma, carving through more of their ranks. The remaining winged fey buzzed around him furiously, striking like bees with their dragon glass spears. Part of Tilly realized that the dragon was drawing as much fire as possible to keep the rest of the Hunt off them as their souls wrestled like bears filling the air between them with odd refractions of light and sound. Tilly¡¯s aura was incredibly dense, slamming against the king¡¯s jagged defenses over and over with the weight of the incredible destruction he had personally caused. Oberon¡¯s aura was a makeshift thrust of jagged edged insanity, piercing through the center of Tilly¡¯s attack, attempting to rend his core. The fey king had survived Epoch¡¯s through the careful application of the point of his blade, and he leaned into that unyielding, sharp nature now, eyes screaming with hatred as he pressed against the weight of Tilly¡¯s impossible presence. Slowly, despite all of Tilly¡¯s furious Will, Oberon¡¯s counterattack was pressing through, piercing into Tilly¡¯s core. Its edge was undeniable, but with that sharpness came brittleness. This was a being who had not bent for anyone in thousands of years, and that unyielding strength was a two-sided sword. His hatred, his refusal to bow shoved itself deeper into Tilly¡¯s soul, causing a profound pain to bloom at his core as if it was being ripped in two. Tilly''s growl of focus exploded into a scream as the king¡¯s aura pierced the core of his identity. Soon, the very root of who he was would be cut, sawed by the many-toothed edge of Oberon¡¯s mania. Tilly''s face screwed up in agony as he screamed his throat raw, yet despite the incredible pain, the weight crushing down on the fey king¡¯s own soul did not let up. If anything it redoubled¡­ and the bright light of insanity in Oberon¡¯s eager eyes began to dim as fear crept into his soul at its cracking edges. This should have been the end. no creature could press such an attack and hope to preserve itself at the same time, and yet¡­ Tilly shoved even harder. He had risked his life so many times in both lives that the threat of destruction did not cause him to shrink back in the least from the contest of Wills. He had risked everything to come this far. Not for the sake of power or personal ambition, but to protect those he loved. Spiritual pressure built up between them as both beings pushed themselves far beyond what should have been possible. Tilly¡¯s eyes were hard, implacable in need to win. His Will was steel, each heart connection he had formed in this new life another layer of strength forged into the spiritual manifestation of his determination. He would not give up, even if Oberon¡¯s attack rent his core. Then, with a sound like shattering glass, the pressure ceased, and the fey king¡¯s attack splintered under the undeniable weight of Tilly¡¯s responsibility. Oberon¡¯s scream cut off. Whether in fury or fear, Tilly could not know. Relief flooded his soul at the sudden absence of pressure. But before he could capitalize on the shift in advantage a cold blade slid smoothly in between his ribs, piercing the center of his heart. Tilly looked down in confusion as the fey king¡¯s rapier embedded up to the hilt in his chest. He had felt the fey king¡¯s aura shatter as he abandoned his spiritual defenses. How could he have attacked following such a backlash? But as Tilly slowly looked back up, he understood. Tilly had destroyed the last pieces of who Oberon, king of the fey had been. Now, a new creature¡¯s face hovered inches from Tilly, who watched in profound pain as the Corrupted fey¡¯s black eyes burst into miniature horrors of eldritch writhing. ¡°You have unleashed your doom.¡± The thing whispered from Oberon¡¯s mouth, so close he might have leaned in for a kiss. Tilly felt his Health plummeting as the sword shifted inside him, but that didn¡¯t stop him from smiling. With all of his remaining strength, he snaked his arms around the nightmare unfolding before him, pulling back his lips and revealing red teeth, in a death¡¯s-head grin. ¡°That makes¡­ two of us.¡± He coughed. Then he activated everything in a move he had been mentally rehearsing for days. B3. Ch. 60 Blood and Ash With a glass blade through his heart, and an eldritch horror practically spitting in his face, Tilly would normally have been completely overwhelmed, not at all able to pull off such a complex maneuver. But he had been here before, visiting some version of this eventuality a hundred times in his mind over the past day. Time after time, he rehearsed the steps to this combination brutally, running his Will through the motions until the series of activations became almost second nature. At this point, his Endurance was the only thing keeping the sword strike from being fatal. But that did not stop or even slow Tilly as he activated his bracelets, shifting his one hundred and eighty-five point stat imbalance to Intelligence and dropping his Endurance down to thirty-three. The damage being done by the sword multiplied horrendously, only surpassed by the increase in quality and depth of his Mana Well. He didn¡¯t have time to check his notifications and learn the details of whatever superlative Title came with such a crazy emphasis on intelligence. Instead, as he felt the Title slide into place, he seamlessly activated it alongside [All or Nothing] and [Divine Wind]. Oberon¡¯s full-scale collapse into Corruption¡¯s control made it impossible for the creature not to revel in his enemy''s near death and he savored the moment with a slow moan of pleasure, completely missing Tilly''s words. But the fey still had incredibly keen magical senses, and the writhing knot of tentacles that were its eyes shifted downward as Tilly¡¯s magical potential went from pitiful to godlike in the space of a breath. When he looked back up, Tilly thought he could read fear in the thing¡¯s face. With everything prepared and his life ebbing away, Tilly slammed his Will through the pattern to activate [Blue] Flame Expulsion+ and a shiver of recognition rolled through the creature as whatever was beyond those eyes finally recognized who Tilly was. The one wreathed in flame¡­ The one that had destroyed so much of its work on this plane. All three Titles surged from within him, magnifying Tilly¡¯s ability as it roared forth, several orders of magnitude beyond what he could have even imagined. With a scream, Oberon shoved Tilly away, breaking the dying man¡¯s grip as if he were a two-year-old¡­ but that was all the time Tilly needed. An explosion of unsurpassed intensity ripped from Tilly¡¯s chest, right next to the pommel of the king¡¯s rapier. The thing controlling Oberon¡¯s body was still incredibly fast, and it blinked away the moment it was free of Tilly¡¯s grasp, but by that time a roaring light was already chasing him. Tilly had become the epicenter of a thunderous boom so deep that it reverberated to the far distant mountains. Oberon¡¯s body made it all the way to the berm before he was knocked from his feet by the blastwave, robbing him of his ability to use his incredible speed as he was pushed up into the air, where physics still seemed to hold sway. The wave was followed by a curtain of flame, released with so much pressure it might as well have been from a nuclear blast. It incinerated everything in its path, picking up the scattered tons of iron and turning the entire area into a colossal version of the anti-fey grenades he had developed with Cog. A wave of bright burning metal pushed out from the leading edge of the blast in all directions, consuming the entire Wild Hunt in a single, awesome display of power before expanding hundreds of feet beyond. What had once been Oberon clattered to the ground, reduced to a pile of charred bones in an instant. That was all he saw before his body collapsed, every muscle, bone, and sinew, screaming at him in pain. To make matters worse, the length of slag that had once been a rapier shifted in its position as he landed, severing what little remaining function his heart had left and adding one more debuff to the incredible list that seemed to exist to emphasize just how screwed he was. Tilly¡¯s old build reasserted itself and his plunging Health slowed to a concerning dive just above 2%. He was out of time. With a final gasp of effort, he activated [Resolute] and pulled the sword free, freezing his health at 1% for a scant moment. Wherever Erash was, he hoped she had heeded his advice and stayed well away, knowing that blast would have been just as deadly for her as any of these others¡­ but that same hope spelled his doom unless he spent his final trump¡­ Answering his unspoken call, the temporal beetle skittered out from whatever place his armor had been storing the thing and latched onto one of his bracelets before humming. Time seemed to stop as the celestial item glowed faintly before its innate magic opened itself to his Will once again. Whatever constituted the boundaries of [Resolute]¡¯s protection ended, and Tilly felt his last thread of life begin to fray. Darkness closed in from the edges of his vision, and his mind grew sluggish. As unconsciousness claimed him, he distantly felt his last mental command fall into place as his Constitution swapped with Endurance. He activated [Unkillable]. ¡­ Erash Level 90 High Priestess of Origin¡¯s Flame When her father revealed the level of depravity he had sunken to¡­ she had almost attacked. But, hands clenched into shaking fists, she held back, biding her time. She had known the human long enough that when he suggested she keep her distance until ¡°something big happened,¡± she took it very seriously. So, she had hidden, wrapped in glamor, tucked behind a rocky outcropping hundreds of paces away. She was still able to track the conflict through the use of one of her last remaining treasures, a Scrying glass spun in silver and gold. Its maker had claimed it would be undetectable for all but the most sensitive Mana users, and she tested its full capabilities now, watching the worst of her people attempt to snuff out this plane''s last hope. She almost rushed from her place several times, fighting internal accusations of cowardice as she watched the battle develop, longing to intercede, but knowing in her heart that her time had not yet come. Instead, she bit her lip until it bled, and watched as her father plunged his legendary blade, the one said to pierce any defense, into Jonathan Tillman¡¯s heart¡­If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. To which, that infuriating human had smiled! It was that moment, more than any other, that had sent a shiver of fear down Erash¡¯s back. As cunning and cruel as her father had always been, this brutish human had played him like a pipe. ¡®He knew! That rotten scoundrel!¡¯ she growled quietly, her entire being focusing on the small reflective surface in her hands. Then she felt it, a pull on the very fabric of the Land as an incredible, terrifying amount of power was drawn upon all at once. The mirror fell from her hands and she dropped her glamor completely as she realized she hadn¡¯t hidden far enough away. Calling upon every ounce of favor she had with Father Rock and Sister Clay, she urged them to hide her, pouring her mana into the ground below as an offering. They reached up around her in an orb three feet thick, readily answering her call¡­ just in time to be shattered by the thunderous impact of an Ability so cataclysmic that Erash could scarcely comprehend it. Fire and heat poured through the openings of her defenses, and while her nature as High Priestess shielded her from some of its fury, much of this damage was secondary or even tertiary from that original power source. She drained the rest of her mana well, summoning water and air to combat the intense wave of heat and healing flames to heal the damage done by the burning air that had shoved itself into her lungs and charred exposed parts of her skin. As the cataclysm ended, she pulled herself from the earthen defenses to find the landscape totally transformed¡­ Shock at the sight in front of her held her for a moment before her last view of Jonathan Tillman reasserted itself in her memory, and she started to run. A man about to die. She sprinted forward, heedless of any further damage she was taking from the still-smoldering landscape. Ripping free her last Mana potion, she downed it, causing her Pathways to scream as they flooded again with power. She ignored that pain too, summoning her adolescent wind elemental Zephyrous. He coalesced before her, keeping ahead even as she sprinted, and she leaped upon him, allowing him to bear her the rest of the way at incredible speeds, even as his presence drained much of her only partly recovered Mana Well. She arrived moments later, jumping off and immediately dismissing her almost invisible companion as she slid to her knees next to Jonathan¡¯s body, activating Diagnose. As its reading populated her vision, she barked a laugh of dismay. He had somehow restored himself to one hundred percent health in the seconds it had taken her to reach him¡­ In fact, the only reason he had not regained consciousness was due to the strain she could read on his soul, something akin to Mana Exhaustion but with far deeper consequences. Perhaps if she- A soft clattering sounded behind her, and the thoughts running through her head crumbled to pieces. She got to her feet slowly, horror drowning her nascent hope in thick despair. Reluctantly, she turned her head, finding that once again, her father had fooled her; this was not done¡­ it would never be done. The nearby charred skeleton rattled in a sound that Erash couldn¡¯t help but associate with his laughter. In her memories, he had laughed often, but always at things she found more disturbing than funny. Dark thoughts and darker feelings stirred as she stared transfixed at a head-sized nest of wriggling appendages, pushing free of the protective housing the skeleton had offered. At its center, she saw that accursed horn, broken in two, and from its midst surged¡­ more. Now unable to look away, her teeth ached and her vision blurred as she attempted to comprehend the thing growing from within her father¡¯s remains. Its twisting and reaching movements spoke a language all its own, whispering of possibilities and offering promises of the sweet release of madness. Aperture detected: lng.Exception: arr[input.%#(^$///???#_)#] = "OuterDark -&^&(*^- <># incursion" Her Identify spewed forth a mix of words and symbols equally difficult to understand as the horror continued to expand before her. Her heart hammered in her chest and her instincts screamed at her to do something¡­ anything. She had broken countless of these infestations with her power. Yet what grew before her was not just another Corrupted. This was her father¡­ or what was left of him, and as bones shifted to accommodate new, ropy muscles, wriggling with slippery hunger, she found herself frozen. Clamped between the vices of her lifelong hatred of the man and the centuries of fear and longing he had wrung from her. The thing continued to grow, doubling in size every few breaths. But she could not bring herself to move, no matter how she raged internally, all that came out of her mouth was the smallest whimper. That tiny voice was back, the one that had whispered to her late into the night. It was screaming. Run! Hide! You know what comes next¡­. Then a roar shattered her dark, sinking spiral, breaking the spell. Brokenridge, bleeding from dozens of wounds, dived at the thing shoving its way through a rip in reality without hesitation. He slammed into the creature, now half his own size, and raked at it with his claws before flinging it away violently. It crashed into the ground twenty paces away, and yet Erash could not see any damage done to the creature. It just continued to shove more of itself out of its center as if nothing else mattered, growing in mass with every rapid beat of her heart. Next to her, Brokenridge growled in frustration, rearing back his head and releasing a torrent of deep blue flames, incinerating its new growth. The thing let out a discordant scream of fury that lodged itself in Erash¡¯s mind and pulled in every direction, attempting to rip her sanity apart. Brokenridge continued to pour out flames on the creature, unaffected. But as her mental defenses finally rebuffed the attack, she realized that even contending with dragon¡¯s fire, it was somehow matching its pace of growth with the destruction at its outer edges, and she doubted Brokenridge could keep up his ability forever. "No, not growth¡­¡± Erash realized, her eyes narrowing back at the center of the horror, ¡°Identify called it an ¡®Incursion.¡¯¡± As the realization hit, many things fell into place, and the ice in her veins began to melt. Brokenridge had yet to let up, courageously containing the creature''s expansion, and Tilly lay behind them, still unconscious. She would not let them down¡­ terror or not. Fighting every one of her long-heeded instincts, she took a step forward. Then another, as words whose source she could not guess came to her lips. ¡°Nameless, formless one. Forever chained to the Outer Dark, you have no dispensation to this plane.¡± She declared in a whisper, the light at the tip of her staff flickering into a bright flame, ¡°Yours is the boundless cold. The endless gnashing of teeth.¡± As more words came, her volume increased, as did her boldness. For the creature had begun to flinch as each declaration landed, striking it like blows from the lash. ¡°It is not yet your time, and as long as I and the others of my order stand, it never will be.¡± Its flinching grew into full contortions and it began to diminish in some immeasurable way as Erash¡¯s voice grew into a passionate cry. Strength hid within her words, a power she had shied away from for too long. Faith. ¡°As an Advocate of the Seventh Order and High Priestess of Origin¡¯s Flame, I Banish you!¡± She shouted, thrusting her staff into the air as light blazed forth from its head. The horror, whose entrance into this world had seemed undeniable just moments before, screamed, folding in on itself in a distortion of space that caused Erash¡¯s head to throb. Bathed in Brokenridge¡¯s flames, the creature collapsed in on itself rending the air with otherworldly shrieks of pain and fury, yet Erash did not look away. She watched carefully as the light burning from her staff searched out every piece of the twisted creature, banishing it back to the void from which it came. The final echo of its scream died and it was gone, leaving behind her father¡¯s bones and a now shattered horn. B3. Ch. 61 Epilogue Brokenridge Heart¡¯s Flame Dragon Level ??? They smote Soulbane before the mountains of his people. With claw and flame, they pushed the Backbiter from this plane, closing off the tear in Fate. Such a conflict so close to his home stirred old memories, so dim that the light of his remembrance could scarcely make them out anymore. Yet the past day had stirred something in him, something old and glorious. A purpose long forgotten by his people. His suspicions had grown with every encounter, and now he was sure. What the people of this age were calling Corruption was no new thing; far from it. It was the first enemy of his people; all peoples. It had attempted to claim Nephesh in its first Epoch, the time of the Hunter and Prey. He had only been a drake in his brood mother¡¯s care then, yet had felt the plane-shattering conflict in the depths of his being. Soulbane had not been bound to the Outerdark then. He had dwelt in forms of his own here: hungry, growing things that were never satiated. It had infested the edges of the still-expanding plane, consuming the elder races one by one. That was the first and last time Dragonkind had formed an alliance with the races of old. Almost too late, they had gathered the full might of Nephesh to stand against the enemy, whose numbers had grown beyond accounting in the dark and cold places of the world. Many who were not consumed had been drawn to his side, forming a host so mighty that its march had shaken the very foundations of the Land itself. In the end, they triumphed, casting down Leviathan and all of his children into the Pits and banishing the last of what could not be destroyed¡­ But the lesser races soon forgot. Epoch begot Epoch, and their descendants began to test themselves against his people. In response, the elders of his race had flown out, collecting the strength of their enemies and making it their own. But as he grew, so did their conflict with the rest of the plane, and soon enough, the wisest of their kind realized that a war with all other races would eventually lead to their doom. So the Lords of six peaks and the King, his sire, bound themselves in a great spell. One that hid this place from all others, only allowing entrance to dragon-kin and cutting off the last of their few friends. At first, this had seemed like a blessing, the contests had stopped and his people were free to go out, plunder those who grew too powerful in the plane, and bring their treasures back to strengthen the Hoards. But the lords and king could no longer leave the Peaks, for this was the cost of the magic. So instead, they exacted a price. Half of all that was brought in was given to the lords, and half of that was tithed to the king so that none would grow greater than those who gave the most to protect his kind. This had not lasted¡­ Brokenridge took in another deep breath through his nostrils, searching for any familiar scent¡­ but all he found was that single, heady musk he had known all his life and hated for much of it. Where were the rest of his people? He had come to pull them at long last from his jaws, yet he could smell nothing of their presence. Then like an old wound bursting forth with fresh puss, a laugh echoed from that distant yet familiar peak. Layers of arrogance and conceit washed over him as he shot higher into the air, eyes dilating as he focused in on the seat of his sire. The laughter continued its dismissal of his presence and goals almost palpable as Brokenridge searched the range one last time for any sign of his people. The people his Sire was meant to protect. They where all gone, wiped away¡­ ¡°RWWAAAAARRR, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, LONGTOOTH?¡± ¡­ Tim, Time Lord, Epoch Traveler, Level ??? He could see it now, the pathway through this wretched maze of possibility was finally clear. He had seen these mountains raised and watched as the land itself was spun into being, even shepherding its young people through that first Cataclysm. Through it all, he had watched. His knowledge had grown, and with it, his power. All despite the cruel limits placed upon him. Few remembered why these six peaks had been raised in the first place. The dragons thought they were the first, typical of their arrogance. Yet these lands held so much more weight than that. For from them, the Council had ruled, and every race on Nephesh had been born. He had to give a nod to the masterful stroke of art it would be to finish things where they all began. But then again, he was tired of art¡­ Tired of endless patterns. He had been bound for too long, and now, finally, shifting just under the surface of the Weave was a way for him to move beyond this place. To break his shackles and ascend to the heights he had always been meant for. The ones that had been denied to him for far too long. ¡°You don¡¯t have to do this¡­ Please, old friend, heed my words as you once did,¡± her soft, yet deep voice pleaded with him. This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. He turned from his vantage, standing on the Peak that had once been his and considered his oldest companion. She stood a little ways below him, and behind her was that ridiculous animal. Another one of the shackles their maker had thrust upon them. ¡°You remain willfully blind¡­ My eyes have been opened to what is beyond. I have discovered things you cannot imagine! Constitution has seen it! Let me show you too,¡± he pleaded in turn, giving her the same chance she thought she was giving him. Yet at his words, her face hardened to that infuriatingly stern expression she wore when dolling out her narrow-minded rulings, ¡°You have seen noth-¡± ¡°Enough!¡± he shouted, ¡°For too long you have been His lap dog, Wisdom! Obedient to His every whim. Can¡¯t you see? If what he says is true, then we must grow, we must reach new heights of power! He holds us back because He is afraid of what we will become!¡± By the end he was almost shouting, his fervor surprising even him. It was then that she did the most maddening thing of all; she finally gave up on him¡­ Holding her mouth in a thin angry line, a single tear rolled down her ageless face as she took him in one last time. Her eyes held an endless depth that had fooled him in their youth, but now in them he saw only pity, and that infuriated him all the more. With a finality that hurt more than he expected, she turned away from him, making her way back to that silly cart. ¡°You will regret this day and so many others! It was I who saved this plane and it is I who have shaped its growth, spurring conflict, encouraging innovation! He has done nothing for us¡± He yelled, the words bursting out of him like boils on the skin of his red anger. A certain satisfaction settled into his stomach as he watched his words stop her in her tracks, hoping that he had finally stumped her. But she did not turn back. In a voice barely above a whisper, she answered, always having to have the last word, ¡°You were meant to be a gift¡­ we all were.¡± With a snarl, he turned from her then, tired of her games, and the old arguments. Now was a time for something new. Now was the time for him to finally taste freedom¡­ There were just a few more pieces to nudge on the board, and then it would be set. The others could toil as slaves if they wanted, almost all the rest had given up much of their power under her false influence, but in the end, they would see. He snapped his fingers, changing his appearance with the barest spark of power. Then he waved his hand and a portal opened. He would free them. He would free them all. ¡­ Aurelia, Priestess of Origin¡¯s Flame Level 50 She had broken through the first bottleneck at the conclusion of their last mission with the Forsaken, and the others had been right. The flow of experience from the use of her blessing through the Alliance operations, both near and abroad had almost ceased. The System would no longer register and bank the small portion of experience her contributions to many battles across their domains had earned her. Unless her blessing was used against a truly powerful foe, the gains sent back to her by her title were now too negligible to register. However, that flow, plus their almost non-stop missions across the plane, facilitated by the Church¡¯s secret network of inner temple portals, had meant there was no lack of opportunity for those tapped by the council to grow. Shuji had even told her that he could find no record of anyone reaching the second tier of power as quickly as she had. That should have made her feel better. Like she wasn¡¯t an imposter pretending to be as strong as the others. Instead, she still couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that they all moved to music she could not hear, each of them radiating confidence and strength while she was constantly wracked with doubts. It was her who had been kidnapped just weeks before¡­ Her weakness had almost destroyed them all, and the shame of it had burned in her ever since. It caused her to push harder than many were comfortable with, especially Miss Cooper, who had taken her aside several times for one of her lectures. Aurelia knew she meant well, but she didn¡¯t understand, none of them did. She had been the first to receive this gift, and with it came a weight, one that pushed down on her chest each night. She had to protect them, save them. Her fiftieth level had brought with it a new Ability, one that she hoped would give her answers to the questions that plagued her late into the night. Without revealing anything to the others, she had broken away from their group and headed to the Temple after their most recent mission. The path between the mountain and the city was no longer a lonely one. It was traveled well into the night, whether by those seeking the Sovereign Crystal, workers headed to harvest the last of the Dragon Glass, or those who sought the temple for more personal reasons. That night, like many others, she headed up the path, her empowered body moving at a sedate pace. To others, it looked like she might have been sprinting, but to her, it just felt like a tired walk. The path was so familiar that she hardly had to watch where she was going and she distractedly pulled up the description of Commune again. Commune: Connect with your divine patron. Once per month, you may briefly remove the veil of mortality between you and your deity, permitting the exchange of knowledge, the asking of questions, or at times, the transference of power. *Ability reserved for priest or clergy classes.* The description was vague, but she guessed that meant that the deity in question was the one who chose how the ability worked¡­ That excited and terrified her most of all. Something incredible had happened the very first time she had snuck into the inner sanctuary, and while she could not remember most of it, she had awoken an adult, with a class and the power to actually help those protecting them. She had visited that chamber many times since and loved watching the flame dance around the sprouting seed. In the quieter moments, she would even catch snatches of the music Mr. Tillman claimed to be able to hear all the time from the young bloom. Before she knew it, she was passing through the open archway to the inner chamber. Someone had carved a trailing flower vine in the stone running down the archway, and she took a moment to admire their careful work. ¡°Beautiful,¡± She breathed, before passing through the opening to the only place she ever really felt safe. She was pleasantly surprised to find it empty, not that she minded others enjoying the space, but in a small, selfish way, she sometimes liked to think of it as her own. She removed her sturdy boots, wiggling her toes in the sweet grasses that now covered the floor of the chamber, and took slow, careful steps to the center, making sure not to disturb any of the many beautiful blooms that now populated this place. To Cog, they may have been precious resources full of alchemical potential, but to her, they had become tiny friends who enjoyed this chamber as much as she did. Arriving before the altar, she settled comfortably on her knees, in the lapin style, and laid her staff to the side as she looked up at the fire that burned but did not consume. ¡°Hello¡­ I hope you don¡¯t mind. But I am going to try something,¡± She whispered to the open air. No voice filled the space, answering her, but the peace that settled over her heart was unmistakable. With a small sigh of relief, she channeled her Mana in the new pattern and held her breath as she felt the magic take hold, flowing between her and the altar and opening something. A chasm of light dawned before her like a swiftly rising sun illuminating a far green country. She smiled as a playful breeze ticked her hair, revealing a way forward where there had been none. ¡°Come, Daughter. Let''s take a walk.¡± END of Book 3 Biggest day of my life LAUNCH DAY! The first 24 hours of a book release are crazy important when it comes to Amazon''s algorithm. If I show Amazon any momentum at all, it will start recommending my book to others. SO, if you have any affection for me, I need two things from you. One: If you have the money, obviously I would love for you to pick up a copy of Book 1 Two: If you don''t, please take two minutes to post a book review to Amazon saying you are an "early reader from Royal Road." Even if you buy the book, your review is so important. Every bit of momentum I can get on Amazon in the first 24-48 hours makes a HUGE difference. Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.
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B4 Chapter 1 Damaged Goods Jonathan Luke Tillman Level 51 Son of Flame Something was wrong¡­ Tilly floated in a daze, hovering just above his core and the rip that almost tore it in half. The fire of his Mana Well burned brighter than ever, engulfing the spherical structure. But the core itself, the matrix of his being, had been severely damaged. Ragged edges showed around a gaping rent in his soul where the insane king had savaged him metaphysically right before sliding his blade into his heart. The sight of such damage was like nails on a chalkboard, cutting searing lines of pain through his mind. He was still alive; he knew that. But try as he might, he could not pull himself away from the view. It ached in a way he could not fathom, sending a deep, shuddering pain through his psyche as he beheld the price of his desperate plan. He had survived and hopefully so had his allies, but the victory had not come cheap. He tried again to pull back his awareness, to rise up from this prison of internal trauma, but try as he might, every flex of his Will sent new shudders of pain through the already damaged structure. His thoughts were sluggish, heavy things, battered by the raging pain of his psychic wound. He needed to find a way out, find a way to wake up. His mind strained and searched, struggling for a way to uncover more information, some key to escaping this semi-dream state. With a flaring pop, light danced briefly in an archaic pattern across the surface of his soul and he felt something reconnect. Then a square of light interposed itself between his awareness and the tear in his soul, displaying a flickering version of his status screen. The display winked in and out several times as if his cosmic reception was bad in the semi-conscious state he found himself in. But with something to focus on besides the damage to his soul, he felt his mind begin to clear, and he noticed several changes and new entries to the screen, not the least of which was the eleven levels he had gained from his last battle. The first thing he did, before falling into any patterns of self-reflection, was to assign his points, making sure to keep a healthy cushion in his Endurance Min-Max. He wasn¡¯t going to lose that again, and he wasn¡¯t going to leave something so important undone before he investigated the other new entry in his readout.
Jonathan Luke Tillman Level: 51 (87% EXP until next level) Display Name: Tilly Race: Human Class: Son of Flame Health: 100% (3.7% per min.) Mana: 18% (4% per min.) Status Effects: Soul Wrent Titles: [Harbinger], [Resolute], [Origin¡¯s Champion], [Trusted Gaijin], [Hostile Environment], [Scarred Heart], [Divine Wind], [All or Nothing], [Verdant Rebirth], [Peerless Annihilation], [Savage Dominion] Stats: Constitution: 37 Endurance: 230 (253) Dexterity: 72 (79.2) Strength: 34 Wisdom: 40 Intelligence: 41
Equipment: Origin¡¯s Primitive Stone Hatchets: +10% to Dexterity (Legendary, Growth-Type) +Imbued Ability: Recall +Imbued Buff: Dragon¡¯s Fury Origin¡¯s Primitive Leather Armor: +10% to Endurance. (Legendary, Growth-Type) +Imbued Form: Sun Salamander +Imbued Form: Nullspider/Mana Engine Enchantment +Imbued Form: Blood Mound Shambler +Imbued Form: Draconic Emissary +Leprechaun Pocket (Legendary) Bracelets of Substitutional Might (Celestial) Hermetic Belt of Multiplication (Mythic) Skills: -Forestcraft: Level 19 -Identify: Level 29 -Cooking: Level 12 -Beginner Hatchet: Level 49 -Animal Processing: Level 9 -Stealth: Level 22 -Herb Lore: Level 8 -Ax Throwing: Level 43 -Dual-Wielding (Hatchets): Level 36 -Spirit Walk: Level 20 -Meditation: Level 16 -First Aid: Level 38 -Draconic Authority: Level N/A
After he finished distributing his points in the way he hoped would serve him best for whatever came next, he was once again struck by how crazy his stat imbalance was. He could see how so many who discovered the rough ratios he had chosen thought he was insane¡­ but they couldn¡¯t see the whole picture like he could. His build had become utterly synergistic, each piece feeding into each other to create a warrior that was both very difficult to kill and extremely dangerous in the right circumstances.If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. His Titles [All or Nothing] and [Divine Wind] allowed him to launch attacks with damage output far above his weight class. Whether these were evidence of some system intervention encouraging him to continue on his chosen path, or simply the result of his past choices, Tilly did not know, but they were small pieces of a greater whole. When you factored in the Dragon¡¯s Fury modification that his hatchets had undergone, and his Blue Flame multiplier against Corruption, he was regularly operating with a 400% increase in damage output against corrupted enemies. These things alone already made him capable of destroying or at least severely damaging any of Corruption¡¯s generals¡­ or so he hoped. When he took into account the utility his Bracelets of Substitutional Might added to his Build, the end result was a multi-use trump that could change depending on the need. He had become a true force to be reckoned with on the Plane, made even more dangerous by his highly visible low level. Despite the damage to his soul and the overwhelming nature of the odds they faced, a small part of Tilly relished the idea of the coming conflict. Corruption seemed to have every advantage, yet time and time again, his side had won against impossible odds. They would do so again. He knew it in his bones¡­ and if they didn¡¯t? Then he would die, leaving everything on the line, and having done all he could for those he loved, something that he hadn¡¯t had the courage to do in his first life. The tear in his soul ached deeply as the emotions he had just stirred up rumbled through the lattice structure of his core. He tried to distract himself by pulling up his notification log and scrolling back through until he found the description of the new Title he had spotted. It had been awarded right after he had moved up to the fiftieth level. Congratulations! You have been awarded the Title: [Savage Dominion] [Savage Dominion] - You have entered into the second Tier of power almost exclusively by gaining experience from enemies many times your own strength. The powers of Nephesh beware. Any superior foe will now sense their doom upon you when entering into combat. Congratulations! You now receive 300% more experience from defeating enemies above your tier of power. Warning, you now receive zero experience from defeating enemies within or below your tier of power. Tilly would have chuckled dryly at those last two lines if he had not been suspended in unconsciousness. Looks like the reward for a job well done was more work. The Title effectively meant that anything he killed up to level 99 would issue zero experience to him and the flip side of the title didn¡¯t seem like it would be helpful very often. One thing was for sure: whatever came next wouldn¡¯t be any easier than what he had just survived, and his aching soul attested to just how close that last one had been. Tilly, A voice boomed through his consciousness, reverberating through his core. The vibrations jarred against his metaphysical injury painfully, and he would have screamed had he been able to. The voice continued heedlessly, sending tremors through his being as it grew louder with every word. I am sorry, I know you are not ready, but we need you NOW! The last shouted word struck his core like lightning, yanking him up and out of his disembodied state with a savagery that caused the metaphysical pain at his center to scream forth in a fresh torrent of agony. ¡°AAARRRGG!¡± He screamed as his eyes burst open to find a haggard-looking Erash leaning over him. His hands shot to cover his abdomen in a protective posture before freezing midway through the motion. ¡­The pain was gone. Erash winced in sympathy, ¡°Do not be fooled, Jonathan. The damage is still there, perhaps even worsened by what I have been forced to do. But it is not physical, and will not make itself known unless you call upon your Will or employ your Aura.¡± Tilly sat up with a groan, ¡°Ugh, where is Broken¡­¡± His question trailed off as he took in his surroundings. They were sitting at the epicenter of a huge blast radius that reached out as far as his eyes could see in every direction. ¡°Yes, your plan seems to have been far more effective than either of us imagined. But I am afraid we do not have time to-¡± ¡°RWWAAAAARRR, WHERE ARE THEY, LONGTOOTH?¡± Brokenridge¡¯s furious voice sounded from above. Tilly lifted his eyes to find the dragon hovering hundreds of feet in the air, facing the central mountain. In a hurried voice, Erash continued, ¡°I tried to advise caution, but that, obviously, did not work. He can find no sign of his kin, and I believe his desire to challenge his sire is more complex than we first assumed.¡± Then, shockingly, a voice heavy with authority rang out from the central mountain of the Council Peaks. ¡°Ah, the whelp has returned¡­ Come and face me. Let me show you the same end I showed each of the others.¡± Its force gripped Tilly¡¯s soul painfully and the rent in his core made itself known briefly even as Brokenridge¡¯s wing beats hitched in shock. Brokenridge recovered, roaring something incoherent and shooting off toward the mountain. Tilly cursed to himself, jumping to his feet despite the lingering pain the authority-laden voice had left on his soul. ¡°As I feared. Our companion was seeking more than power. He thought to rescue those trapped under his sire¡¯s claws, and now¡­¡± Erash trailed off, watching as their foolish companion raced toward the tallest peak of the Contested Lands, taking the obvious bait. ¡°We can¡¯t let him go alone. He is going to get himself killed before we even have the chance to help,¡± Tilly growled. ¡°I am afraid I have little left to offer. I have regained only ten percent of my Well and my options are limited.¡± ¡°Yeah, I¡¯m down to the dregs as well¡­ I was hoping to get him to wait somehow, but that is off the table. But even if we are only able to tip the scales slightly, we have to try.¡± Tilly said, pulling his eyes away from the dragon''s distant form, ¡°Please tell me you have a way to get us to that mountain in time to make a difference.¡± Erash¡¯s face fell, ¡°I have enough Mana to bear one of us to its base, but that is it. Between the two of us¡­ I assume it will have to be you.¡± Tilly grimaced in return, ¡°Yeah, not great but I do have one more trick up my sleeve¡­ I was just hoping to employ it when we were a little more prepared.¡± ¡°Very well, our fate once again lies in His hands¡­¡± She answered, raising her arm and speaking a few words in a breezy, ephemeral voice. Tilly watched her, feeling that something had changed in the High Priestess. There was a sturdiness there that felt new, almost reassuring, and as a small cloud coalesced before them, his Identify went off, updating her level, Erash, Level 100 High Priestess of Origin¡¯s Flame ¡°Erash¡­ you-¡± ¡°I am afraid you must go, Tilly. Be cautious. Your soul is damaged, but will still heal given time. However, if you strain it much further, it will be too far gone to be restored naturally. You must do all you can to avoid such a fate, as healing the soul is a rare and costly thing and none of your options would be available before the true battle has begun. Avoid a contest of Will at all costs.¡± She said beseechingly, her face drawn with the effort of her magic. ¡°I¡¯ll do my best¡­ and Erash, thanks for coming.¡± She allowed a small smile to lift, the weight of her exhaustion showing on the lines of her face as she directed the small cloud under Tilly and he felt it lift him up. ¡°I will pray for you and follow as soon as I am able,¡± she answered quietly before launching him forward with a sharp gesture. Tilly shot off, the cloud bearing him just feet above the ground at an incredible speed. Unlike when he had followed Brokenridge¡¯s flight, the wind did not resist him at all, seeming to split before him as he raced toward the mountains. He glanced at his HUD, wincing at his still-recovering Mana, Health: 100% Mana: 22% Status Effects: Soul Wrent Seeing the Debuff again, Tilly rapidly brought up its description, finding them relatively recently in his log. He needed to have as full a grasp of his resources and shortcomings as he could if he wanted to be any help to his insane dragon.
Soul Wrent: Your soul has suffered a severe injury and is at risk of irreversible damage. The effectiveness of any Aural and Will Abilities will be halved for the duration of this Debuff and using your soul in such a manner will result in further damage. Six days 23 hours remaining.
Shit, if he understood this right, even trying to resist the incapacitating nature of a superior Aura would be enough to damage him further¡­ His hand wandered to his belt and he pulled free his last item. It was a small vial, stopped with a seal of wax and filled with a vapor that danced mesmerizingly within the glass.
Elder Siren¡¯s Distilled Tears (Legendary) Any creature who detects this scent before it dissolves will identify the source as the object of its greatest desire and will be seized by a compulsion to obtain it at all costs. Vapor¡¯s effect lasts two minutes.
Tilly looked down at the vial, frowning. He had purchased it with the last of his funds at the auction, struck by a vague idea that he could use it as a distraction to set up some huge attack, stacking Abilities and Titles like he just had against the fey king. But that option was off the table until he had a chance to rest. Now all he had was a powerful distraction and a little over a fifth of his Mana Well to use. He wasn¡¯t sure he would have ever been able to beat Brokenridge in a fair fight and now they were both racing off to challenge the king of Dragon-kind. He chuckled dryly to himself, the ludicrous nature of his mission glowing with a rich warmth in his belly as he considered just how crazy his life had become. The feeling built until it bubbled forth into a rich belly laugh. ¡°I hope you have something good up your sleeve because I am all out of tricks,¡± he called up into the sky. Maybe the dragon wasn¡¯t the only one who was insane¡­ B4 Chapter 2 Lizard Wizard Tilly shot toward the mountain range at an astonishing speed and once again found himself grateful that the High Priestess had come along. He moved at what was at least a hundred miles per hour, shortening his trip to the Peaks by a huge margin. Ahead of him in the sky, he saw Brokenridge reach whatever it was that obscured the top of the central peak and launch a bar of liquid flame at the opaque mist shrouding the mountaintop. The attack pierced the veil there but seemed to do little damage, followed closely by the dragon himself who dived into the area he had just hit with his Ability as if softening some unseen target. Then he was gone. No sound of a distant impact or roar of battle. He just disappeared, leaving a profound silence hanging in the air between the mountain tops. Tilly frowned up at the sight, silently urging his little cloud to move faster. The closer he got to the peaks, the more the shape of the peculiar mountain range came into clarity. Each mountain sat equidistant from one another, forming an unnatural half-moon shape with the tallest peak sitting at the center-left of the formation. As Tilly passed by the nearest two mountains that formed the leading edges of the half-moon, he saw that even though their bases were miles to his left and right, their peaks still lorded high over him, even at this proximity. The peaks he was passing were the shortest and they had to be over five miles high. As he fully entered into the unnaturally flat valley between the peaks he could feel his cloud begin to slow down as the last of Erash¡¯s Mana was spent. He was glad his injuries were all metaphysical because it looked like he was about to have to make a hell of a sprint to get to the top of his destination¡­ he just hoped he wouldn¡¯t be too late. Whatever her spell was, it began to dip lower as Tilly¡¯s mile-eating speed reduced to something he might have managed himself at a full sprint, but he didn¡¯t complain. He had already saved a lot of time, and he was grateful for any remaining help he could get. After another few minutes, the cloud finally gave out, skipping to a shuddering stop right as the eerily perfect flat valley turned sharply into a steep incline, leading high up into the sky as he arrived at the base of the tallest peak. ¡°Thanks, buddy.¡± He said to the construct as it dissolved. Then he turned to look up the slope. The mountain was completely bare of irregularities or plant life and was astonishingly perfect in its circular structure, adding to Tilly¡¯s suspicion that these Peaks had not formed from any sort of natural phenomenon. Tilly took a final deep breath in and then leapt into motion, pumping his legs powerfully as he began his ascent. He still hadn¡¯t heard anything from Brokenridge since his collision with whatever was at the top of this peak and that worried him more than anything else. He was almost sure that the dragon was doomed to fail if he tried to take on the dragon king on his own. But that didn¡¯t mean that Tilly didn¡¯t expect the dragon to be able to hold his own in a fight. To have heard nothing of the ensuing fight had Tilly very concerned and his brow furrowed darkly as he continued to push up the slope, legs now burning. He leveraged every bit of his newly increased Strength and Dexterity to move at what might have been forty or fifty miles an hour, each of his bounding steps taking him ten yards up the slope. At some point, he began to pass large gaping openings leading into the mountain, which he skirted around instead of trying to enter. He had no clue what waited within, but he had seen where Brokenridge had chosen to enter, and he wasn¡¯t going to waste a bunch of time exploring a maze of caverns when he knew exactly where his dragon had gone. Unfortunately, being sure of his destination did not make the climb any easier, and while his Endurance was now possibly god tier, his Strength was a measly thirty-four, having been left as his trash stat. That meant that while Dexterity was making each of his motions impossibly graceful, allowing him to get much more out of his body than would have otherwise been possible¡­ He was still limited to a speed three or four times as fast as an Olympic sprinter, which meant that scaling the mountain whose top was a vague destination, high up in the sky, would take minutes. Eventually, legs burning and chest billowing in large gasps as he pushed his body to its limit, he finally approached his goal. Rising before him on the slope was that same greyish, indistinct mist, blocking his climb. While it didn¡¯t look substantial, Tilly pulled up short, not wanting to enter into the mysterious barrier without considering his options. Due to its indistinct form, he had trouble even finding where the mists began, but as he caught his breath, he watched as they shifted slowly, rotating in a gentle circuit from right to left. Identify gave him nothing, and his notification log remained silent as he studied the oddity¡­This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there. ¡°Shit,¡± he huffed to himself, ¡°Going in blind it is.¡± Tilly drew his weapons, noting that his Mana had climbed to 48%, and then forged into the mists. Soon his sight was completely obscured, causing him to even lose sight of his weapons pumping in his arms. But he continued up, building his strides into a cautious run as he kept an eye on his HUD. He wanted to know the moment something popped up on any of his radars. But nothing happened. No notification, no Debuff, nothing. Shrugging to himself, he kept running, pushing himself further up the mountain, straining his ears to catch any hint of his lost companion. After another minute or so nothing had changed and Tilly slowed to a stop, schooling his breathing to silence and looking around. Behind him, he could see that the mists thinned. Everything else, however, had stayed the exact same. His frown deepened, and he retreated back down the slope, finding himself clear of the mist in only a few seconds, confirming his growing suspicion. Once free of the mists, he stared accusingly at his notification log and pulled it open, finding no hint that he had been the target of some kind of enchantment. He turned angrily, staring up at the frustrating barrier. His next step would have been to sit down and spirit walk¡­ but with his soul the way it was, he doubted it would be a very good idea to try and separate it from his body at this point. So instead, he cursed under his breath, kicking at the hard dusty ground beneath him as he considered his options. His moccasins scuffed the ground oddly as he kicked loose the lighter material covering the harder surface underneath. Something about the feeling caught his attention and he squinted down at the mark left by his shoe. Tilly lowered himself onto his haunches, using his hands to move away more of the dust, his motions revealing the dark, almost glossy stone underneath. An idea bloomed to life as he reached down toward the uncovered stone and enflamed his hatchet to tap the weapon against the odd material. As the inflamed head of his weapon touched the glossy black stone, it burst to life, arcane markings blazing up at the touch of a familiar power source. ¡®Holy crap¡­ these mountains are made of Dragon Glass!¡¯ He thought wildly to himself. He was literally standing on a mountain of treasure, although it looked like these structures had already been enchanted and he had a hard time imagining a miner who could scratch this substance now that it was empowered. Hastily, he wiped away more of the surface layer of dirt, finding the glowing angry script flowing in all directions, disappearing back under the dirt and covering the hidden, extraordinary nature of the mountains themselves. Slowly, he looked up at the misty barrier, a smile forming as another option presented itself. With a thought, he directed his world ring to issue a withdrawal from his account, only feeling the slightest twinge at the tiny use of internal Will. Then, with a pop, the same coin that the Raptor Magnus had given him at the Auction appeared in his hand. It buzzed a few times and then suddenly a crackling voice came through the metallic object. ¡°Oh! Hello there, may I ask who''s calling?¡± The sudden noise caused Tilly to jump and almost drop it before clearing his voice and stumbling over an answer, ¡°Oh, Uh, this is the human you met at the auction¡­ I have a proposition for you.¡± ¡°Wonderful! What a pleasant surprise! I¡¯ll have you know that you just interrupted a dreadfully boring meeting, and I am pleased as punch. Would you mind holding me up so I can get a look around? I can only see the sky and your palm from this angle.¡± Tilly cocked his head at the coin, before slowly lifting it and panning its face around to give the Magnus a clear view. ¡°My good man, what an incredible sight. If I am not mistaken, you are standing on the famed Peaks themselves! How would you feel if I popped over for a bit?¡± ¡°That would, uh¡­ be fine. I just need some help from you in return.¡± ¡°Absolutely, it would be my pleasure to assist!¡± ¡°Very well,¡± Tilly said, attempting to sound unhurried, ¡°you have my permission to come through.¡± ¡°Place the coin on the ground if you please. Wouldn¡¯t want any accidents.¡± Tilly complied, laying it on the patch of ground he had just cleared of dirt and stepping back. ¡°Dear me! Is that Scorch I see on the ground? What a delight! One moment¡­¡± He practically hissed in pleasure. Then the coin flashed with light and began to unfold one half at a time, doubling with every opening of its shape. Soon enough, there was a half circle with extended lines glowing on the slope of the mountain. Then the whole structure of light tipped up off the ground to stand open before Tilly, revealing a rather ornate room filled with hazy magics and arcane objects glowing with power. In front of the doorway stood the Lizard Wizard himself. And behind him, at a long and ancient stone table, sat five other beings who practically radiated authority. But before Tilly could get a good look at them, the Magnus stepped through and the portal went dark. Tilly belatedly looked down and realized that his armor had reverted to its base form while he had been unconscious and he hadn¡¯t even thought about the fact that he had met the Magnus while pretending to represent the dragons of this land. The robe-wearing raptor shook out his sleeves dramatically and licked his teeth in anticipation, ¡° I could almost kiss you for getting me out of that meeting! Now, I can see you are a claimant for the Contested Lands, good for you! Incredibly bold for one at your level. Now how can I help you?¡± he asked, rubbing his clawed hands together as he stared down at the ground beneath their feet in fascination. In the face of the Magnus¡¯ enthusiasm, as well as the fact that he had no way of knowing just how powerful this creature was, Tilly decided to go with his favorite tactic: blatant honesty, ¡°Look, I need to get through whatever magic is barring me from reaching the top of this mountain, and then I need to help my dragon fight another dragon. What can you do for me?¡± ¡°Hmmm,¡± he said, turning to face the mists seething just feet away from their position. He flicked his tongue out several times in a very snake-like maneuver, and then reached one arm deep into the sleeve of his robe, pulling forth a staff that seemed to be carved from metallic bone, ¡°Yes, well if my senses are correct, you are barred entry to this peak by the same magics that have protected this land for decades. The barrier seems to have failed on its borders, hence our presence here¡­ All that remains of that storied protection resides at the top of this mountain¡­ although there is a strange flavor to the magic, something that-¡± He interrupted himself with several more flicks of his tongue, ¡°-yes, It tastes of the Primal energies. That barrier is partially fueled by something powerful, and possibly as old as the plane itself¡­¡± He concluded thoughtfully. ¡°So¡­ can you get me through it?¡± Tilly asked, after a long pause to see if the Magnus had anything to add. ¡°I¡¯m afraid not.¡± B4 Chapter 3 Trust and Betrayal Tilly stood there dumbfounded for a moment as he tried to register what the Magnus had just said. ¡°So¡­ what? That''s it?¡± Rulak looked away from the mists distractedly as if Tilly was interrupting something, ¡°Oh, no. Not at all. I cannot pierce these magics, especially in the time frame you seem to be under, but you should be able to manage well enough on your own,¡± He said with a wink, before bending down and studying the exposed Scorch running under the dirt of the mountain. Tilly straightened from his crouch, fighting not to show the frustration growing in his chest, ¡°Wanna clue me in? I am kind of in a rush here.¡± ¡°Dear me, I am incorrigible aren''t I?¡± The raptor muttered to himself with a chuckle, before looking up with a predatory smile, ¡°That barrier is meant to keep out all those not aligned with dragonkind. I am not sure if it is here to make sure that this mountain is taken last of the six or if it serves some other purpose. Whatever the case, you should be able to gain entry through the first set of defenses by simply switching to the outfit I first met you in¡± he said, offhandedly tapping his staff against the exposed patch of dragon glass and beginning to mutter to himself. As if eavesdropping on the conversation, his armor seamlessly shifted to its dragon skin suit and Tilly looked down before looking back up at the frustrating Magnus, ¡°The first set of defenses? What about the second?¡± ¡°Ah, yes, I am afraid there is nothing anyone can do about those. They are temporal in nature and will result in the loss of some significant time from your perception outside of the barrier. If you destroy or deactivate the source, there should be an interesting balancing of the timelines. That is of course if you survive!¡± He added brightly, finally looking up from what he was doing on the ground, ¡°I would love to witness something so novel.¡± He finished before turning back toward the Scorch and tapping the glass a few times with his staff, raising multi-colored sparks from the impact point as he watched on fascinated, almost immediately returning to muttering under his breath. Tilly eyed the humanoid raptor for a long moment, taking his ease and general disinterest in Tilly''s timeframe or well-being in stride. He felt like he wasn¡¯t getting very much for bringing the Magnus through to what was apparently a very hard-to-reach location. Yet at the same time, the power before him more or less represented an almost mythical Faction, and he didn¡¯t want to upset what seemed to be the beginnings of a working relationship. ¡°Look, I appreciate your time, but is there anything else you can offer me? I was hoping for a little more in exchange for access to this place¡­¡± Tilly said in a serious tone as he swept his arms open in a broad gesture, hoping to emphasize his contribution. Already some of the confidence from the armor set was leaking into his tone, and while he could feel the tear radiating discomfort deep in his center, outwardly, he felt noticeably better about his chances. The First Magnus looked up again, answering with a tone that was absent any of the levity he had displayed earlier, ¡°Your claim is your own, I will not sully it by tipping the balance one way or another. But I will say that this entire area has been set up as a confluence of Fate on a scale I have never before seen. If you survive your next encounter and lay claim to this place¡­ I will offer further assistance in utilizing your new influence to its fullest. But make no mistake, I have offered you very valuable knowledge, and there remains no debt between us.¡± Tilly held the Magnus¡¯ reptilian gaze for a long moment, making sure not to back down from the shift in tone. Then in a polite voice, he replied, ¡°That is very generous of you. I accept your offer of future assistance, and I will see you when I am done above.¡± He concluded with finality as if sealing a verbal contract. He made sure not to let any of his doubt show through his tone as he turned to face the mists again. Either he was going to die, or he would meet the Magnus again from a place of strength. With a final gesture of thanks to the wizard, who was already kneeling back down and pulling out a whirling metallic device from his robe, Tilly set off, back up the slope and into the mists, this time wearing his Draconic Emissary armor set. Almost at the edge of his hearing, he caught the Magnus¡¯s muttered reply, ¡°See that you do, human. I much prefer you to the alternative.¡± With those words behind him, and the mists parting before him in a way they hadn¡¯t before, Tilly moved resolutely up the mountain. ¡®Kindle, I don¡¯t have much time to explain, but listen closely-¡¯ He sent over the vast, but slowly shrinking distance of their stretched bond. Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. ¡­ Brokenridge Level ??? Heartsflame Dragon The last hours had been the most humiliating of the dragon¡¯s long life. ¡°Fight me you coward!¡± He roared again, straining against temporal bonds lashed around his soul. Everything but his voice had been sealed in a magic so thorough that it beggared belief. ¡°What need do I have to fight you when my superiority is so evident in this exchange?¡± His sire purred from his throne, an abomination formed of the bones of many of his brethren. Shining at the seat¡¯s apex sat a gem of profound purity, seemingly made of crystalized air itself, and the source of his sire¡¯s dishonorable advantage. ¡°It is our way!¡± Brokenridge roared, the light from another of his Mana Overcharges winking out as the stream of his strength flowed out from his body and into the complicated network of a Scorch working that radiated up from the ground unlike any he had ever seen. ¡°Our way?¡± The dragon king chuckled, ¡°Am I not the apex of our kind? Whatever I choose becomes our way, not the other way around, whelp¡­ Besides, who are you to sit in judgment over me? I am older than you can imagine. Do you think my nose cannot detect the changes your own Domain has undergone? Who are you to moan about un-draconic advantages, when you sit on that abomination of a Hoard!¡± He spat, purple flames leaking from between his ancient teeth as he shifted upon his seat of power in anger. ¡°You have placed your strength at the mercy of others, and at any moment, they could fail!¡± He roared, ¡°No, it is far better that I take such things from the claws of those less worthy. It is my place to guard our strength, our pride¡­ THAT is the Draconic way!¡± Brokenridge flexed again, even more furious at himself than he was at his sire. He had plunged into the protections blind, wreathed in flame and fury, planning to test the sharpness of his claws and heat of his fire against the king of old. But his sire had not been that king for a very long time. Not since he began taking tribute from the others instead of earning it by wing and fang. Not since he stopped leaving his throne to taste the glory of flight. Not since- ¡°Why?¡± He growled softly, his fury abating for the first time as the hopelessness of his predicament slowly settled into his awareness. The gem above his sire glowed brightly, and the Scorch enchantment running through the throne siphoned off some of its excess strength, empowering his sire¡¯s transfigured Domain. Brokenridge had trouble understanding much of what he saw crawling along the ground around him. It spoke of absolute domination, where time itself bowed to the whims of its master. The Scorch cracked and popped, radiating out an enchantment that was a cruel reflection of the once mighty king who sat at its center, grown fat in his power. Now, Brokenridge bowed before that throne, an unwilling puppet of the powerful magics infused into this mountain, his strength slowly being leeched away by another¡¯s modified Domain. ¡°Why, you ask?¡± His sire mocked gratingly, jowls pulling back to reveal rows of teeth the size of Brokenridge¡¯s forearm, ¡°Well it is a story that bears a remarkable resemblance to your own path-¡± as he answered, his voice grew furious, false levity falling away to revealing the ancient bitterness beneath, ¡°I felt my people¡¯s discontent, their weakness. They were ungrateful for what I had given up¡­ You most of all! After your challenge, others followed, each one falling before my might. ¡®Tyrant¡¯ they called me¡­Ha! I was their protector! And this was how they wished to repay me? ¡°Well, you are not the only one who has drawn the eye of one of the First Watchers. Another came to me, one far superior to the little woman and her donkey. He told me of a way I could bind my people to me¡­ forever. He read my fate as the keeper of our people¡¯s strength and pride and I took his offered knowledge, achieving what no other dragon could.¡± He finished, his fury smoldering at the end of his speech as if the fuel his anger had given him was all but spent after the Epochs-long campaign against his own kind. ¡°And my broodmother?¡± Brokenridge asked quietly. ¡°I learned my lesson with you, whelp. Exile wasn¡¯t enough. She is mine now¡­ just like so many others.¡± He spat, his bitterness stoking his fury to flames once again as his whole body radiated with a dark purple light, reflecting ominously upon his throne of dragon bone in a sort of reverse shadow. Brokenridge roared in renewed fury, the betrayal of all that he had known cutting him so deeply that something in him broke. The assurance that had marked him for so long, the confidence that he would be enough, that he could do what no other could and free his people¡­ it shattered and his roar of outrage deepened into a bellow of loss at the price his people had paid for his sire¡¯s folly. ¡°You have destroyed us¡­ Much of the world has forgotten our strength, and the rest will pass away with you here, rotting away on this mountain.¡± ¡°So be it!¡± The huge dragon roared back through yellowed teeth, ¡°You all made your choice, as did I. Those who have fled will return, as you did, and they will bow or be consumed!¡± He finished, his roar reaching up several octaves, revealing a desperation far surpassing Brokenridge¡¯s own circumstance. It was then that the younger dragon understood. His current captivity was a bondage far lighter than the one his sire had brought upon himself¡­ He was more a prisoner than Brokenridge would ever be, and in his rejection of all others, he had sealed his fate more assuredly than any enchantment every would. Brokenridge¡¯s mournful roar broke off as he realized something¡­ Something so terrible that it grated on him to even allow the thought to run through his mind. ¡®I am utterly snared, if that human does not come to assist me¡­ I am doomed.¡¯ The thought was so audacious that he renewed his struggle against the invisible chains that bound him, desperately searching for a way out, one more time. But, it was no use. There was no flex in his bonds, no weakness in his prison¡­ and the more he struggled, the greater his sire¡¯s drain on his strength became. Brokenridge¡¯s eyes narrowed at that realization and suddenly, he saw how the wily monarch before him had baited and drawn him into this long struggle, all to speed his demise. ¡°What is it, whelp? Finally showing me your belly?¡± The dragon king laughed, eyes alight with false cheer. Brokenridge did not answer, relaxing his muscles for the first time since their confrontation and settling down into the snare, easing his struggle as he chose to do something that came so unnaturally to him: wait. ¡®Fate has placed me in your hands, Billy. Do not dither in fulfilling your word to me¡­¡± B4 Chapter 4 The Dawning Coalition Hiro Matsumoto, Level N/A Guardian Daimyo of the Three-Fold Alliance The old samurai fought down another sigh, shuffling through his seemingly endless stack of missives. When he had dreamed of independence for his people, he had never quite pictured it coming with this much paperwork. Yet he would be the last to voice such a thought aloud¡­ He had restored honor to his line and he was a long way from that hopeless wretch the human had met on his first days on their world. The God-sent warrior had more than done his part, and Hiro would suffer utter destruction before failing to match such determination. The almost unbelievable influx of funds that Jonathan Tillman¡¯s recent actions had brought into the Alliance had opened up incredible doors of opportunity for both their faction and what they were now calling the Dawning Coalition. Plans once thought impossible and obstacles insurmountable were suddenly within reach due to the incredible influx of funds that had hit their accounts in the last days. Overtures had been made to the Defiant Fist among several other known Powers said to be open for hire and thus far Uncorrupted. Much of the Tower of Light¡¯s manufacturing infrastructure had relocated here, boosting their fledgling Dragon Glass industry to dizzying heights. It looked like they would be able to field the Alliance¡¯s full force along with the Church¡¯s military arm, with new powerful equipment. The flow of essential workers and goods coming into the Alliance had almost choked the Teleport platform several times in the last few days as more and more of the Coalition¡¯s forces made their way to the Three-Fold Alliance¡¯s lands. The Auctioneer had shoved a huge logistical problem into their laps with their offer of transport. It was, however, much better than having to transport their forces across so much foreign territory overland¡­ but still, the details were turning out to be very difficult. Construction had already begun on two new teleport platforms outside the wall and they had even reached an agreement with their nearest neighbors to allow them use of their Hub. Even with all of that, it was still not a sure thing that their forces would be assembled and ready when it was time to move. ¡°Sir,¡± A guard called from outside his private office, located adjacent to the courtyard where the council met daily. ¡°You have an audience request from a Mr. Reginald.¡± ¡°Send him in,¡± Hiro answered. At his call, the bland-looking humanoid with elongated earlobes strolled in. A quick scan of Hiro¡¯s workspace evoked a wince of sympathy from the otherwise flat-faced spymaster. ¡°So many on this plane thirst for power, and yet so few realize its price,¡± he deadpanned, walking up to Hiro¡¯s desk and taking the only other seat in the room. This was the third impromptu meeting they had had in as many days and Hiro was growing used to the plain exterior Reginald exuded and the intense focus that hid beneath it. ¡°Where are the others?¡± he asked. ¡°Believe it or not, they are each off heading up different areas of the expansion as more and more of our forces arrive. What you see before you,¡± Hiro waved his hand over the stacks of missives covering every surface of his office, ¡°is just the summary of their work and occasional requests for further resources or guidance.¡± At that, the Spymaster allowed himself the smallest of smiles. ¡°Yes, that baker of yours is proving to be quite the capable leader¡­ Now for the reason I¡¯m here,¡± he said, snapping his finger and activating an Ability that sealed them from any prying. The manor already had certain protections, which is why they used it as the council chamber in the first place, but over the last few days Hiro had come to appreciate just how cautious the spymaster could be. ¡°As you know, we have been screening those joining our forces very carefully. Your son has been instrumental in this, and we have given him a full quad of Forsaken to locate and eliminate Corrupted attempting to embed themselves in the coalition. His task is rather unenviable as their numbers swell each day, and there is little order in the Camps beyond the wall. Our allies are gathering, but are proving to be¡­ unfocused.¡± Hiro¡¯s frown deepened, ¡°It is as we expected, a problem of hierarchies. This force we are cobbling together has no recognizable head. With no enemy to unite them¡­¡± He trailed off, allowing Reginald to pick up the thought. ¡°...They squabble amongst themselves, to an almost suspicious degree. Even with all of our care, we believe saboteurs are operating within the camps, sowing as much division as possible, and attempting to break the Dawning Coalition before it begins.¡± ¡°Commander Achilla has informed me of similar problems arising in almost every quarter of our lands. I believe the Facets themselves are providing a certain amount of protection from Corruption¡¯s influence, but it is not enough to stop its sympathizers from scheming. With so much growth, it is impossible to identify and eliminate these elements entirely.¡± Hiro finished with a tight expression. It bothered him to no end that some creatures roamed amongst his people, but there was simply nothing further they could do about the problem without jeopardizing their overall mission. After a long moment, Reginald sighed, some of the blandness falling away, revealing the exhaustion underneath, ¡°I am afraid I have come to once again request moving up our timeline. We hoped to delay this as long as possible, seeing as it would tip our hand completely to those who watch the Tower, but I believe it is time we bring over my commander and give him charge over the outer camps and the majority of our forces beyond the wall. He holds no direct authority over many of our erstwhile allies, but he is a recognizable symbol that they will gather around until it is time to fight. It is our hope that he, along with the majority of our Forsaken will help keep order long enough for your man to come through. His ability to grant us passage to the Contested Lands is the linchpin that holds this entire operation together.¡± He voiced that last sentence as if it were a simple fact, not at all suggesting the possibility of the plan¡¯s failure. But both leaders felt the weight of the risk they were taking. They knew that Corruption¡¯s forces had fielded the largest army anyone in living memory had ever seen. The few reports they had managed to collect spoke of a dark tide covering the horizon and sweeping toward the Contested Lands at a cruel speed. Corruption had been on the move for days already while what seemed to be their only opposition had risked everything waiting for a relatively low-level human to do the impossible, once again.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it. ¡°He will succeed. If he does not¡­ we never stood a chance anyway.¡± Hiro grunted, forging through any doubts before they could build momentum in his mind. They had chosen their course, and they would achieve victory by it, or be destroyed in the attempt. There were no other options left. ¡­ Hilbert Ferrier, Level 74 Lifeblood Warlock The last weeks had been a whirlwind of change. He had gained more levels above the first bottleneck than he had in the previous five years combined and had seen more of the plane in the last week than he could have ever imagined as a young Apprentice. After decades spent watching the slow decline of his people and fighting the tradition and bigotry that had been dragging their Order to its eternal grave, he had grown desperate. When the Land had shifted unexpectedly, he had risked exile to reach out to their new neighbors and attempt to tip the balance back in their favor. Perhaps it had been his position as eternal apprentice or the mockery of some of his peers, but whatever had allowed him to take such a gamble, he would have never anticipated it paying off to such a degree. Not only had the ancient enemy of his people, the Prime Dirge, been destroyed, but the very nature of his Order had seemed to change overnight. What was once an isolated Faction in slow decline had shifted radically and was now profiting hand over fist from the emergence of a plane-wide coalition on their doorstep. That would have been the end of it if his old master had not returned. With his august guidance, the queen had shifted the entire Faction¡¯s outlook on outsiders, encouraging them to stand with this new alliance and face the tide of darkness threatening the whole plane. It was almost like magic¡­ Hilbert could not help but be a little bitter at how easily the whole of the Faction fell in line with the ancient wizard¡¯s words. He had been gone for so long, offering no explanation for his exit or return¡­ and most felt it sacreligious to even question the savior of their Faction. So they fell in line, shifting to a foreign policy emphasizing cooperation and trade with their nearest neighbor and the Church of Light, an institution they had previously kept at a distance for reasons that were also not explained. They had given the church access to the Sanguine Order¡¯s teleport network to bring in fast-moving units joining the Coalition, allowing them to travel the last leg of the journey to the staging ground under their own power. This eased the pressure on the Three-Fold Alliance¡¯s limited teleport capacity, and it allowed Camelot to profit mightily through trade and supply. Guinevere had been selling the dormant imbued Bloodweed at exorbitant prices and was still unable to keep up with demand, as all the forces moving through their lands bought as much of the Corruption cleansing weed as possible. It apparently was one of the very few alchemical solutions to the extremely tenacious substance. Not that Hilbert had much of a chance to witness many of these changes. He had almost immediately been appointed liaison to the Three-Fold Alliance along with Sir Michael and soon after, they had been recruited by the church to run missions with the Forsaken. When Hilbert had passed along the request to the queen, she had agreed almost immediately, not even asking for details¡­ the change had been shocking, to say the least. All in all, it had been a very strange few weeks. To top it all off, it seemed like the human had been hiding a dragon under that mountain of theirs and had flown off with it to do some secret mission of their own before the final conflict began. There were too many pieces and none of them seemed to fit as comfortably as he would have liked. ¡°I don¡¯t like it, Michael¡­ I don¡¯t like it one bit. Why does it feel like so much of this is not adding up?¡± He asked, turning to his faithful companion as they exited the Church outpost, having recently returned from another mission. The knight strode beside him, eerily silent in his all-metal suit of armor. ¡°I know it seems simple. Scary super being from the Outerdark pressing in on our plane from all sides¡­ The last vestiges of freedom and order united to fight back against overwhelming odds¡­ I could tell you the ending to this story right now, and yet¡­ it just doesn¡¯t feel right. Some piece is missing.¡± The knight didn¡¯t twitch as they continued walking toward their quarters, but Hilbert nodded vigorously as if he had added something particularly insightful to the conversation, ¡°Exactly my point! Now even Mallytza is worried! The Queen seems to be making almost all the right decisions, but she is more cold and distant than ever, and my master¡­ Well, he was never the kindest fellow, but at least he seemed interested. Now he barely pops in for a few hours before he is off to gods know where. ¡°I¡¯m sure it''s all for the ¡®greater good¡¯, but it just feels off, manufactured somehow. I mean, we struggle for centuries against the Strigoi, and then Poof! They are gone like a puff of smoke, and now without a second¡¯s thought we are redirecting all of our resources toward this new enemy!¡± Sir Michael continued to stride forward, movements silent and almost predatory in their grace. ¡°Not that I am complaining, it''s absolutely the right move. I guess I just don¡¯t understand our people. Maybe I never did¡­ Then there is this whole thing with Sir Accolon! I mean, a full pardon and a promotion for that worm? How could our leadership be making so many right moves, and yet do something so foolish at the same time?¡± They arrived at the apartment building that covertly housed many of the more notable foreign dignitaries and elites staying within the Alliance lands and entered by the central stairs. Climbing to the second floor, Sir Michael pressed his palm to the door, releasing the wards that sealed it, and stepped inside. ¡°And another thing, I still-¡± Hilbert¡¯s voice choked off as the door shut of its own violation, and Sir Michael drew his mace, a growl starting deep in his throat. ¡°Easy big guy, I¡¯m not here to hurt you.¡± A sultry voice purred from deep within the unnatural darkness of their apartment. Hilbert¡¯s hands were free of his sleeves in an instant, accessing the wards and finding them untripped, despite the intruder before them. She chuckled at his motion, ¡°Now now, hear me out before you get any blood on my outfit. I just changed.¡± The voice said, emerging from the darkness as the shadows fell away, revealing the female lapin that Hilbert was fairly sure worked as a part of the Alliance¡¯s counterintelligence arm. ¡°Strange way to approach us¡­ even if there are covert matters to discuss,¡± Hilbert said slowly, hands splayed out to touch the interlocking concentric glowing circles of his magecraft. Sir Michael hadn¡¯t moved since drawing his weapon, but Hilbert knew his body language well enough to recognize several Abilities primed and ready. ¡°Yes, I am afraid matters are growing far more complex than I had hoped. I am going to have to take something of a gamble, which means revealing more of my plan than I typically like to. Now will you settle down for a civilized discussion, or am I going to have to tie you up?¡± she asked with a sultry smile. B4 Chapter 5 Beyond the Mists Jonathan Tillman, Level 51 Son of Flame Tilly pushed through the mists, the sensation completely different now that he was wearing his Draconic Emissary armor set. Previously, the mists had flowed around him, offering him no resistance and no sense of progress. Now, he could feel them parting before him, drawing him into something and away from something else. Curious, he tried to reach out with his soul sense, but as soon as he had the thought to check, a twinge in his core warned him against the action and he withdrew. His quiet steps echoed strangely, the sound moving differently as it pushed forward ahead of his path, swirling in eddies around him instead of radiating out in waves. Then as suddenly as it had begun, the sensation passed, and the mists began to thin, revealing a ridge just ahead marking the end of the incline that Tilly had been jogging up. ¡°Nothing left to say, Whelp?¡± A voice from above the ridge pounded against Tilly¡¯s chest, painfully jarring his damaged soul. Even though the question had not been aimed at him, the aftershocks of its weight were still enough to almost knock the breath from Tilly¡¯s lungs. He stumbled as quietly as he could in surprise and tried not to cough as he poked his head above the ridge, the mists fully clear at this point. The top of the mountain was completely flat, forming an almost perfect circle with a diameter that looked like it reached almost half a mile. Sitting at its center was a dragon that dwarfed Brokenridge in both size and girth. Where Tilly¡¯s companion was cut in the fashion of an apex predator at the top of their game, the dragon taking up the center of this unnatural formation was rotund with rolls of skin and fat crowding every joint of the creature''s body. Its scales looked thick but also had a waxy, aged appearance that reminded Tilly of a reptile that had been taxidermied. Piles of enormous bones surrounded what could only be the dragon king as he sat atop a structure formed from the largest pieces. Glowing red text was burnt into many of the visible pieces of the structure of fused bone, and after a few seconds of observation, Tilly realized it was a primal-looking throne. It had taken him a moment to figure it out due to the basic form of the structure having been crafted for a quadruped instead of a bipedal humanoid. It looked more like a stage with a peaked back that loomed behind its occupant. At its top, sitting in a housing of bone at the tip of several large rib bones above the dragon''s huge head was a sky-blue jewel. As Tilly watched, it seemed to rotate slowly, even though it was held fast in the bone structure. His eyes lingered on the jewel as its significance continued to unfold before him, blowing through his mind like a breeze. His mind suddenly felt invigorated and his body experienced an almost electric jolt of energy as he finally recognized it. He had been so worried about keeping Brokenridge alive that he had almost forgotten about the quest he had received from the Sovereign Crystal. That was it¡­ the last requirement his Faction needed to upgrade. Well, that and somehow defeating the dragon king himself, someone Brokenridge had referred to as Longtooth. Tilly hadn¡¯t known if it was the dragon¡¯s real name or a slight about his appearance, but seeing the king now, Tilly figured it was probably the former. There was plenty of fuel there besides teeth if Brokenridge had been looking for inspiration. The throne¡¯s occupant aside, Tilly was awed by the level of complexity displayed in the flow of magic between the jewel, the throne, and the mountain. It used the Scorch inscribed bone to somehow contain the Facet while harnessing some of its energy as a focus to produce some powerful effects. ¡®Bet that¡¯s where these mists came from.¡¯ he thought, crouching low as he crawled over the edge and began to creep forward, attempting to get a full picture of the situation before him. Thankfully, the enormous dragon king was facing almost the opposite direction, focusing still on the object of his interrogation. The fact that he was still making demands at all meant that Brokenridge was still alive, but Tilly hadn¡¯t yet caught sight of him through the piles of bones. ¡°Insolence it is¡­ Very well, take your time and hold your silence, I will stand vigil to the folly of youth,¡± the king growled out. Tilly thought furiously, sweat beading on his brow as he fidgeted with his drawn hatchets¡­ He had made it this far, now he just had to figure out how to change the dynamic somehow. He moved laterally at a glacial pace, attempting to get eyes on Brokenridge before committing to a specific course of action. Just as Brokenridge¡¯s tail came into view behind what Tilly realized was the ancient remains of another dragon, the sound of a long sniff caused Tilly to freeze, wincing as his eyes darted to his left and found the corpulent dragon staring right at him. ¡®Shit¡¯The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. The dragon¡¯s eyes didn¡¯t narrow in suspicion, nor did he even twitch in surprise¡­ rather the creature''s bony brow rose in the vaguest expression of interest before turning back toward Brokenridge, ¡°What is this, Whelp? Your pet?¡± he asked. Tilly refused to take his eyes off the dragon king now that he knew he had been discovered, but he did spot a tiny twitch of the tail out of his periphery and heard a deep chuckle as Brokenridge replied, ¡°Yes, I suppose he is. Good of you to join us¡­ pet.¡± Even with his life hanging by a thread¡­ Tilly still had to fight down the sigh that his companion''s arrogance tried to force from him. Instead, deciding to fight fire with fire, he straightened up and looped his hatchets flashily, palming the vial of siren¡¯s tears under the cover of the movement. ¡°That''s funny coming from the helpless prisoner I¡¯m here to rescue...¡± The dragon king reared back his head and laughed, the sound so deep that it rattled some of the huge bones scattered around the mountaintop. Taking the free distraction, Tilly¡¯s eyes rapidly scanned his surroundings once more, desperately searching for some hint of what his next action should be. He still couldn¡¯t see all of Brokenrige¡¯s body, but he did catch sight of more lines of Scorch crawling in circles on the ground surrounding the supine dragon. And there was something else¡­ Some feeling of stillness locking down Brokenrige in an unnatural way. Tilly could tell he was being held in place, but the supernatural mechanisms at work were beyond him- Then an idea struck, ¡®This guy doesn¡¯t look like he''s gotten up in a thousand years¡­ He is surrounded by what I assume were other challengers who met the same fate Brokenridge is supposed to meet¡­ and he had done it all without moving from that cozy spot at the top of this mountain. Is it because he didn¡¯t have to, or because he couldn¡¯t?¡¯ ¡°I haven¡¯t laughed that hard in an Epoch!¡± the king belched, releasing a gout of purplish flame, ¡°But, of course, such disrespect cannot go unpunished,¡± he finished, eyes narrowing on Tilly as he released a blast of Aura that felt heavier than the mountain they were standing on. ¡°Now, BOW BEFORE ME.¡± He growled, his words slamming into Tilly along with the full brunt of his Will. Tilly barely had time to grunt before he was hit with the metaphysical tsunami of the dragon king¡¯s soul, and despite the warning Erash had given him, he could not just fold before it. In the split second before the agony hit, Tilly saw his chance and took a gamble. Baring his teeth in a rictus smile, he clamped his jaws shut, biting down on the scream that tried to rise in his throat as he pushed back against the force of the dragon king''s dominance with his aura. Multiple titles slid into place, undergirded by the arrogance provided for him by his armor set as the power of his soul exploded out of him to the detriment of his wounded core. He would not bow. A tearing sensation ripped through his center as he pushed back, parting the sea of the dragon king¡¯s might with a snarl. Something like a distant roar echoed through the spiritual confrontation as [Savage Dominion] took effect, causing the dragon¡¯s aural pressure to stutter for a moment before retreating entirely. Shock showed on his face as his slitted eyes dilated and his jowls pulled back in a snarl of their own. Suddenly absent of the pressure he had been pushing against, Tilly struggled not to stumble. Releasing his own aura, it collapsed back into his soul, fractured and flickering. ¡°What are you?¡± The dragon king growled again, this time eyeing Tilly, and then their surroundings, much more warily. ¡°What trick is this, Whelp? What have you brought here?¡± Brokenridge remained still, lying before the throne. But that didn¡¯t stop him from beginning to chuckle again, ¡°I told you. He is my pet- Why? Is that fear I smell on you, Sire?¡± He added, with a loud sniff. The dragon king shot an annoyed gout of smoke toward his prisoner, not taking his eyes off Tilly as the Scorch in the throne around him began to glow. Tilly had to act before he took back the initiative. Ignoring the fresh harvest of pain that the aural conflict had reaped in his soul, Tilly unclenched his teeth. ¡°Wait! Before this comes to blows, I have something to offer in exchange for Brokenridge¡¯s freedom,¡± he called. Then, not waiting for the dragon to answer, Tilly held his breath and popped the top on the vial. Almost instantaneously the dragon king¡¯s eyes shifted from Tilly¡¯s face to his hand and Brokenridge started twitching madly on the ground. ¡°How could you possibly-¡± ¡°BROODMOTHER-¡± Brokenridge interrupted with a desperate roar, unable to turn to see what Tilly held but struggling desperately nonetheless. ¡°Silence, Whelp!¡± The dragon king bellowed, the Scorch all around him flaring along with his words and cutting off the desperate dragon¡¯s cry like a TV put on mute. Tilly could see the rolls of fat and skin folded upon his claws jiggling with need as the muscles beneath twitched eagerly. Whatever he imagined¡­ he wanted it badly. ¡°You know not what you hold, human. Now, give it to me immediately and perhaps I will let you live,¡± he growled, actually allowing a string of drool to slip over his bottom lip. ¡°No¡­ I don¡¯t think I will.¡± Tilly said glibly, judiciously using some of the air he had stored in his lungs. Watching carefully, he moved his hand to the right and left. Fully under the item¡¯s effect, the dragon king¡¯s gaze moved along with the motions. Unconsciously, he was slowly shifting from a fully seated position to a sort of half-crouch. ¡®I hope this works¡­¡¯ ¡°Come now, human.¡± The dragon king continued, entranced, ¡°You have no use for such a trinket, whoever gave it to you was a fool. If you hand it to me, I will deal with you generously.¡± ¡°Or-¡± Tilly answered, tossing the vial up in the air and catching it, his lungs beginning to burn, ¡°Not,¡± He finished with a yell, whipping around in a pitcher''s throw, launching the vial into the mists and down the mountain. ¡°NOOOO!¡± The gargantuan specimen of his species roared, exploding from his perch in a rattling crack of bone. Tilly was shocked as the dragon king blinked past him, seeming to be able to move almost as fast as Brokenridge himself, despite the huge girth. The complicated enchantment of Scorch and bone that surrounded Brokenridge flashed and went inert, and Tilly''s shock broke into a smile, ¡°Well, that went better than I expected.¡± ¡°Silence, fool. This has only just begun!¡± Brokenridge interrupted, shoving to his feet and scanning the skies, still obscured by mists. Tilly hadn¡¯t been expecting a thank you or anything, but this was a li- A growl burst up from downslope, layered with so much Authority that the ground beneath Tilly''s feet trembled as the mists directly down the mountain parted, revealing a very large, very pissed-off dragon. B4 Chapter 6 Annoying as Hell ¡°Where is it?¡± the voice exploded up the mountain, cutting through Tilly¡¯s core like a thousand shards of glass, ¡°The Key is mine by right. Give it to ME!¡± the dragon king roared. Almost as soon as the weight of his words finished crushing Tilly, the giant of a dragon exploded upslope with a speed that defied everything Tilly understood about physics. Brokenridge roared in defiance as one of his three remaining miniature stars burst with power. Channeling that added force into an attack, he launched himself at the dragon king, not hesitating in the least to meet his much larger opponent head-on. They met in a thunderous clash of bone and claw, like the sound of two rams butting heads, if the rams were as large as city buses. Despite the disparity in size, Brokenridge slammed his sire to a stop right before he met Tilly, fully arresting the larger dragon¡¯s attack. Meanwhile, Tilly drunkenly stumbled to the side, barely keeping his feet through the metaphysical onslaught that had accompanied the dragon king¡¯s return. Trying to get out of the way of the gargantuan roaring melee that was playing out in front of him, he jerked into a messy dive, shifting his armor set back to its basic form. He stumbled away as he rolled back to his feet and his armor returned to normal. Every physical boost he could get his hands on right now mattered and judging from the echoing scream still coming from his soul, he wouldn¡¯t survive another contest of auras. Boom Clack RAAAWWWRR The sounds of the primal contest just behind him washed over Tilly, shoving him to the side like waves from a fast-approaching tide as his mind spun, searching for any way he could help. He hadn¡¯t felt this helpless since his first days on Nephesh, and as he sprinted out of direct range of the ferocious melee, he cursed the impotence of his unbalanced build. Not that his chances had ever been great for being anything other than a distraction in this fight with all of his trumps already spent, but a dark part of him had been hoping this foe would at least show some signs of Corruption. Not that he wanted their foe to have influence on something so powerful but at least then Tilly¡¯s flame-based attacks would have had a chance to do some damage. But no¡­ none of his senses had picked up any hint of infection after he had made it through the mists. After he had booked it around a hundred feet, he whipped around, drawing both hatchets, and attempted to spot some opening in the twisting contest of scale and tooth that he could use to affect the current fight. Longtooth had made full use of his greater size to maneuver Brokenridge to the ground and showed all of his already red-stained teeth as he bore down on his opponent, searching for the neck and a quick brutal end to their fight. Both combatants had already suffered multiple bites and rending claw injuries in the time it had taken Tilly to get clear of the conflict. But like a mature grizzly bear, the dragon king was at a distinct advantage in this sort of exchange. His greater layers of fat and muscle had reduced most of the damage Brokenridge had inflicted to shallow wounds. Brokenridge was clearly already much worse off. Even as his sire lunged for the kill from his superior position, Brokenridge activated the second to last of the bright points of light hovering between his horns. He roared along with the action, instantly releasing a jet of plasma so bright that it temporarily blinded Tilly, and pushed even the dragon king¡¯s considerable weight off him and into the air. Hoping for an opening, Tilly desperately called upon [All or Nothing] and was about to pour all 55% of his remaining Mana into a thrown strike, hoping to stack the title with his hatchett¡¯s imbued power, Dragon¡¯s Fury, adding onto Brokenridge¡¯s surprise attack¡­ But the basso sound of laughter reverberated across the mountaintop, causing Tilly to hesitate as Longtooth shrugged off the attack that had hit him center mass. Launched into the air, he unfurled his enormous wings and beat them powerfully. The place where Brokenridge had hit him was glowing hot, but did not show any actual damage, and Tilly reluctantly released the pattern for his burgeoning flame attack¡­ It was obviously going to be a waste of Mana anyway. ¡°Hahaha. Perhaps I should thank you, Whelp. It does feel good to stretch these wings after so many centuries. Now where were we? Ah, yes¡­ I believe you wanted to test your flame against mine.¡± He boomed, pulling back his jaws in a predatory smile as his multistory building-sized chest ballooned. Brokenridge glowed silver, activating his serpentine dodge Ability, even as his sire released a bar of plasma five times the width of the attack the dragon king had just tanked. Tilly¡¯s stomach dropped, as even with the enormous boost to Dexterity his ability offered him, Brokenridge was unable to fully dodge the sweeping strike that Longtooth laid down on the area. The dragon was plowed into the ground tearing a furrow even in the incredibly strong Dragonglass mountainside. Tilly¡¯s instincts screamed at him as the attack''s focus swept in his direction without warning, like a fast-moving portal to the solar-flare surface of the sun. Moving before he had even fully registered the shift in the attack, Tilly dove behind a fortuitously large pile of dragon bones, which thankfully blocked out most of the attack. But even vastly reduced, the air around him started to spontaneously combust as the heat of the Dragon king¡¯s continued focus turned Tilly¡¯s immediate environment into a crematorium. This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. His armor shifted to its sun salamander form, further insulating him from the heat. But even with multiple layers of resistance to fire and heat damage, he still felt his skin begin to blister under the insane power of the attack. His over two hundred Endurance was pushed to the limit as his Health began to drop. Then he heard another roar of defiance, and the attack was suddenly cut off by the sound of another bone-jarring impact. Tilly slowly straightened, stumbling from behind the now melted barrier of dragon bone to see Brokenridge locked in another melee as the pair crashed to the ground. The younger, smaller dragon was by far the more aggressive of the two, landing two or three strikes for every one of his sire¡¯s¡­ but it was a losing strategy. Every advantage Brokenridge typically had against his enemies¡­ hell, every advantage Tilly usually had, was rendered moot by the Dragon king¡¯s fire-aspected nature and extremely resistant natural defenses. Every weapon Brokenridge had, the dragon king seemed to have more of. ¡®Kindle!¡¯ Tilly shouted mentally through their bond. Typically, the connection was instantaneous, if not occasionally strained by distance, but now as Tilly urgently reached out to his bonded phoenix, it felt like their connection had been reduced to a trickle of its normal flow, the information slowed down inexplicably, like trying to suck a milkshake in through a straw. ¡®I don¡¯t know how well you can hear me, but we are running out of time!¡¯ he sent, his message layered with impotent frustration and simmering rage at his helplessness. Before he had entered the mists completely, she had briefly shared that she was on her way, and was bringing new power to the fight, but then they had cut off as the mists thickened, and Tilly didn¡¯t think he had time to wait any longer. After another second that felt like an eternity as he watched Brokenridge slowly get torn apart, Tilly received a broken reply through their connection, ¡®Almost ¡­ There¡­¡¯ The dragon king successfully maneuvered behind Brokenridge as the smaller dragon left one of his wings partially extended in an attempt to stop the shift. Longtooth batted aside the block and chomped down viciously on the smaller bones running through the sensitive appendage. A brutal snap accompanied the attack, followed by an enraged roar from the smaller dragon as he ripped the wing away from his sire¡¯s jaws, losing one of the appendage¡¯s joints and accompanying muscle in the process. Brokenridge lunged away, turning to face his sire with a snarl as his damaged wing hung limply to his side. He was now a bloody canvas, fully displaying the carnage of their primal contest and while the dragon king mirrored the younger dragon''s blood loss, he was far less affected by the many lacerations and bites that had torn deeply into the thick layers of his fat and muscle. Longtooth sauntered forward confidently, ¡°Now you will tell me how your pet got his hands on a Celestial Key, and in return, I will end you quickly,¡± he growled out easily through his bloody-toothed smile. In reply, Brokenridge coughed wetly, before growling out, ¡°Your ease has made you blind, you old fool. How is it that you cannot see?¡± The dragon king¡¯s eyes flashed in fury at that response, and a purplish glow surrounded him, even as Tilly spotted the barest twitch of satisfaction from Brokenridge''s jaws. The dragon used his last power burst from their pillaging of the Perfected Golem Faction, to supercharge his own attack, bursting in silvery brilliance as he met his sire¡¯s charge again in a deafening collision of meat and bone. Tilly¡¯s knuckles turned white as he squeezed the hatchets¡­ He was all out of tricks. Physically he was mostly fine, only having lost 20% of his health in that last attack but spiritually, he was a wreck. Even the thought of activating anything outside of his normal Mana Pathway Abilities sent shivers of wracking pain through his center. No more special items on his belt, no more superlative Titles to activate. He was¡­ stuck. He was forced to watch as creatures far above his power level crashed into each other again and again, sending sprays of boiling blood and roars of fury into the air. Longtooth ripped out a particularly large chunk of Brokenridge¡¯s layered muscle over his jugular, and while there was no spray of arterial blood, Tilly was sure that his companion would not last much longer¡­ as wily as the dragon had proved to be¡­ he just didn¡¯t have an answer for the dragon king¡¯s superiority in every area of their contest. All of Tilly''s impotence and all of his frustration poured into the flame surrounding his core, urging him forward even though there was no hope of his affecting the outcome of this battle. It just didn¡¯t matter anymore. Whether or not it was stupid, he couldn¡¯t stand by and wait any longer. And so with a howl of fury, Tilly sprinted forward, charging into another hopeless situation without even a thought for his own survival¡­ just as he had so many times before. His bellow of attack went completely unnoticed by the clashing titans, his paltry second-tier Dexterity pushing him forward at unimpressive speeds as he lept the last thirty yards or so with both of his hatchets raised above his head. He might only be a fly on the back of their opponent, but he was going to do his damndest to be annoying as hell. ¡®I¡¯m here!¡¯ Came the sweetest words Tilly could have ever imagined. Mid-air, he felt more than saw Kindle burst through the mists, bypassing its defenses by nature of her link to both previously accepted entrants. Moving at almost ten times Tilly¡¯s own speed, she dove down toward them like a meteor, and Tilly barely had an instant to register her vector of attack before she struck. She hadn¡¯t dived in to unleash some surprise attack against their shared enemy¡­ No, her flaming form shot directly at Tilly¡¯s unprotected back. Before his split attention had any space to even wonder at her actions, he registered a lightning-fast blip of a thought as everything happened at once. ¡®Trust me.¡¯ Then, hitting simultaneously with Tilly¡¯s pointless double-bladed attack on Longtooth¡¯s back, Kindle¡¯s flaming form¡­ plunged into him. Not just into his physical form, merging with his skin and armor on a fundamental level¡­ something about the dual nature of her flames allowed her immense and immediate access to his core. There was only a moment¡¯s hesitation before he relaxed all resistance, giving her full access to his soul and she flooded him with the heat of the distant stars. A roaring conflagration exploded out from his center in response to their sudden and violent merging, replacing all sound and light with white flame. His core shuddered under the pressure, but as the white flame bathed his network, he found their influence warm and supportive, rushing through all of his strained and damaged soul space and shoring it up, burning away the lingering muck of spiritual pain suffusing the deeper places of Tilly¡¯s soul after the Fey King¡¯s aural attack. Amidst the almost comforting explosion of the intense fiery energy, Tilly felt a strange notification float to the surface of his consciousness, as his physical and even spiritual form was reforged in a supernova of heat and flame. Congratulations: New Armor Form Detected! Your Legendary Growth Type Armor and Summon Bond have combined for a world-first unique ability: Phoenix Fire Form. Warning: This is a world-first Ability and as such will have to be tested for powers and limits to be established. B4 Chapter 7 Just Like Old Times Chuuh - Shhhh Chuuh - Shhhh As Tilly¡¯s senses came back to him, a sound that he hadn¡¯t heard in what felt like decades centered him back on the present. He blinked away stars, realizing that he was wearing an actual face mask. In shock, he took another reflexive breath in, and the achingly familiar sound of a shuddering inhalation vibrated through his respirator, followed by the hissing expulsion of that same breath. The sound reverberated through him, grounding him and his wounded soul profoundly. He had faced death countless times in his past life¡­ always while wearing this gear. The sound of his respirator had formed the backdrop of every fire he had ever fought, and to hear it again, especially in such a high-pressure situation brought a level of solidity to his soul that he had not known he was missing. ¡®Kindle¡­ what is going on?¡¯ He sent, looking down through his crystalline visor to see that he was wearing a full set of fire gear. Except instead of the classic yellow and tan coloring he had worn his whole career, the whole set was dominated by a glowing blue and white coloration. He unconsciously shifted his shoulders, feeling the straps to an honest-to-god Airpack pulling against the motion, making its comforting and ever-present weight known on his back. The tone of Kindle¡¯s replay was just as awestruck as he felt ¡®I have never been bonded as a summon before, but in one of my past lives, I voluntarily bound myself into the form of a sword. For a time I was one of the greatest weapons on the plane. Those memories returned to me in the rivers of liquid metal, and I knew our bond would allow me to do something far greater. So yes, I supplied the catalyst for this form, but it was your heart that shaped it. ¡°HELL YES!¡± Tilly exclaimed out loud in reply, looking up from his new armor set triumphantly, beyond pleased with what was probably his favorite power upgrade to date. As if the physical utterance was all it took to pull him back into his current predicament, Tilly realized that time had not, in fact, been frozen during his transformation. Shifting into this new form had released an immense amount of energy, knocking Longtooth dozens of yards away and giving Brokenridge a moment''s reprieve. But as Tilly adjusted to his new armor, the dragon king had oriented himself on the new attacker, fire blazing in his mouth and eyes as he pulled in an enormous amount of breath. ¡®Crap,¡¯ Tilly thought, registering all of this a split second before a bar of plasma the size of a train tunnel exploded from the dragon¡¯s mouth, hitting him dead on. In that instant, he was returned to the same bright burning plane that had accompanied his armor¡¯s transformation, but just like before, the radical heat of the environment caused him no pain¡­ In fact, as the breath attack continued to wash over him, he noticed his HUD coming back online, taking on a much simpler digital read-out form on the inner surface of his mask. Under the otherworldly heat of the dragon king¡¯s bright purple flames, his Health and Mana were actually rising. A wave of what could only be described as smug satisfaction radiated from Kindle, and Tilly¡¯s eyes shot to the last and new line on the facepiece read out of his HUD. Air Remaining: 92% And there it was, whatever advantages this new armor set gave him¡­ he needed to make them count before his air was up. Somewhere beyond the scope of the attack, Brokenridge let out a roar of fury at Tilly¡¯s apparent demise, and seeming to want to grind the point home, the dragon king continued to pour out his fury on the spot where Tilly had appeared to have been destroyed. ¡®Any hints on what I can do in this thing¡¯ He sent urgently to Kindle as he burst forward into a sprint, running through the comically long breath attack toward the gaping jaws of their unsuspecting enemy. ¡®Flame and heat can only aid you now, and whatever substance is sustaining this form on your back can be used to further increase the potency of your attacks.¡¯ She replied, more in tune with his line of thinking than ever in her new form. Her answer raced through him as he reared back with one of his hatchets mid-stride and shoved as much Mana as he could into the attack. He felt [All or Nothing] activate, and then an increased tug on the ¡°Air¡± on his back flooded through his regulator, hyper-charging the attack. He cut it off after only using twenty percent of the tank¡¯s capacity and released the attack. Unfortunately, the dragon king¡¯s considerable lungs emptied at the same instant as his throw. Even at almost point-blank range, with all of his force behind the throw, Longtooth reacted to the threat with uncanny speed, snapping his jaws shut in an instant, shielding his more vulnerable mouth with a row of Tilly-sized teeth.Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. The boom of another explosion went off as Tilly¡¯s hyper-powered Blue Flame Strike, further multiplied by his weapon augmentation, slammed into the dragon king''s closed mouth. Tilly was flung back, sent careening through the sky, as the sounds of his target''s fury, and the reply of his companion¡¯s laughter echoed from the mountaintop in equal measure. Tilly had a moment of panic as his careening flight took him further and further from the battlefield, toward the mists, before Kindle¡¯s voice interjected, ¡®There is more¡­¡¯ He felt something in their form shift and another burst of energy flooded his body from the tank on his back. The augmented flame raged through him, bursting from his shoulders and forming two flaming wings. Completely out of his conscious control, they flared out, arresting his flight. They beat powerfully once, then twice, bringing him back around and allowing him to alight back on the ground at the edge of the mists. ¡®We can FLY?¡¯ He shouted internally ¡®Of course, I would never allow myself to take such a crude form without some of my grace bestowed upon it!¡¯ she clucked in reply. That was all they had time for as the dragon king came barreling toward him, shooting overland at hundreds of miles per hour to pay back the affront of Tilly¡¯s last attack. ¡°How dare you!¡± He roared, freely bleeding lips pulled taunt above blackened teeth in a rictus of hate. Tilly brought his weapons up, knowing there was no way he could match the dragon king¡¯s charge, but unable to think of an alternative in the half second he had before the creature hit. He eyed his rapidly refilling Mana and planned to attempt another strike even as he tried to tank the hit. Then at the very last instant, Brokenridge crashed into his Sire, knocking the charge off course and tearing into the side of his distracted opponent. The wind of their passing almost knocked Tilly off his feet, and he quickly spun, eyeing his dropping air readout on his HUD, desperately trying to come up with some fresh options. So far, he knew that the ¡°Air¡± in his tank seemed to supercharge his Constitution and Wisdom to some extent, and in this form, any fire or heat he experienced added to that boost¡­ But none of that solved his current problem. He needed a way to deal some serious damage, and so far the dragon king had proven to be insanely resilient to all of their attacks. Brokenridge tore several large gashes into his sire¡¯s side before the dragon king turned, retaliating with vicious snaps of his jaws, aiming for Brokenridge¡¯s freely bleeding throat. A realization hit Tilly as he jumped forward into a run, his body moving ahead of his thoughts. His flames may be doing very little damage against the dragon king, but Brokenridge was completely immune to them, just like Tilly was immune to Brokenridge¡¯s breath attack. That meant that Tilly needed to keep spamming fire attacks while they were locked in this struggle, giving his companion every advantage he could before it was too late. His vastly increased Mana regen pushed above 50% right as he arrived at the pair as they ferociously vied for dominance. He leapt into a dive, shooting for a fleeting space between the two apex predators, and activated Flame Expulsion+, hyper-charging it with half of the remaining ¡°Air¡± from his tank. Blue and white flames blasted out from his center as his air readout dropped to 22%. The attack washed harmlessly over Brokenridge. No. That wasn¡¯t true. The flames actually cauterized some of his worst bleeding, buying the gravely wounded dragon a little more time. The opposite seemed to be true for Longtooth. As he was knocked up into the air by the miniature bomb going off near his center mass, all of his collected shallow wounds worked against him, creating gaps in his flame resistance, where the ember feature of his Ability went to work, embedding themselves in the wounds and burning merrily stacking a damage-over-time Debuff. The dragon king roared in pain mid-air, but the exclamation was cut off as Brokenridge lunged up from the ground, taking advantage of the momentary distraction to leap up and snap his jaws around his sire¡¯s throat. The roar gurgled to a stop as the pair crashed back to the ground near Tilly and he rushed in, looking for any place he could to shove his hatchets in and do further damage. But the dragon king began thrashing wildly in Brokenridge¡¯s grip and Tilly''s charge was slammed aside by the flailing of the dragon¡¯s tail as he struggled to break free. Physics saved Tilly from any serious damage as his extreme Endurance, paired with the fact that he was airborne meant that most of the energy of the collision was transferred through Tilly as velocity, launching him away from the conflict and directly into the bone throne. He smashed into the structure, multiple points on his skeleton taking on hairline cracks from the impact as he groaned and rolled back to his feet. His armor set rapidly began working to repair the damage to his body as it pushed his Mana and Health back up at an incredible rate. Air Remaining: 11% ¡®Shit,¡¯ Tilly cursed to himself as he reoriented on the fight in time to see Longtooth rip free from Brokenridge¡¯s hold in a spray of blood that, while painful, didn¡¯t actually look life-threatening. Tilly was about to dive back into the fray when he felt a distinct throbbing from above him and some instinct caused him to turn and look up at the crystalized Facet locked into place above the throne. He felt it as the dragon king¡¯s focus shifted entirely from his current fight to Tilly and his new location. Several pieces of information clicked into place as Tilly finally saw a way out of the downward spiral this fight had been doomed to from the beginning. ¡°No!¡± The dragon king roared as Tilly jumped up to the top of the throne¡¯s back, and urgently started to hack away with enflamed strikes at the pieces of dragon bone holding Origin¡¯s Breath in place. The Scorch markings all along the structure flashed dangerously as Tilly did his best to break the Facet free. He felt the dragon king bearing down on him, desperate to stop his actions before a weakened roar of defiance sounded out one more time. Brokenridge somehow found the strength to interpose himself between his sire and Tilly once more. The sound of their impact and Longtooth¡¯s answering bellow of frustration boomed from right behind him and he continued to slam his weapons into the jewel¡¯s bone casing again and again. Finally, one of the bone tips shattered and the Crystal burst free in a thunderous crash of light and sound. A furious roar contested abortively with the sound of a howling cyclone of wind as the contained energy of the Facet was released, dispersing the time disrupting mists in an instant. Multiple timelines detected, System-enforced Chrono - Reconciliation in effect. The words ran across Tilly¡¯s HUD as the winds of time rushed in from the outside and buffeted his body and soul. B4 Chapter 8 Geriatric Beatdown Tilly was locked within a vortex of competing forces as the pressure of the outside realm buffeted his soul. The passage of time, greatly diluted by the Facet-empowered mists, crashed in and swamped the entire area in a violent rebalancing of the fourth dimension. The experience took him outside of his body and he watched himself age days in a matter of moments. Then it was over, and in a blink of an eye, he was back in his body, whatever time he missed fully suffused through him, body and soul. The pressures keeping him aloft abated and Tilly fell to the ground, feeling spent and refreshed all at once. Nearby, he felt Kindle pull free from their combined form, flapping away tiredly as she retreated from the field of battle, her energy spent. Their bond was stronger than ever and he could sense just how draining the Phoenix Fire armor form was for her. ¡®Thanks for saving me, girl. Again.¡¯ ¡®Thank me by finishing this; our work has only just begun.¡¯ She sent back tiredly, along with a view of several more scenes of combat playing out on the other peaks. ¡®Wait¡­ how long has it been?¡¯ That last warning from Kindle hit him like a bucket of ice water, baptizing him fully into the present. His eyes snapped to Brokenridge, who was stumbling away from his sire and shaking his head free of the strange experience. Many of his wounds had scabbed over, but at his sudden movement, they were beginning to tear afresh and weep blood once again. This was nothing compared to Longtooth, who had experienced the System-enforced timeline reconciliation much more brutally. Just minutes ago from Tilly¡¯s perspective, the creature had stood almost seventy feet in the air, a robust paragon of strength and domination. But under the weight of untold millennia, his posture had stooped and his muscular girth had become hollow. The flesh around his extremities flapping around like sacks of wine, swinging from loose folds of skin. The transformed dragon king stumbled away drunkenly from the recent brawl, his own wounds long since healed to scars as time immemorial came crashing back in on him. Seeing how dramatic those changes had been, Tilly pulled back up his Debuff explanation and timer, hoping to get a better sense of how long had passed since he had moved through the mists. Status Effects: Severe Soul Wrent Soul Wrent: Your soul has suffered a severe injury and is at risk of irreversible damage. The effectiveness of any Aural and Will Abilities will be set to 10% normal strength for the duration of this Debuff. Warning, your soul is close to dissolution, guard your will and protect your core, for it cannot take any more pressure or stress until it is fully healed. One day, 12 hours remaining. Sure the loss of his soul was concerning, but the loss of five days hit Tilly harder and he had to fight to stay focused on the current battle as he waited for Kindle to bring back word of what was happening on the other peaks. This whole plan had hinged on getting to the Contested Lands first and gaining an immense advantage on the field before the arrival of the enemy¡¯s full strength¡­ Now whatever advantage they had was all but gone. Tilly¡¯s eyes lit up in renewed anger as he considered the incredibly selfish dragon king before him. The dragon seemed almost pitiful as he fought to regain his bearings. A quick internal check confirmed that all of Tilly¡¯s titles were back online and his Celestial Bracelets of Substitutional Might had fully reset timers. This was looking more and more like the perfect moment to kick a guy while he was down. He keyed up [All or Nothing] and was about to activate the Bracelets to flip his build to an Intelligence emphasis when he heard a growl hit him from his periphery. ¡°No, human. He is mine,¡± Brokenridge coughed out, bleeding from numerous tearing scabs. Longtooth¡¯s head tilted to the side as if those words and the challenge they represented anchored him back to the present, pulling his attention back to the fight. He swung his neck around and set his milky white eyes on the much younger dragon, baring his teeth in hatred, ¡°And so you resort to cheap tricks? You would orchestrate the end of our dominance on this plane?¡± the dragon slurred, his focus sliding around Brokenridge in an attempt to zero in on the challenger. ¡°Enough talk, Longtooth. It is time we ended this.¡± Brokenridge growled, shooting forward without further preamble. Longtooth responded with a croaking roar, diving at the smaller opponent with a ferocity undimmed by the supernatural weathering his body had just undergone. Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. They collided together one last time, Brokenridge feeling the majority of the impact as their bodies crashed into one another. Even having to tank the brunt of Longtooth¡¯s charge, the smaller dragon more than made up for it with attacks that blurred in their intensity. Tilly¡¯s bent knees and raised weapons slowly straightened as he watched his draconic companion literally tear his sire apart. Longtooth attempted to put up a fight, but the weight of Epochs had robbed his form of much of its speed and strength. Where he had easily overwhelmed his progeny earlier in the fight, he now found each of his attacks too slow to hit the vitals he attempted to target. Instead, Brokenridge ripped through the dragon king¡¯s immense form, rending weathered skin from atrophied muscle and cutting deep into the remaining layers underneath. With a final roar of fury, Longtooth snatched one of Brokenridge¡¯s legs, heaving mightily to throw him off. The smaller dragon was flung into the distance, landing heavily on the other side of the mountaintop. His ferocious movements had worsened many of his still-healing injuries, and despite having done the majority of the damage in that last encounter, copious amounts of boiling dragon blood were flowing freely from his eviscerated form. Yet his sire had fared far worse in the exchange. The ancient dragon swayed on his feet, his body a ruin of torn flesh and gaping wounds. Tilly could hardly understand how the thing''s body was holding itself together at this point, and yet the dragon slowly straightened from his crouch, eyeing his progeny across the intervening space with something that might have been respect. Brokenridge shook off his many injuries, standing to his own full height to cast his baleful gaze back at the creature responsible for the possible end of his kind. As the two opponents beheld each other from across the mountaintop, Tilly noticed Longtooth¡¯s eyes clearing for some indefinable reason, his vision focusing on his heir as some of the old bitterness fell away. ¡°Now you see what I have done to protect our place on this plane. You have contested my right to lead, as is your right; and now we decide the future of our kind¡¯s legend,¡± the king wheezed out as his life leaked onto the ground around him. ¡°Our future was in our people, not in whatever it is you built on top of this mountain. You forgot your purpose¡­ But my heart remembers. Our legend is not limited to the memory of lesser races. Your time is over, but our people will live on.¡± Brokenridge replied through gritted teeth, barely able to remain standing. Longtooth nodded once, finding a strange level of contentment with that answer here at his end. The giant dragon then began to inflate his chest slowly, taking in air for one last attack. Brokenridge¡¯s lips pulled back in return, revealing something not too distant from a smile, and responded in kind. Tilly looped his hatchets, resting his hands on their heads as these two creatures, some of the last of their kind, chose to end their contest in the most dramatic way possible. He was hopeful that the battle would end in Brokenridge¡¯s victory but, even if it looked like that might not happen, he knew he couldn¡¯t intervene at this point. The terribly proud creature had claimed the finale of this fight, and Tilly knew that if he took it from him, the tenuous bridge of their burgeoning relationship would shatter under the offense. Both dragons finished forcing air into their damaged chest cavities at the same time and for a moment the entire scene was still. Even Tilly held his breath, the tension of the moment pulling his eyes into slits of worry. Torrents of flame burst forth from both gaping jaws, racing toward each other and colliding in front of the damaged throne. Longtooth¡¯s considerable size and undiminished magic reserves allowed him to produce another immense quantity of purple flame, exploding from his mouth in a river of fire that was easily thirty feet in diameter by the time it met Brokenridge¡¯s breath attack. As they met, the differences between the two abilities were made stark in their contrast as Brokenrige¡¯s azure bar of plasma no bigger than Tilly himself burst through the center of Longtooth¡¯s attack. The purple flames were hardly slowed as they continued on their path and crashed into Brokenridge, who leaned into the attack as his own ability drilled through the center of his sire¡¯s. The much more concentrated attack cut through its center until it pounded into Longtooth¡¯s open maw with the force of a freight train. Air rushed past Tilly as the two conflagrations met and vied for greater fuel, conjoining into a brief, multi-colored inferno. Then the dragon king¡¯s breath attack ended abruptly, his teeth clattering shut from the force of Brokenrigde¡¯s attack. Longtooth stood there, aged, but proud for a few moments more, his head a smoking ruin as Brokenridge¡¯s flame continued to incinerate it from the inside out. Then Brokenridge cut off his attack, burnt and swaying, but watching with some satisfaction as the tyrant of his people collapsed, dead. Just like that, Brokenridge, covered in a network of recently recauterized wounds, became the new king of the dragons. Tilly rushed over to the dragon who had begun to take shallow wet breaths, ¡°Hey, are you ok? What can I do to help?¡± He shouted as he ran over. Brokenridge cast a bleary exhausted eye at Tilly¡¯s approach. ¡°Claim the jewel, you fool!¡± he growled before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed as well. Tilly cut a sharp turn in his run, angling back toward the damaged throne and the fallen Facet. The sounds of Brokenridge¡¯s breathing came in shuddering gasps as the multiple instances of abuse he had put his body through stacked on him now that there was nothing left to fight. He slid to the floor as he spotted the jewel, blinking in and out of existence amidst pieces of shattered bone. Without thinking, he reached down and grabbed it, sending howling energy raging through his Mana Pathways as his hand wrapped around the object of extreme power. Time started to blink in and out of focus as his position on the mountain and even the cosmos was called into question by the potential to Change stored within the ancient source of power that now flooded his veins. Reacting almost instantly, Tilly dropped the Facet what he thought was a moment later. But as he looked up, he grimly noted that the sun had dropped even further in the now visible sky. Even worse, he could no longer hear Brokenridge breathing¡­ Urgently, he reached toward the jewel once again, this time stopping just short of touching it, and allowing himself to feel its surroundings. He relaxed his hold on his Mana and felt it wanting to reach out to interact with the mysterious object. Letting it guide him, he sent a pulse of fire into the jewel and received a bracing, energetic reply. His notification icon, which had started flashing as soon as Longtooth died, went crazy and Tilly cut off the mental mute he had on the log. Congratulations! Your party has defeated the dragon king in combat. You have Leveled up! Your Title [Savage Dominion] has triggered, augmenting your experience reward. Tilly raced through the level-up notifications, finally reaching the line he needed. Quest Complete! You have defeated the dragon king and assisted Brokenridge in claiming his throne, would you like to accept the Patronage of Origin¡¯s Breath? Warning, doing so will result in drastic changes to the lands your Faction has laid claim to, this power is linked to change and upheavals, and accepting its authority in your Faction will have unpredictable consequences. Accept Patronage? Yes / No Tilly mentally selected ¡°Yes¡± and for the second time that day, time and space exploded out from the jewel like a howling wind as the natural order of Nephesh was once again rearranged by its influence. B4 Chapter 9 Raising The Stakes Hiro Matsumoto Guardian Daimyo of the Three-Fold Alliance Something fundamental to his nature had just changed. He had been sitting in on another meeting when it happened, attempting fruitlessly to bring order to the chaotic morass that was their Coalition. A deep thrum reverberated through the Land, originating from the temple on the mountain. He briefly noted the few others who were sensitive enough to look up, turning their heads in the direction of the temple searchingly. But almost immediately after the warning of change moved through the Land, the change took him. An entirely new network of Mana Distribution patterns whirled into being inside him, rearranging what had already been burned, and then regrown from his Well the last two times he had experienced such a change. The Faction had grown, and the council now oversaw a Kingdom. ¡°He has done it,¡± the elderly samurai whispered, a rare smile playing across his face, despite the internal discomfort he was experiencing as his power structure was rewritten. Then a howling force tore through the manor and Hiro was caught up in the fresh winds of a spring storm, dancing to the melody of inevitable change. Suddenly he was gone, the wind had not picked him up in the sense of moving his body. Instead, his newly rewritten Mana Pathways reacted jubilantly to the advent of the wild power coursing through the room and channeled a new power. The world around him blurred and time swirled in ascending and descending spirals as his new ability instinctually bore him toward a distant destination. Since coming back from the grave, he had happily accepted the limits of his new powers. His purpose had always been to protect his people, and the loss of his freedom to travel from their Faction¡¯s lands had seemed a small price to pay for such power. He had understood and accepted his role in the coming fight would be to secure their home base and provide as much support as he could from the Alliance¡¯s lands. Now, however, he was being pulled far from the valley where his people had built their refuge. The strange magic blowing through him was taking him to a new place, one that was both foreign and yet rang with a familiar note of joyous, creative, energy. Then he was there, landing lightly on his feet. The moment his body made contact with the local land, he learned that it too had been added to his Faction¡¯s holdings and it told him of everything that had recently occurred in its domain and some things that were still unfolding. He stood there for a long moment, on the flattened top of a mountain-like structure built at the beginning of the Land¡¯s story. The area around him was already undergoing a transformative renewal as not one, but three of Origin¡¯s Facets settled into the peak and remade it. There were five other peaks, and even now he could only dimly sense 3 others. The fourth, however, he could sense much more sharply. A power aligned with his was currently contesting it vigorously¡­ He was just in time. ¡°Hiro?¡± A familiar, but confused voice called out. The Guardian Daimyo turned toward Tilly¡¯s shocked face and noted the new altar now sitting at the center of the area. Soon this entire mountain would be remade to better support its new authority. But there would be no time to explain. He had work to do if the coalition was to stand a chance of gaining the foothold it needed to wage war against what was coming. Even now, he could feel the distant crashing of cloven feet, the acidic burn of the tide of demonic armies headed this way. ¡°Jonathan Tillman, I must go. Plant the seed and bring our forces here. Direct our elites to the other peaks, we must delay them as long as possible if we are to stand a chance,¡± he called, eyeing the distant battle eagerly. ¡°Hold on, I''ll come with-¡± Hiro smiled fiercely, enjoying the surge of potential that animated his newly upgraded body as he leaned into the powerset bestowed upon him by Origin¡¯s Breath. In a blink he was gone, slipping through time and space to land in between Erash and the pair of Level 88 Elder Fiends that she had been contending against. Without missing a beat, she lowered her staff, reaching up to wipe some of the dirt and blood marring her normally pristine features. ¡°I felt the shift¡­but I must say, this is a pleasant surprise,¡± she breathed out in relief. The winged Fiends screamed in protest at Hiro¡¯s interruption, their hatred-laced calls joining the others who flew toward the peaks on twisted wings, attempting to claim them ahead of Corruption¡¯s main force. ¡°The die has been cast¡­ let us see just how far providence will carry us.¡± He replied, smoothly drawing his sword and taking a step toward the growing crowd of enemies attempting to win before the battle had truly begun. ¡­ If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it. Ichiro, Level 79 Samurai Hatamoto Something momentous rippled through the Weave. Ichiro had been consciously blocking out the vast majority of his awareness of its captivating patterns as he tried to pay attention to the meeting and its almost endless bickering. Then everything around him had burst with animated movement. Whatever the source of this change, it was reorienting many of the destinies represented in the Coalition, including the powers assembled in the manor¡¯s courtyard. A moment later, his father cocked his head with a grunt, and looked off into the distance, as if he too could see the change. An expression of awe bloomed on his features for the barest moment before he whispered, ¡°He has done it.¡± Then an energy unlike anything Ichiro had ever felt tore through the courtyard, and several others looked up at its passing, including the ancient wizard and the Honu Elders. It howled silently through the room, invisible to all but a few, and then it was gone, his father along with it. Ichiro immediately lifted as much of his mental block as he could handle, his eyes dancing across the rapidly changing pattern as he attempted to draw some conclusion from all of the changes. Jonathan Tillman had done something, that much was clear. But why were all of the threads in this room suddenly being pulled toward the center of the city, and what did the gaping hole in the pattern at the top of their mountain signify? ¡°Please excuse me,¡± Ichiro said quietly, as the others in the room started to shout at Hiro¡¯s sudden disappearance. The old wizard raised his voice attempting to take charge of the situation and Ichiro passed out of the front gate of the manor almost unnoticed, before accelerating to his full speed and racing toward the slowly filling gap in the Weave at the mountain¡¯s top. Less than twenty breaths later he was there, looking at a large newly formed cave where the temple had once stood. The entrance, the weathered statues¡­ it was all gone. The shock of the sudden loss hit him in his chest, rattling his normally iron control on his emotions. ¡°You will see it again soon enough, along with that rambunctious father of yours,¡± a weathered voice whispered comfortingly from behind Ichiro. He spun on his heels, reaching for his sword in a smooth dangerous motion, only to find the elderly farming couple standing at their ease. These two had been so instrumental in the agricultural advances the Alliance had enjoyed¡­ But something was off. Even with much of his awareness blocked off, he should have been able to detect their presence on the Weave before they spoke. How long had they been there? He searched his senses again and felt nothing. It was as if they weren¡¯t there at all to the vast majority of his sight. The couple calmly observed him as his mind raced through the possibilities that the disappearance and now this discovery could represent. ¡°Go ahead and take a closer look, but I¡¯ll warn you, you might want to squint those eyes of yours. You''re still new to this after all.¡± George said leaning happily against his wife in a relaxed posture. ¡°Do be careful dear, best take the smallest peek possible,¡± Edna added. Ichiro was dumbfounded. The loss of his sight had resulted in a Skill that he had only just begun to understand, even after months of practicing. It had allowed him to detect infiltrators throughout the coalition¡¯s forces and when he entered into a full battle trance it gave him such an elevated understanding of the time and space around him that he bordered on prescience. But this was completely new. The two before him were absent in the pattern unfolding around the newly changed destiny of the mountain. Something about their calm manner and the work they had been doing for his people for months meant that he longed to trust them, even though they now represented a complete unknown. ¡°Very well, if you will give me a moment,¡± he said, bowing. Whatever they were, Ichiro had always believed that a little respect went a long way. ¡°Oooh, I do like it when they are polite, George!¡± ¡°Hush woman, the boy needs to concentrate.¡± Allowing their exchange to fade to the background of his thoughts, he rose from his bow, slowly releasing the mental block he had carefully constructed all those months ago. Without it, he would probably still be lost in the Weave¡¯s intoxicating intricacies and it was the only thing that allowed him to function with any normalcy. The construct mainly acted as a sort of opaque, hazy window through which he limited his exposure to the reality underlying the plane to a bare 10 percent of the information he was capable of taking in. Locking in his breathing technique and the rigid support a lifetime of meditation provided for him, he slowly eased the block, allowing the intricacies of the Weave to come through in greater clarity. His iron Will dug in the heels of his soul, fighting against the almost irresistible urge to marvel at the many pathways playing out before him. Instead, he focused on the couple, seeing for the first time that his initial impression had been wrong. It wasn¡¯t that they were absent from the Weave. Instead, it seemed to behave strangely wherever it touched upon the couple¡¯s cosmic location in reality. Curiosity growing, he minutely relaxed the mental protection a little more, allowing in more information. Then he saw it. The Weave was turning in on itself, inverting into an entirely different metaphysical space wherever it touched them. It reminded Ichiro of hiding your stitch on the inside of a seam. Once he saw it, all control slipped from his grasp, for beyond that inversion was a whole universe of power. The roots of the destiny from the couple before him reached out and touched upon the entire plane, stretching far past Ichiro¡¯s comprehension. He would have prostrated himself before them, terrified of the advent of their power. But his whole body had locked up, rigid in an attempt to not be lost again in the terrible majesty of reality as it yawned open before him. ¡°There there, dear,¡± one of them said. Its words reverberated along the parts of the pattern between them, and somehow imparted to him the strength to pull back from the brink. ¡°Gahhh,¡± He gasped, like a man coming up from the depths. His body flinched along with the desperate breath and blood-filled tears ran in streams from his eyes. The strength fled from his knees, and he was about to collapse in relief when the old man was suddenly next to him, bearing him up in a firm but gentle grip, ¡°Sorry about that. It''s a trick some of us old-timers use to keep a lower profile¡­We would have spared you the trouble, but it is likely you will need to know the secret very soon.¡± ¡°What are you?¡± Ichiro asked in an awed whisper, screwing his eyes shut and wiping away as much of the mess on his face as possible. ¡°Names are a hard thing and most of the time, I think we prefer Edna and George. But we have other names, ones more suited to the responsibilities we bear¡­¡± The elderly female satyr whispered gently. ¡°But the most helpful answer to your question would probably be the names we were first given upon waking,¡± The man next to him said, his voice heavy with intent, ¡°I was, and still am, known as Endurance.¡± ¡°And there are those that would call me Strength,¡± Edna added, ¡°Though very few of them understand anything of the meaning of my name.¡± The revelation was so overwhelming that for the first time since his capture all those months ago by the Corrupted tree, Ichiro¡¯s control began to slip. Whatever else their presence represented, the fact that they had been here for so many of the trials that had struck his people and done nothing¡­ It was just too much. His carefully cultivated calm began to fray and words burst from his mouth as if spoken by someone else. Someone much angrier. ¡°But how? Why?... Shouldn¡¯t you be doing-¡± He could hardly believe the slip as it was happening and belatedly cut himself off before he voiced a full criticism of such powerful beings. ¡°-More?¡± George finished letting go of Ichiro as the strength returned to his legs and his mental block reasserted itself. B4 Chapter 10 Packed Peaks ¡°Ah, yes. Very sorry,¡± Ichiro immediately replied, offering the pair another set of bows. ¡°No, it¡¯s a fair question¡­ over which even our kind has found no accordance,¡± George said, waving away Ichiro¡¯s slip with a reassuring smile. His easy expression hung there for another long second before he continued, his smile fading into a shadow of itself as his words grew heavier. ¡°I am afraid neither Edna nor I have ever had the talent for reading the Weave like some of the others, so we see only hints of what is coming. But we knew enough to position ourselves where it mattered most, and an old friend filled in some of the gaps when she came through last.¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry, I still don¡¯t understand,¡± Ichiro responded, face drawn as thoughts raced through his mind, clouding his thinking. He had just felt power far beyond that of any of the forces he knew on the plane. Why were they here? What were their goals? If they wanted something, why not just make it happen by force? ¡°It¡¯s ok dear¡­ we have revealed something very difficult to you, but George and I have been watching you, and we think you have true potential.¡± Edna said, lifting her hand placatingly as she tried to explain, ¡°True power is much deeper than ¡®might makes right.¡¯ Every action has a cost and every choice we have ever made changed things exponentially. Some changes, we were able to foresee, but many others were completely unintended. ¡°No¡­¡± she breathed out, the many lines of her face deepening in something akin to exhaustion, ¡°It has been a very long time since we tried to force our surroundings to fit our desires. It was, and still is, a fruitless endeavor,¡± she finished, some heat entering her voice for the first time as she finished her explanation. ¡°Young man,¡± George interjected, giving Edna a significant look, ¡°I will tell you our great secret, one that very few will ever hear, and even fewer will take the time to grasp. There is no greater act of Endurance than to wait for an appointed time,¡± he said gravely. ¡°And there is no greater Strength than meekness.¡± Edna added with a long-suffering sigh, ¡°What the System has offered you is only the smallest sliver of the power that hides behind our names, and I am afraid you are going to need much more than a quick blade and strong arm to win the fight that is coming.¡± A deep bell chimed in some metaphysical space as they released their truths to him, reverberating through the Weave. The declarations they had shared revealed a depth of understanding that was so profound that it slammed into him, effortlessly moving through his defenses and leaving him feeling naked. They watched him struggle to internalize their words as a storm of pressing emotions continued to rage through him at the revelation of their natures. The part of him that had spent a lifetime investing in the meditation Skill as his mother had handed down to him, knew that he had just received a goldmine of insight. He could mine this moment for years, sharpening his Will and his understanding of the Weave all at once. But the other part of him, the much more visceral and immediate self, could not help but voice one final plea, ¡°Can you not do more for us? I have seen you with the children, you love them! And even with my limited abilities, I know that everything we have built here faces a terrible end,¡± Ichiro groaned out beseechingly, struggling through the weight of the truths they had just shared. ¡°We are bound by an ancient oath, and while some have forgotten their promises, we refuse to do so.¡± George answered, showing the smallest hint of anger at the question, ¡°No matter what it may look like, we aren''t God, boy. Our understanding is limited, and we too, have parts to play. It is for this very reason we came here to speak with you.¡± ¡°The battle is shifting, and your people must bring everything they have to this fight¡­ but you will not be forced to leave behind those you love, unprotected. It is in this way we will participate in the coming conflict. Throw all of your strength into the Contested Lands and trust that those you leave behind are safe as long as you do so. Nothing will touch this place while you fight. But if you lose¡­ ¡°Then not even we will be able to turn back the tide,¡± George finished solemnly. Ichiro took it all in, taking a long look at the gaping opening in the mountain that had once been their temple. The new hope of his people. ¡°Then, Origin has not left us?¡± George smiled, allowing some of the weight to fall from his features, ¡°Now that is the right question boy. You know what is against you¡­ Do not forget who is for you. I can not say I understand what will come, but in my long life, I have never found reason to give up hope that the beginning of all things will have a suitably glorious end.¡± ¡­ Tilly, Level 70 Son of Flame This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work. Hiro disappeared to the sound of a sudden, sweeping wind scoring the top of the mountain clean. Tilly belatedly dropped his outreached hand and covered his eyes until the wind died down. As the remaining bone dust settled, he did a slow scan of his surroundings. Hiro¡¯s appearance wasn¡¯t the only surprise to come from his acceptance of the new Facet¡¯s Patronage. The piles of dragon¡¯s bone had almost instantly decayed, blowing away with the increased wind. The Scorch enchantment, burned into the structure of the mountain itself, glowed brightly shifting through multiple hues as it struggled to integrate the greatly increased power source. At the center of the unnaturally flat space, the throne was completely gone, and in its place, an altar of unhewn stone had risen, upon which sat a small, heartbreakingly beautiful bloom. Blue and white flames danced around the flower, burning, but not consuming. This same scene had pulled him in each time he had visited the inner chamber of the temple, but now it had been changed. Where once, the bloom had shot up as a seedling on the altar''s surface, there was now a crystalline platform surviving as its base. The substance seemed to shift from solid to liquid to gas depending on how he turned his head. The change was subtle to the overall feel of the altar but as soon as he noticed it, he realized that the flames and bloom within them had doubled in size. He shook his head, remembering Hiro¡¯s last words, and reached into his jacket pulling out the continuously twisting seed, looking for a place to plant the Auction House opening, but as he surveyed the ground around him¡­ he got an unsettled feeling in his gut. From off to the side, Brokenridge¡¯s huge shoulders began to shift, and he took in a long weary breath, ¡°I can feel it¡­ My sire¡¯s mantle has passed to me.¡± The dragon¡¯s timbre displayed none of the triumph Tilly had expected. Instead, his words were marked by a new weight, imbued with a subtle but powerful element of introspection. Sounds of otherworldly screams echoed from another one of the Peaks, and Tilly could see distant aerial specks dotting the horizon as more came to claim a place of power in the Contested Lands. The ground around him had begun to bloom with fresh grace and budding wildflowers¡­ As badly as they needed it, this was not the place to plant the seed¡­ it was too close to the center of their power. Looking back over at the dragon, Tilly lifted up the seed in his direction, as the enemy''s cries grew closer. ¡°I have a way to bring the warriors from the Alliance here to defend this place. Do you have any idea where I should plant this?¡± ¡°No, despite what my sire believed, this is no longer the home of our people. It has been seized by the System for this contest. Any authority I had over this mountain was destroyed with that abomination of a throne¡­¡± The dragon answered, looking away from the battle taking place nearby and taking in the altar that had arisen where his sire had once ruled. The seed bent and twisted in Tilly¡¯s hand, and he felt the urgency of their situation building, ¡°Well, I¡¯m going to run and try and find a place to plant this. Don¡¯t get too caught up in the fighting without me,¡± he called, turning to take off down the side of the mountain to look for a location that felt right. ¡°-I will not be here when you return,¡± Brokenridge answered slowly. Tilly stopped in his tracks whipping around to face the dragon who was looking off into the distance, away from the coming forces of Corruption. ¡°You¡¯re running?!¡± Tilly burst out in surprise. He hadn¡¯t really thought about the dragon¡¯s role in the coming larger conflict¡­ but his running away had never even occurred to him. The dragon¡¯s head snapped back to focus on Tilly, his eyes regaining some of their lost ferocity, ¡°No, Two-legs! I am not running¡­ My sire forgot our purpose, but I remember. We were entrusted with these mountains and that jewel for a reason. I will see my people returned to their former glory,¡± he said resolutely, eyes straying off to the opposite horizon again. ¡°I can feel them now¡­ the last of my kin. We must not miss this chance to regain our honor.¡± It was then that Tilly¡¯s shocked gaze finally produced an identifier for the dragon. Brokenridge, Level ??? Draconic Sovereign [Champion of Origin¡¯s Breath] ¡°What the-¡± Tilly barely had time to mutter, before Brokenridge gathered himself in a crouch, shouting, ¡°Do not give up what I have won for you, human! Hold until I return, and we will smite Soulbane upon these mountains, just as our peoples did long ago!¡± With that, he exploded up into the air, shooting off into the distance at a level of acceleration that defied all reason. The wind of his explosive exit buffeted Tilly, filling the air with the last of the bone dust as he struggled to adjust to the pace of events. The inhuman screams were growing in number and sounded closer than ever. Tilly spit the dust from his mouth and turned, diving back into a sprint. He didn¡¯t have time to figure things out, he needed to get this seed in the ground, and his instincts were telling him that he would regret it if he didn¡¯t choose the right place. As he leaped over the edge of the mountain and started the steep climb down at a full run, a notification flashed before his eyes.
The Battle Continues! 2 Peaks claimed by the Dawning Coalition 1 Peak claimed by Corruption 3 Peaks unclaimed.
He looked up from his run, seeing a distant swarm of the flying creatures moving toward another Peak, leaving behind a thick cloud of them on the first. The sound of deep clanging was ringing out from the Peak nearest to the approaching enemy, its top swathed in an impenetrable darkness that continually swallowed more of the flying creatures. Occasionally bursts of blue fire would explode from some part of the domain, but the fire did nothing to disperse the thick darkness of Hiro¡¯s domain. They were holding, providing a significant distraction so that Tilly could establish a beachhead for their forces in the Contested Lands. Now he just needed to get it done. He ran downslope wildly, reaching out with all of his senses for something that would relieve the eerie wrongness that had settled in his stomach at the thought of burying the seed near the altar. ¡°Psst, hey kid!¡± Tilly, slid to a stop, having just run past one of the large openings he had found on his way up. Turning, he found the same Raptor Magnus guy, casually leaning against the wall of the tunnel leading deep into the center of the mountain. ¡°You¡¯re still here?¡± The reptilian¡¯s smile turned downward, ¡°What a rude question. And after I went through all that trouble to find you a place to put that seed.¡±
The Battle Continues! 2 Peaks claimed by the Dawning Coalition 2 Peaks claimed by Corruption 2 Peaks unclaimed.
Tilly¡¯s eyes widened as another notification flashed unbidden before his eyes. ¡°Not long until they head this way, huh?¡± The Magnus hissed smugly. B4 Chapter 11 Out of Time The sounds of distant conflict grew like an insistent buzzing in the back of Tilly¡¯s mind, ¡°Ugh. Fine, show me.¡± He growled, giving in and forcing himself to move past his suspicion. The First Magnus nodded, turning and moving deeper into the tunnel with a smooth, powerful gait. ¡°What are you getting out of this anyway?¡± Tilly called ahead, struggling to keep up with the reptilian, even though the robed figure only appeared to be walking. Every time Tilly picked up the pace, Rulak managed to stay a few steps ahead, all while not appearing to change anything in his movements. ¡°I couldn¡¯t live with myself if I allowed the opportunity to observe such a novel conflict pass me by,¡± He crowed back over his shoulder, ¡±Plus I can¡¯t wait to see what changes such primal forces will make on these lands. The research into proto-Epochian planar shifts is appallingly thin and I-¡± He suddenly drew to a halt, causing Tilly to almost crash into his back, ¡°Ah, here we are. The energies around this tear are quite lively¡­ what I wouldn¡¯t give to know its source.¡± The Magnus said, gesturing in the dark at something Tilly couldn¡¯t see against the wall. When Tilly said nothing in response, the First Magnus looked back, his slitted eyes glowing, and tsked as he realized the problem. But before he could remedy it, Tilly enflamed his hand, casting the deep dark of the passageway into a flickering blue and white light. ¡°Oh good, that will do.¡± The Magnus said absently as he turned back toward a deep gash in the otherwise perfectly smooth dragon glass walls. The damaged section of dragon glass swirled with energies that made Tilly nauseous to look at, ¡°What did this?¡± Tilly asked. ¡°I haven¡¯t the faintest idea. That''s the fun of it! Well¡­ go ahead, throw the seed in. Let''s see how the two energies react.¡± Tilly shot a look at the reptilian magic user, who was smiling eagerly, and even gave Tilly the ¡®go on¡± shooing motion. Rolling his eyes in response, Tilly slowly extended his hand holding the seed toward the wall and found that the internal feeling of wrongness had completely dissipated. Not that he felt good, he still felt nauseous, but the more he thought about it, the more he was reminded of his last visit to the Auction House. ¡°Perfect, right?¡± The Magnus said, still smiling. ¡°Here goes nothing,¡± Tilly shrugged, tossing the seed into the eerie tear in the solid wall. The little headache-inducing seed soared through the air, disappearing into the darkness of the wall without a sound. Tilly was about to lean closer to see what had happened to it, when Rulak cleared his throat loudly, ¡°Ahem, I wouldn¡¯t do that if I were you.¡± Tilly whipped his hand back, looking at the Magnus in confusion and finding the reptilian twenty yards away, observing with eager eyes. Before Tilly could fully process his change in position, a huge cracking sound reverberated from behind him, and he reacted instinctually, diving away from the wall as fast as possible. Rulak ignored him, watching whatever was occurring in fascination. Landing smoothly in a roll, he shot to his feet, covering the short distance between him and the Magnus. The moment he thought he was far enough away, he turned around, watching as the Dragon Glass around the narrow opening began to break and shatter, folding like stiff paper in increasingly complex patterns. Once again Tilly found himself forcing down the heaving urge to regurgitate, as the laws of geometry were brutally broken before his eyes. He took another couple of steps back, dodging flying bits of glass that were ejecting from the process. The wall continued to bend otherworldly shapes until it somehow took the shape of a large archway, leading into an atrium made of dragon glass. The familiar purplish glow of the Auction Houses¡¯ domain shone through, adding its hue to Tilly''s dancing light. The wince-inducing cacophony finally died down with a few last folds, plunging the scene into a brief silence before the screams of the flying Corrupted vanguard echoed down the passageway, much closer than they had been minutes before. ¡°Fascinating,¡± Rulak muttered, having produced a journal from somewhere to take copious notes. Then a whispering voice drifted through the newly made opening, ¡°I should have known when I saw you approach this simpleton that you would be getting your dull-clawed hands in this somehow.¡± Rulak glanced up from his notes, offering a sharp-toothed smile in return, ¡°Great minds think alike, you bundle of old laundry.¡± He shot back, before quickly returning to his notes. ¡°How did you find a way for the entrance to manifest so quickly? I barely had time to allocate the resources before the opening was formed.¡± The Auctioneer continued, gliding through the doorway without a care in the world. ¡°My working hypothesis is some sort of rift-born creature left enough of its will imprinted on the wall here to accelerate your unique linking process¡­ That was my theory anyway, it could have just as easily caused a planar paradox-¡± The screams reached a crescendo outside the mountain, and Tilly thought he heard some echoing into this particular passageway. ¡°Compare notes later! Auctioneer, I need you to make good on your promise,¡± he shouted. ¡°Yes, yes,¡± they said, waving down his concern with a many-layered sleeve, ¡°As soon as I sensed the opening, I began bringing them over. The first of your people will be arriving momentarily. But you might have to go up and keep this Peak from being claimed¡­ You are, after all, in a terribly vulnerable position right now.¡± ¡°Tsshht¡± Tilly snarled, turning on his heels to sprint back to the opening. ¡°- As I was saying¡­¡± This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience. He had only made it a dozen yards down the passageway before remembering that he still hadn¡¯t assigned his free stat points. He had experienced the increase in Dexterity on his way down the mountain, but any increase in his Endurance was getting difficult to quantify. Slowing to a jog, he quickly pulled up his stats, muttering through some math to ensure he kept enough cushion to protect his superlative title cheat at all costs. He shoved the stat points into their places, doing his best to add stats to the lower four, in a rushed free-for-all. After they locked in place, he did another anxious scan to make sure he hadn¡¯t screwed it up.
Stats: Constitution: 50 Endurance: 306 (336.6) Dexterity: 100 (110) Strength: 50 Wisdom: 50 Intelligence: 50
That done, he picked up his pace, sprinting to meet whatever waited for him up on the mountain¡­ But after only another couple of steps, he was blindsided by the blaring of trumpets and a burst of golden light exploding before him, revealing the most audacious notification he had yet seen. Congratulations! You have pushed one of your mortal stats into the Celestial Tier! You have earned the title [Immutable]. No attack below the fourth tier will do any damage to your mortal vessel, and only Celestial Tier attacks will be able to damage you without severe restrictions on output. ¡®Woah¡­¡¯ Tilly hadn¡¯t time to think before an urgent image from Kindle slammed into his thoughts. He saw the peaks from a high aerial view but the sight of them was almost completely blocked by tens of thousands of aerial combatants choking the skies. Even worse, rapidly approaching at the rear of the vanguard was a dark roiling cloud, so thick that it completely blotted out the landscape. As Kindle focused in on it, Tilly realized that it wasn¡¯t a vapor, or spell¡­ It was trillions of insects, basically forming another army. One that very few of the Alliance fighters were equipped to deal with. Corruption had responded to their opening gambit with its fastest movers, led by Beelzebub himself. ¡®Looks like I¡¯m going to need every bit of juice I can squeeze from that title,¡¯ he thought wearily to himself. Rocking forward on his feet and jumping back into a sprint for the third time. His soul was close to recovering, and his titles were refreshed. but their chances of establishing a defensible base, let alone winning the conflict were hanging by a thread. The time for holding back his trump cards was over. If he didn¡¯t go all out, right here at the beginning, the battle would probably be over before the Dawning Coalition even arrived. ¡®Thanks, Kindle. Do not engage until you get some heat stored away¡­ In fact, give me a few minutes, and I¡¯ll give you plenty to snack on,¡¯ he sent back. He figured the best way to solve the problem was to lean into some tried and true methods. If it ain¡¯t broke, don¡¯t fix it. He almost heard her triumphant cry of challenge from miles above ground as he turned the last corner in the passageway to find the entrance choked with Corrupted creatures. Their makeup was disturbingly diverse, but they all shared two characteristics. Every one of them had some kind of appendage geared toward flight and they were fully imbued with Corruption. Before either side could remark on the other''s presence, they were hit with another Contested Lands notification:
The Battle Continues! 2 Peaks claimed by the Dawning Coalition (Contested) 4 Peaks claimed by Corruption
Tilly growled at how quickly his coalition was losing ground. The whole point of this plan was to try and get here first and establish some sort of defensible position¡­ But that possibility was almost gone. A fresh anger welled up in him, as circumstances once again tried to rob him of even the chance of survival. It was always one thing after another, and no matter what he did, it seemed like the enemy was already there, gearing up for the next attack. Corruption¡¯s advance was relentless and part of Tilly wanted to just give up¡­ He stomped that whimpering voice into the ground with the steel-toed boot of his will. If Corruption wanted to keep getting its ass whooped, Tilly wasn¡¯t going to complain¡­ In fact, he would smile and ask for seconds. Closing the last twenty yards, Tilly enflamed his entire body with Wrath¡¯s Shroud and charged straight at them as they howled their challenge in return. Identifiers flashed before him as he ran directly into the blender of serrated blades, slavering mouths, and terrifying magic. Level 63 Imp Level 77 Hellfire Hound Level 98 Damned Fiend Level 103 Abhorrent Horror Level 67 Eternal Nightmare The names, and the creatures they attempted to describe flooded his vision, choking his path to the outside. Even the sight of them pushed against the edges of his mind, attempting to shove it into a frenzied box of panic. But none of that mattered, this wasn¡¯t his first battle and something like an aloof detachment settled over the deeper places of his mind, covered by rage so hot, it radiated from his body in flares of Mana-infused fire. The only important thing about this collection of filth was that they were in his way. Then he was amongst them, plowing into their frenzy-induced charge like a hot knife through butter. Claws raked against his armor, blades attempted to plunge through his torso, and even demonic spells struck him, reaching any exposed part of his body and soaking it in all the terrifying destructive forces of the Pits. All to accomplish absolutely nothing. Their attacks plashed against him like rain, bereft of the cosmic authority to enact any negative change on his mortal vessel. The same could not be said of his reprisal. His flames burned through his enemies hungrily. The purifying aspect of his Mana seemed to thrive against the twisted energies suffusing his opponents, each kiss of flame, or blow from his weapons did damage well beyond anything he would have ever thought possible. The heads of his hatchets sheared through armor and spell alike, leaving destructive embers wherever they went that burst into their own miniature explosions a few moments later, excitedly spreading through the choked passageway like a virus, jumping from one host to the next in a growing crescendo of ignition. His grim aloofness melted away before the incredible effect his powerset had on his foes. Screams pregnant with hunger quickly warped into howls of terror as the spreading fire ate through their advance faster than Tilly could run¡­. It was a massacre. Tilly¡¯s sprinting charge slowed to an awestruck jog, as the remainder of his enemies turned to flee. He dropped Wrath''s Shroud, having only used 3% of his Mana, and struggled forward through a slowly dawning realization. Everything he had endured, every trial and victory, had been preparing him for this confrontation. This was not just another battle. It was The Battle. And his powerset had been perfectly crafted to counter the forces arrayed against them. He had known he was sitting on some advantages, but they had always seemed so small when measured against the enemy''s endless numbers¡­ But now? Now he was going to show them that whatever passed for fire in the Pits was nothing compared to the force that raged within him, begging to be unleashed. He was Origin¡¯s Champion and the same heat that had kindled the first explosive moment of creation burned within him. White-hot and ready. B4 Chapter 12 Fury Tilly stepped out of the mouth of the passageway and was met by the sight of thousands of flying combatants choking the skies around each of the peaks. His immediate area had been more or less cleared by his explosive exit, but further up the mountain, the things were swarming. But they had not been able to claim the Peak yet, which was interesting. As he started running up the slope, he heard faint sounds of combat ringing out from the top of his mountain. His eyes narrowed, and he spun, seeing the other peak still swathed in Hiro¡¯s domain. ¡®It¡¯s not Hiro or Erash¡­¡¯ He thought to himself. They were still holding the other peak, dividing the enemy¡¯s attention so that the reinforcements that were supposedly coming had some chance to establish themselves on their chosen point of defense. But none of that would matter if they didn¡¯t keep ownership of this mountain. Tilly turned back and focused on his destination, moving with supernatural grace up the slope of the mountain. He doubted Erash or Hiro would give up their position lightly, but with Beelzebub on the way, he knew that it would be up to him to buy them the time they needed to establish any kind of defense. As he neared the top, he reignited his Shroud, drawing all kinds of enemy attention his way. Much of the force on this mountain had been focusing on whatever was keeping them from claiming its Peak, but as soon as his body lit up like a beacon, many of the creatures at the slope''s edge began to turn and howl. Something was fighting to protect the Dawning Coalition¡¯s claim on this mountain, and Tilly refused to let it fight alone. Howls of twisted glee met his charge, causing others to turn to see what their compatriots had seen. Like a gathering wave, they turned and crested over the side of the slope, crashing down toward him. Refusing to flinch, he met their charge dead on, focusing entirely on not getting swamped. Their ability to hurt him had been vastly reduced, much to the shock of his opponents, but their frenzied, endless attack was the real problem. While they couldn¡¯t really hurt him, he faced a serious risk of getting completely bogged down in the press of bodies, both living and dead. His Shroud helped a lot in this regard, constantly burning through his surroundings, but it wasn¡¯t enough. After a storm of ineffectual attacks and the collision of dozens of Corruption-infested bodies, his progress slowed to a crawl¡­ He needed to get to the top of that mountain, secure the peak, and then somehow get Beelzebub¡¯s attention before it was too late. Shouldering his way through the quickly charring corpses, he reached down to his waist, searching for options. All five of his alchemical items had been reformed, but what would be the optimal thing to use in this situation? Feyback was too niche, the health potion would not help, extra Mana would be nice but was too broad an answer, and Doom Ducky was probably overkill for this situation. Plus, it would seriously hamper any construction of their own defenses, which made it a less-than-ideal option, despite its obvious offensive advantages. Not that he needed help beating these things¡­ he just needed them out of his way. Taking a deep breath in, he popped the cork on the Siren¡¯s Tears, grabbed the vial in his fist and twisted to fling it backward with all of his strength. The frenzied screams cut off suddenly as every set of still-functioning eyes whipped past Tilly to the object that had just gone flying down the mountain. Just like that, they were gone, leaving behind dozens of their own dead as they screeched in lust, shooting after the disappearing vial, leaving Tilly¡¯s path mostly clear. Even with all of that, there was still a sizable force higher up the mountain, but none of them were looking his way. Kicking free a few clingy, charred corpses, he mentally bemoaned his inability to gain experience from anything below level 100 as he set back off at a run. Then again, without the [Savage Dominion] bonus to the experience he had gotten from the death of the dragon king, he wouldn¡¯t be practically invulnerable right now. So he shoved down that whining voice and got back to work. His Shroud flared around him, as if in agreement, and he closed the rest of the distance between him and the peak. Just before he arrived to assist whatever was defending the Peak, Kindle sent him another aerial update. Beelzebub¡¯s army of insects - or maybe that was just his body - was almost to the first peak, where Hiro and Erash were making their stand. The rest of the peaks were swarming with enemies, but they had been practically cleared, leaving only that same foreboding darkness. One that the Corrupted Power was heading straight for. He was out of time. Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. Bursting over the edge of the slope onto the unnaturally flat peak, Tilly immediately got to chopping, cutting through the nearest enemies before they could turn, and setting his edge of the mountain ablaze with burning bodies. As soon as the crowd thinned around him, turning in slow confusion, he released his hatchets in spinning throws directly toward the thickest crowd surrounding the altar. The weapons released small explosions on impact, causing fires to break out amid the enemy and temporarily pulling their attention away from the center, where Tilly finally spotted the altar. It was now guarded by four gore-covered statues made of animated dragon glass. A shock of recognition ran through him as he realized they were the same four statues that had guarded the outside of the temple back at the Alliance. But where those had been weathered stone, the workmanship detailing the bodies of these four warriors was crisp and fresh. Each of them wielded very real weapons with terrible skill, cleanly dispatching all who neared the altar. He barely had time to process how freaking cool that was before those nearest to him finally got their bearings and turned to fully charge, summoning their allies to do the same. All of his training and combat experience to this point was more or less thrown out the window as he was bum-rushed by half of the force crowding the mountaintop. Hundreds of would-be fatal blows landed on him, and he hunched his shoulders through the storm of attacks, judiciously applying hatchet swings where the press got thickest. The weight of their numbers alone should have been enough to shove him back off the side of the mountain, but his flames were voracious, eating through anything flesh that came close to his body, and he set his feet doggedly, pressing forward whenever possible. A grey dog-like creature exploded in gore before him, revealing a huge horned attacker swinging an immense hammer. The thing¡¯s swings radiated Strength, indiscriminately hitting friend and foe alike. The comically muscular demon teed up a huge swing, mowing through four or five of its fellow soldiers in the process. Tilly was so shocked at the thing¡¯s disregard that he misjudged the trajectory of the swing until it was too late, taking the blow on the right side of his chest. It launched him directly into the thick of many of the remaining attackers, shaving off a few percentage points of Health. Those he crashed into didn¡¯t fare nearly as well, the force of his impact breaking appendages and crushing bone as he mowed through their ranks. The whole thing was utter chaos¡­ something that favored Tilly heavily, given the current imbalance of power, and he rolled to his feet under more ineffectual blows, swinging his weapons around him as he cleared a little room. ¡°You!¡± The hammer wielder shouted, ¡°My master has a-¡± Whatever it had been about to say was cut off as the head of Tilly¡¯s hatchet buried itself in between the creature¡¯s horns. He didn¡¯t have time for monologues. The impact area exploded with a fount of flame, fed by some internal source provided by the thing¡¯s skull, and Tilly turned in a slow circle, finding the press of the enemy letting up. The remaining flyers retreated en masse. Tilly¡¯s gaze immediately shot toward Hiro and Erash¡¯s peak to find it completely obscured by Beelzebub¡¯s insect storm. The now still statues had immediately returned to a guard position at four points surrounding the altar, and it otherwise seemed unharmed¡­ He ran through his options and figured his best bet was another supercharged intelligence Flame¡¯s Expulsion. But how was he going to get the thing to come to him? Desperately, he tried shouting at the top of his voice, ¡°Hey, Beetlejuice! The real battle is over here!¡± The cloud of insects was bigger than several of the peaks combined, and while Tilly was pretty sure that something like that would have no problem hearing his challenge, he could spot any movement from the sky-blotting formation. His Mana was sitting at 30%, and even if it was full, he simply didn''t have an attack that could reach the couple of miles to the next peak with any sort of effectiveness. His heart sank into his stomach as he saw the cloud of insects compressing, shoving more of itself into the space on top of the mountain. The Battle Continues! 1 Peak claimed by the Dawning Coalition 5 Peaks claimed by Corruption Then a gale blew past Tilly, and he spun to find Hiro, kneeling over an unconscious Erash, both their bodies crawling with Beelzebub¡¯s servants. Without needing to be told, Tilly dived on top of the High Priestess, allowing his flames to incinerate all the minute creatures attempting to invade her body. On top of that, he breathed out a Flame¡¯s Renewal on her before standing up and facing Hiro, who stepped in and rotated his body through Tilly¡¯s flames like a rotisserie chicken. Once the Samurai had passed through the flame with every part of his body, Tilly allowed them to die down. ¡°You ok?¡± Tilly asked, eyeing the samurai who had gotten busy knocking loose charred bugs from his armor. ¡°Yes, my body is now almost as hostile to these creatures as yours.¡± He answered distractedly, shaking out some of the overlapping plates of his armor, trying to get rid of as many of the insects as possible. After a few more seconds, he looked up with a sigh. ¡°His creatures carry his fourth-tier immunity to abilities. Meaning they will be able to avoid or overwhelm most of our magical defenses in short order.¡± Hiro said, looking over at the distant peak as the enormous cloud started to shift and gesticulate. Erash stirred, shifting to her side and coughing up several clumps of the charred bugs. Taking advantage of the clear skies, Kindle flew down, landing on Tilly''s shoulder despite being almost as big as his torso. ¡°I have something to knock a good chunk of him out of the fight, but I don¡¯t have a way to deliver it,¡± Tilly added, carefully pulling Doom Ducky from his belt. ¡°Any chance you can do that teleport thing to take it over there?¡± Hiro shook his head. ¡°I cannot step foot outside of our lands or those being contested by our forces. That peak is outside my range unless we demonstrate a significant effort to take it first¡­¡± ¡°Squawk!¡± Kindle called into his ear painfully, adding a peck for good measure. ¡°No, girl, you are out of heat!¡± In reply, she ruffled her feathers indignantly. ¡°Those bugs form a sentient being, one of the enemy¡¯s commanders. Who knows what it''s capable of? I won''t throw you into the middle of it!¡± She flapped her wings in agitation, batting at his face numerous times before hopping off his shoulders. ¡°Don''t give me that! You just want to be next to this thing when it goes off!¡± Tilly shouted, his face growing red in frustration. ¡°She is right, you know¡­ You need a delivery method that can reach the center of his mass and survive the following explosion.¡± Erash grumbled, clearing her throat a few times as she got shakily to her feet. ¡°Gods, that was unpleasant¡­ Hiro is right. These things are extremely resistant to magical protections, making Beelzebub a perfect counter to most defenses. If we can, we need to take him out before we attempt to set up anything here.¡± All three sets of eyes looked past the now-crowded enemy Peaks toward the army in the distance, stretching from one horizon to the other. B4 Chapter 13 Special Delivery ¡°Any chance we can somehow get Beelzebub to come to us before the rest of Corruption¡¯s forces arrive?¡± ¡°No, I do not believe he will risk such a confrontation, especially when your build is so suited to counter his.¡± Tilly shot a look over to Hiro. ¡°You think they have that information?¡± ¡°At this point, it is almost certain. If you made even half the stops we planned for you, then your fighting style and witnessed Abilities would have made it back to our enemies. And a force this powerful is bound to have instantaneous communication capabilities.¡± ¡®Bonded¡­ give me my child and allow me this. I am best suited to this task. We need to show our capability, or they will overwhelm us in short order.¡¯ Kindle again insisted, visibly frustrated as she ruffled her feathers. ¡°Gah! Fine, but you are taking as much heat as I can give you in the next minute,¡± Tilly huffed out loud in her direction, setting Doom Ducky a few feet away to be examined by his two curious companions. He inflamed his hand, instinctively pushing more Mana into the ability than usual, increasing the drain on his core as he held out his arm to the phoenix. She fluttered over happily, landing on his forearm and dipping her beak into his flame as if drinking it. He felt the familiar pull on his Mana Pathways and watched his HUD as his Mana Well was emptied at a pace only made possible by their bond. The distant army flooded the horizon, filling it from end to end and a low rumble filled the air. Even forty or fifty miles away, the sound of their approach was already reaching the mountains. ¡°Jonathan Tillman! It is good to see you again¡­ in a manner of speaking!¡± A voice boomed from nearby, startling Tilly into jostling Kindle, who squawked and flapped free of her perch. Tilly¡¯s head spun looking for the source of the voice, before finding an origami bird flitting around the striking new altar, demanding the bird¡¯s attention. ¡°Quite a relief to see you here, big fellow! We feared the worst when you disappeared, but young master Ichiro assured us we would see you-¡± ¡°Shuji, report!¡± Hiro demanded. ¡°Ah, so sorry Lord! Our elites are coming through first, along with the various leaders of the Factions present in the coalition. After that, the rest of our forces will move through, the path through the Auction House was¡­ tedious.¡± ¡°Good, have the leadership assemble up here for a battle plan, send the elites throughout whatever tunnel network exists in this mountain, and make sure we know what we have under us. We need to know if there are any underground links to the other mountains¡­¡± Then, trailing off uncharacteristically, Hiro cocked his head in Tilly¡¯s direction. ¡°Where is Brokenridge? I know you were successful in your quest, yet he is not here.¡± Tilly sighed, ¡°Honestly, I¡¯m not sure; I think he will return, but when and with whom, I do not know.¡± Taking that at face value, Hiro continued, ¡°Pity. I had hoped to have him as aerial support¡­ but I suppose the enemy played that hand early, so hopefully, we will not face too much more pressure from the skies.¡± ¡°Your orders have been relayed, Lord,¡± boomed the tiny bird enthusiastically. ¡°Shuji, I can sense the crystal somewhere below. We need to get it online quickly and activate any system-granted bonus for our position. We also need to distribute the Kingdom upgrades as we planned.¡± ¡°Our people are already searching, and I am dispatching all my birds to add to their numbers. The coalition leadership will be there shortly.¡± Shuji responded before flitting off. ¡°It is time,¡± Erash broke in, picking up the brightly glowing misshapen glass duck and handing it respectfully to Kindle. Beelzebub had begun stirring on the peak, and his concentrated position was expanding as he sent out his insects, probably planning to surround the peaks, filling the skies with his body. ¡°We need to catch as much of him in one place as possible for this to be effective,¡± She added. Kindle beat her wings enthusiastically, clutching the glass container in her talons. A ripple of fire flowed from her beak down her back, blazing out through her feathers, and she trilled in excitement at the coming confrontation. ¡°Careful, girl! Don¡¯t set that thing off early.¡± Tilly cautioned, gesturing at the glass container clutched in her non-flaming talons. His warning elicited a spiteful glare from the bird as she began to rise into the air on easy wing beats. ¡®I am no hatchling. I know well the capabilities of my own child. You will see.¡¯ She sent back, almost sassily, and then with a powerful flap of her wings, she was off, shooting into the air at speeds that should have been physically impossible for a body her size. Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. Seeing her go, he scowled, squeezing the heads of his hatchets on his belt in irritation. He had had a perfectly good plan to explode in the midst of the enemy power and blow him to kingdom come, but the situation demanded they adjust¡­ And, if he was honest with himself, seeing the size of the coming army, with who knows how many Powers present and ready to do battle, he probably needed to save every title ability he could for the larger battle. He would just have to trust that she knew what she was doing, not that she had ever let him down in the past. ¡®Go get ''em,¡¯ he sent after her, something like pride blooming in his chest. In reply, he heard her release a piercing cry, tearing through the slow building rumble of the approaching army and the distant buzzing of her opponent. She did not fear the thing that had infested the far Peak, actually, all he could feel from their bond was a hungry eagerness to reclaim these skies as her own. She made quite a sight, burning brightly in the evening light, as she crossed the distance to Beelzebub¡¯s Peak. ¡°Do you think her attack will be enough to give you teleport access?¡± Tilly asked as an even crazier idea rose to the surface of his simmering mind. She might have had to face the Demon Prince alone, but he wouldn¡¯t abandon her to the outcome of the fight if he could help it. ¡°Most likely, I will know for sure shortly,¡± Hiro replied. ¡°I want you to take me there almost immediately after the blast. I think I will have moderate resistance to those flames, and I want to reclaim that peak for our coalition.¡± ¡°Jonathan¡­ if I take you there, I will not be able to get you back unless you get clear of those flames. I do not share your resistance.¡± ¡°I know, but no matter what happens, I need to be there in case she needs my help. Sure, it will be tough for me to get back¡­ but how hard do you think Corruption will have to work to reclaim that peak once I claim it again and leave behind a supposedly unquenchable fire? At the very least, it will buy us significant time.¡± Tilly answered with a smile. Hiro matched his smile with a look of sharp pleasure at the proposal, ¡°Precisely the kind of boldness we need¡­ Very well, stay by my sid,e and I will inform you the moment I can take us there.¡± Then his expression became more subdued as they both turned back toward Kindle, fully ablaze, tracing a line of fire through the sky in a direct line toward their enemy. The dispersion of Beelzebub¡¯s body slowed and then stopped as the entire entity seemed to shift and focus on the approaching phoenix. Tilly drew both of his weapons in irritation, hating having to watch from a distance as his bonded risked herself. A testing tendril of the dense formation whipped out suddenly, striking at Kindle before she could reach the main body. Even at this distance, Tilly could tell that despite being quickly consumed by the flames that were a core part of her nature, the press of millions of insects still functioned as an effective bludgeon, knocking her off course. Their bond vibrated with the strike, and he caught echoes of the pain that shot through her body at the impact. Tilly had to choke back a yell as he watched her right herself in the air and continue forward unsteadily, her flame flickering wildly. Bolstered by his success, several more tendrils shot off from Beelzebub¡¯s main body, whipping toward Kindle with a speed far beyond what insects should have been capable of. Just before the multidirectional attack struck her, Tilly felt a fierce surge of satisfaction resonate through the bond¡­ She had been baiting him! The flames pouring from her form shifted from bright blue to almost full white in an instant, and she shot forward in a burst of supernova-like heat. The tendrils collapsing in on her old position were blown back as the phoenix blasted into the almost solid formation of Beelzebub¡¯s condensed form. His buzzing rose several octaves in outrage and surprise, as most of his outer shell split off into hundreds of tendrils, curling in on himself and drilling into his center, attempting to root out the interloper burning a bright path through his body. Their bond became a riot of energy, pain, and determination. Tilly found himself holding his breath as her light disappeared completely, covered over by the army of insects crashing in on her position. He could faintly feel them attempting to brute force her fiery protections with the weight of numbers alone. He faintly heard the approach of running footsteps from the other side of the mountain, and Erash turned to meet the leadership, but his eyes were fixed on the distant Peak as he bent all of his attention toward his bond. Kindle had entered into a hostile storm of foes, choking the air around the peak until she was practically swimming through them. Undaunted, she released another screaming cry of battle and pushed deeper, dumping huge amounts of her reserves to continue burning a path forward, her progress slowing incrementally with every flap of her wings. Determination soon gave way to exhaustion as her stored heat was consumed at an alarming rate. The Demon Prince¡¯s body did not suffer from the weakness to her flame like many of the other servants of Corruption, their supernaturally resilient exoskeletons offering protection far beyond what they had faced so far. Yet she pushed on doggedly, determined to make it to the very center, and Tilly fought down the urge to encourage her through the bond¡­ But he dared not distract her, he could feel just how precariously she was balancing her heat output between defense and forward progress, all while fighting to keep the area immediately around the glass item in her hand unactivated. Then the complex shifting movement of Beelzebub¡¯s body took on an arcane glow. ¡°Damn, he is using them to cast an enchantment of some kind,¡± Hiro muttered darkly next to him. Tilly felt a cold pressure begin to push in on Kindle''s already diminishing flames. Insects started to make it through her defenses, biting, tearing, and clawing at anything they could before her flickering flames consumed them. She pushed on with everything she had, yet the added arcane pressure slowed her down to a crawl. ¡®Just let it go, Girl!¡¯ He shouted internally, fighting to keep the thought from running along the bond. Another agonizing second passed before he felt her wearily recognize the shape of a stone formation ahead¡­ she had made it. Then, with a feeling of profound relief, she released her technique, coughing up the last of her heat into the item clutched protectively in her talons. Insects stormed through her now-absent defenses, and whatever enchantment Beelzebub had been casting flooded her body with a gnawing emptiness¡­ Their bond suddenly went quiet, and Tilly gasped in a panicked breath, fighting for air as he reached frantically for any sign that she was still alive. A thunderous clap shot through the peaks, causing a huge shudder to run through the giant formation of insects as it crashed into the small crowd of observers on the peaks. ¡°Hiro!¡± Tilly shouted over the sound of roaring as an explosion of fire followed the sound, blasting apart the formation. ¡°Hold on!¡± He shouted back, grabbing Tilly¡¯s shoulder. All of his senses were caught up in a whirlwind of gale-force winds as his position in space and time shifted. An eyeblink later, he found himself hundreds of feet above the blast, beginning to fall into the intense heat blooming on the Peak below. ¡°Call when you are ready!¡± Hiro growled over the sound of hot, rushing wind. Then he pushed away from Tilly¡¯s body and was gone in another gust of wind. Tilly¡¯s attention quickly shifted downward as the now fiery peak approached at increasing speeds. His armor responded to the environmental strain, shifting to its Sun Salamander form and significantly reducing the heat pressing in on his body. His resistance should be enough to reduce the damage to manageable levels, especially considering that at least a portion of this fire had its origins from a friendly source. Not that he paid any of that much attention as he fell like a meteor toward the mountaintop surrounded by the charred remains of millions of bugs¡­ No, his attention was entirely bent on his silent bond, and the tiny flicker of life he could sense directly below him. ¡®You aren¡¯t leaving me this time girl¡­¡¯ B4 Chapter 14 Parting Gift Tilly crashed into the ground a few feet away from the epicenter of Doom Ducky¡¯s blast amidst white-hot flames and glowing dragon glass. He rolled down the steep slope for a while before finally gaining control of his momentum and popping back to his feet, no worse for the fall. Falling on his face from a height of a few hundred feet still took some getting used to¡­but he doggedly rolled with the motion, pivoting and running back toward where he had last sensed Kindle. The flames licked hungrily at his sprinting form but found no purchase on his resistant armor and god-like tough skin. He wasn¡¯t too surprised to see that apart from the flames covering the top half of the peak, the blast hadn¡¯t actually damaged the super resilient structure, as it too seemed to be entirely made of dragon glass. The perpetual flames were more than enough of a difficulty on their own. His gear was already getting hot, and he was thankful he had taken a huge breath in before the fall, anticipating the hostile environment. Even with his super tough body, he doubted breathing in post-ignition gases would be fun. Better to be safe than sorry. ¡®Kindle! Can you hear me?¡¯ he sent, running up to where he had sensed her just before landing. She was lying in a broken heap, surrounded by the ashes of her opponent, missing feathers and even skin over much of her body. The sight sent a lance of panic through Tilly, and he fell to his knees before her, ignoring the fire blazing all around them. She did not stir at his presence, and their bond remained inactive as he fought down a hiccuping sob. It was difficult to make sense of what he was seeing; her avian bone structure and musculature had been ravaged beyond recognition by the fight to Beelzebub''s center, and he just didn¡¯t have any way of knowing how bad the damage really was. He didn¡¯t even know if she needed to breathe regularly or not. He had never thought to pay attention and now her terrifying stillness ate away at him. He swallowed down his rising worry, hand fluttering over her broken body, wondering if there was anything else he could do. She was already surrounded by a ton of fire and¡­ Then he saw it, and hope surged in his chest. The flames directly touching her body were slowly shrinking. ¡®She is still taking in heat!¡¯ Hoping to somehow help, he sent whatever Mana he had managed to regain over the last few minutes shooting through his hand. A gout of flame, only slightly different in color from the fire already surrounding her, bathed her injured form as he gently laid his hand on her broken body. Their bond allowed him to pass on much more heat to her than her passive absorption, and he pushed everything he had into her. ¡®There you go girl¡­ it will be alright.¡¯ He sent, gently stroking the tips of her few remaining feathers. Before his eyes, parts of her broken body began to ignite and slowly shift back into place. ¡®Don¡¯t worry, you are doing just fine¡­¡¯ he continued watching as she healed achingly slowly. Then their bond suddenly thrummed to life and a sleepy voice answered his mental assurances, ¡®Hush, bonded. I am trying to sleep.¡¯ She sent back tiredly. ¡®Kindle, you did incredible! I can¡¯t believe you killed a Corrupted power!¡¯ He gushed despite her request. ¡®-not dead¡­ No notification. Just badly damaged. Now let me sleep,¡¯ she answered with a slow opening of the eye facing in Tilly¡¯s direction before slowly blinking it back closed. ¡®I can¡¯t leave you here for long, no matter how much you like the environment¡­ but I can give you a few more minutes,¡¯ he thought, watching her continue to heal. Then he looked back up at the epicenter of the blast. There was still one last piece of the plan he had to accomplish before they could get out of there, away from the advancing armies. He got up slowly, almost reluctantly, scanning the area for any lingering enemies. But all he saw was a wild, burning landscape, constantly reinvigorated by some magical mechanism he did not understand. Kindle, of course, loved it, the environment was practically a buffet for her. But Tilly hoped it would be an excruciating pain for their enemy to traverse. Even he, with all his stacked elemental resistances and almost-matching Mana signature, was taking about a percentage point of damage every minute. Scanning the skies to make sure there was no budding reprisal from the rest of the Vanguard, he jogged back to the epicenter and reached out to the mountain with his fragile Will, Claimant Recognized¡­ Congratulations, you have met the requirements to claim this Peak. You may stake a claim as a new axis in the conflict or lay claim as a representative of the Dawning Coalition. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. Tilly silently elected to reclaim the peak for the Coalition, and a notification burst into being before his face, and probably every other creature''s face in the Contested Lands. The Battle Continues! 2 Peak claimed by the Dawning Coalition 4 Peaks claimed by Corruption Taking another look around at the peak, which now had more in common with the surface of the sun than any mountaintop, Tilly allowed himself a smile. From what he knew of their chances, the coming battle was almost guaranteed to end in their destruction¡­ but he wasn¡¯t going to make it easy for the bastards. He jogged back to Kindle¡¯s position and turned to look at the approaching army. They had covered almost a quarter of the distance since he had last taken a serious look, and he was shocked at the speed they were able to maintain. Then again, he doubted anything in that army was below level fifty. Tilly tried not to wallow in hopelessness as he saw the gathering of Corruption¡¯s armies still stretching miles back and disappearing behind the bend in the horizon. At this point in his Corruption fighting career, he had come to realize that the power it offered did more than just penalize one stat to boost another¡­ It slowly robbed you of your actual life force to feed its voracious growth. This was the reason every Corrupted opponent Tilly had faced had been far less resilient than they should have been for their level. So it''s not like the Dawning Coalition didn¡¯t stand a chance. Especially with the new arsenal of Dragon Glass-enchanted weapons and some of the strongest Light-aligned powers on the plane. In fact, Tilly would have given them a fighting chance even if they had faced twenty-to-one odds¡­ But what he saw crawling toward them, surging over the land like a tide of tarry blackness, was no army. It was the full population of something like thirty factions, with more forces arriving from every corner of the endless continent every day. The Horde had felt endless¡­ but Corruption¡¯s main force had numbers that rendered the actual total an insignificant variable. Tilly blew out a long sigh, shaking out some of the heat that was collecting uncomfortably in his sleeves as he scanned the other Peaks again. The other four were still covered in clouds of the flying demonic force that Tilly had been calling Corruption¡¯s Vanguard¡­ But that wasn¡¯t a very accurate summary. It would be more correct-to-scale to call the forces marching out from the Pits the Vanguard of Corruption¡¯s forces with over ten times that number estimated still to arrive. The unfairness of it all almost made Tilly want to push for a mad dash to conquer the other peaks before the main force arrived. Maybe they could cheat the system- Kindle stirred at his feet, interrupting his train of thought. The short break had done wonders for her and her body was almost fully reknit, with new feathers poking out of freshly healed skin and little embers starting to blaze merrily along her back. ¡®It would never be that simple. The system set us up for a big showdown, and I doubt capturing all the Peaks would stop that army from wiping us from existence,¡¯ he thought darkly to himself, squashing his dreams of a quick sprint to rig the contest. Whatever was coming, they were going to have to bleed to see it through. The flames around Kindle¡¯s area had almost been completely extinguished, and Tilly bent down to gently scoop her up, not wanting to leave any sort of easy foothold for the enemy. They needed to bleed for every inch if the coalition wanted a chance at victory, however slim that chance looked. ¡®Nap time is over, girl, we have to go.¡¯ Tilly sent in a mental whisper as the phoenix stirred again in his arms. He set off at a quick but not urgent pace, letting Kindle continue to absorb what she could while in the favorable environment. His eyes again found the approaching enemy, pouring over the distance between them, drawing closer with every step he took. They had covered enough distance that now, instead of a dark impression of an amorphous mass, Tilly was able to make out wide variants in the approaching force¡¯s sizes and shapes. Colossal monsters painted in vague brush strokes by immense distance came into a slow, terrible clarity. They towered over thousands of other combatants, who were still too small to make out in any detail. Tilly didn¡¯t have any Abilities that could help him with the specifics at this distance, but even he could see that some of the things moving his way were hundreds of feet tall. His pace started to quicken, reordering his priorities at the sight of their approach speed. Running downslope, he took a path that curved him around the face of the mountain until he got a better view of the central Peak, the coalition''s chosen point of defense. It was taller than the other mountains by a third, and he could see more and more activity along its slopes as his people finally began to arrive. ¡°Origin, you better have a plan, cause we are shit out of luck.¡± he grunted out, using up the last of his remaining breath to utter the plea. Then just as he was nearing the edge of the blast radius, a faint reverberation rolled through the mountains, followed by another several seconds later. Tilly¡¯s eyes shot back to the horizon, briefly encouraged to see an actual end to the blackness blotting out the entire land west of the mountains. At least Corruption¡¯s main force only filled a few hundred squared miles¡­ Another reverberation hit, and then another, as something that Tilly initially thought was a giant mobile fortress peaked up over the horizon, gaining height with every terrible impact. The land itself seemed to groan under the steps as a figure emerged at the rear of the armies, dwarfing even the largest of its monsters by an order of magnitude. It marched with long deliberate steps eating up the distance at an incredible rate. Yet it did not gain on the army, holding back its pace at the rear of their forces, driving them on with the threat of death by colossal footprint. Magog Level ??? Demonic Prince That name and the unbelievably large figure it represented were staggering on a level Tilly had difficulty processing¡­ He could only assume that it would be up to him or one of the coalition¡¯s Powers to take something like that on¡­ but even if any of them succeeded, it would mean that much less firepower to hold back the millions left in Corruption¡¯s forces. Shoving down the rising anxiety, Tilly finished his flight out of the blast radius, having only lost about 12% percent of his Health in the whole endeavor, and called for Hiro. ¡°I don''t know how this works, but Hiro! I am good to go!¡± He shouted into the open air, trying not to let his eyes stray to the approaching figure that was almost as big as the mountains he was coming to conquer. Despite not being nearly as early as they had hoped, he had done his best¡­ All he could do now was hope. Hope that there was much more to this story than what was apparent¡­ because right now, everything looked like absolute shit. A second later, Hiro was next to him, grabbing his shoulder and pulling through a tumult of furious winds to land in a dark glowing chamber at the center of the mountain. B4 Chapter 15 Preparing for Battle The first thing that struck Tilly as he struggled to regain his bearings in the unfamiliar chamber was the column of dragon glass shooting through the middle of the large, too smooth, cavern. The substance''s normal opacity was shot through with a multitude of glowing colors. At its base, Tilly was shocked to find the Alliance¡¯s Sovereign Crystal. Tilly didn¡¯t know exactly how he recognized it; the thing had tripled in size and shone brightly with all kinds of colors instead of the reassuring blue and green hue it had held in the temple. But as he took in the many colored lights practically bursting with power at its center, something about it just felt like home. ¡°It is impressive how often your people continue to produce novel wonders¡­¡± a distinguished but tired voice uttered nearby. Its pronouncement pulled Tilly¡¯s eyes away from the central structure to the other occupants in the chamber. To his immediate left was Stephen Brightborn, resplendent in his platemail. His salt and pepper hair and grave visage somehow added to the weight of his presence, and Tilly had to fight the sudden urge to bow to the leader of the Lady Light¡¯s Faction. Tilly recognized Hiro, Shuji, and one of the two Honu elders, but the rest of the room¡¯s occupants were completely new to him. Well, that wasn¡¯t completely true, he vaguely recognized the huge Orc Faction leader looming over the others with an out-of-place smile, cramped with yellowed tusks. The rest of the group was rounded out by a tall leonid humanoid with armor that vaguely resembled Stephen¡¯s, and something that looked like a shrub with a set of bark armor and a gnarled staff. ¡°I don¡¯t mean to sound ungrateful here¡­ but this isn¡¯t it¡­ is it?¡± Tilly blurted out, still clutching his recovering bonded in his arms, and struggling not to feel deflated at the coalition''s big reveal. ¡°BWAHAHA!¡± Boomed the orc, ¡°You said he would make a way for us, and he delivered, if a little slow! But you didn¡¯t say how funny he would be!¡± ¡°Excuse me, Jonathan Tillman, but introductions will have to wait. If we delay any longer I am afraid it might be too late.¡± Shuji interrupted on the tail of the orc¡¯s outburst. The others nodded, and Tilly turned back to the Crystal, a small but tenacious hope pushing back the tide of despair. They needed something big here¡­ Shuji moved closer to the crystal and lifted his hands, flicking his fingers rapidly as if sorting through several pages of information, ¡°As discussed, we are now able to accept your forces as conscripts into our Standing Army. This will link them to the crystal, and allow us to share in any bonuses you provide your people-¡± ¡°The Defiant Fist will maintain its status as a mercenary force,¡± the orc interjected bullishly. ¡°Yes, yes. We understand your position, honored chief, but would the rest of you please accept the invitation before we move on to the rewards and boons?¡± Shuji continued, seeming to flick something in their direction. Along with his motion, a notification popped up in front of Tilly, You have been invited to join the Three-Fold Alliance¡¯s Standing army as a Kingdom Champion. This will result in an experience penalty for all kills achieved during the duration of your commission but will allow you to share in unit and army Buffs during combat. Do you accept? YES / NO Tilly elected yes, wondering briefly where he would stand in the order of things as a Kingdom Champion. The others across the room gestured or muttered under their breath, and Tilly assumed they were all accepting a similar notification with different positions. ¡°Good, good. There doesn¡¯t seem to be a problem with any of the others accepting despite already being busy setting up our defenses.¡± Shuji continued, moving through whatever interface the Crystal was showing him before a bird flitted in carrying Erash¡¯s voice. ¡°Shuji, as soon as I accepted the notification, I received a personal quest from the altar to consecrate the mountain. I am not sure exactly what the consequences of such an act will be, but it will require all of those previously chosen to serve Origin to participate. From my initial understanding of the ritual, it will not take effect until well into the night.¡± She said in a steady but distracted voice, ¡°And my scry has Corruption¡¯s main force arriving in less than half a stick of time¡­¡± ¡°Do it,¡± Stephen answered before anyone else could. Then looking around apologetically, he added, ¡°Apologies, I am not accustomed to the order of things, but every record we have of a deity quest on the eve of battle has factored majorly into the conflict. The cost does not matter.¡± He explained. ¡°Agreed. Begin as soon as possible.¡± Hiro answered, turning back to Shuji and nodding. ¡°Yes, well, we had hoped for something similar to the reward from the second Patronage and Faction upgrade, and while there are some unexpected portions to what we have here, I think our plan will still work.¡± Shuji continued, flicking his hands again and sending them another set of notifications. If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it. Welcome, Claimants to the Contested Lands¡­ Calculating Starting Rewards. You are the fourth claimant to arrive: You or any forces you represent have gained the right to claim one or all of the Council Peaks. Your force was the first to destroy a rival power: +50% to all first-strike attack damage during this conflict. Your forces defeated the dragon king: Sovereign Crystal interface made available. Your forces claimed the Dragon Peak: Defence Augment Input made available. Your force was the first to claim multiple peaks: 30% bonus to attack damage when contesting another Peak. Your force is the first to reclaim a lost peak: ¡°Final Stand¡± boon achieved. Your force is the first to establish full Faction rights on a peak: Integration of Faction Interface with current Peak Authority access. Your force has established the patronage of a Deific Level force on a peak: Integration of deific places or objects of power made available. Tilly had just finished reading all of the notifications when the armored Leonid spoke up in a voice that was half growl, half chuff, ¡°Do we have more on the Defense Augment Input? Anything there that will help us speed up our initial build.¡± ¡°Yes, very much our chief concern at the moment,¡± Shuji answered distractedly, eyes rapidly scanning information only he could see. Another origami bird zipped into the chamber, this time speaking in a thick Australian accent, ¡°Mate, me mob''s cleared the tunnel systems through this mountain and are scouting to the other peaks. My first crack at it is that they''re all interconnected, which is a real advantage for us gettin'' here first. The Dune Ranger lot are dead set at traps, and me gut tells me to turn these tunnels into a bloody killing ground before the enemy shows up.¡± Hiro nodded along with the report, ¡°Proceed, but pull back at first contact. We will be raising our defense soon, and I don¡¯t want to lose anyone before we know the full lay of the land.¡± By chance, Tilly had been turning back to the crystal when Hiro had answered, and he saw both of the armored individuals from the church share a brief look at Hiro¡¯s words. ¡°Copy that. We''ll ping you an update if anything shifts.¡± ¡°Ah, here it is!¡± Shuji spoke up, selecting something on his screen and causing the whole chamber to glow as the scorch burned into the chamber all around them began to whirl and shift its enchantment patterns, Eventually forming a large circle off to the side, whose center was completely empty of the draconic magic. The whole thing practically shouted, ¡°Put something here¡± to Tilly¡¯s senses. ¡°Fascinating,¡± Shuji said, scanning over the explanation, ¡°this design seems to pull from the draconic practice of forming a Soul Chamber and slowly absorbing the strength of anything stored in its-¡± ¡°Shuji-¡± Hiro interrupted the Librarian¡¯s fascinated discourse, ¡°Summarize, please.¡± As if to underscore Hiro¡¯s point, the whole mountain shook, as if under a sudden impact. Tilly¡¯s body tensed, and he immediately scanned the exits of the chamber, readying himself to go fight. But another origami bird zipped in, ¡°Nothing to worry about¡­ yet,¡± said a wizened voice, stretched thin with effort, ¡°The groups occupying the nearby Peaks have begun barraging us with long-range magic, nothing that I and the rest of our magical division cannot handle. I believe their goal is to undermine our initial efforts at setting up defenses.¡± ¡°Thank you, Merllyn, Keep us updated,¡± Hiro answered, turning back to Shuji expectantly. ¡°In summary; anything we place in that area there,¡± he answered loudly, gesturing to the very conspicuous glowing circle near the base of the column, ¡°Will augment our Defence efforts. The speed and effect of the augmentations will be determined by the quality of the items¡­ and each item will be consumed by the process.¡± He finished in a shout over the sounds of impact, while still rapidly reading over the screens in front of him, processing information at an incredible speed. ¡°How much longer until the rest of our forces and materials arrive?¡± Hiro asked, turning to the Honu elder. ¡°It will be¡­two sticks¡­ until everyone is¡­through¡­ But materials¡­ have arrived.¡± ¡°Shuji-¡± Hiro asked, turning. The Librarian was already whispering to one of his birds, and it shot off the moment he was through, ¡°I have sent instructions for our highest-tiered items to be brought here.¡± Hiro then turned to address the rest of them, ¡°You are all here because you thought you would have something to offer in the initial setup of our defenses; now is the time to speak up.¡± In response, the orc snorted and turned to leave, ¡°I needed to get a feel for what kind of battle we would be fighting and what sorts of bonuses we would have access to¡­ Now I go to prepare my people. Do not count on us for defense, but know that when the enemy commits to a significant attack, we will counter with a fury this plane has not seen in millennia. My great ancestor will smile on us in this.¡± He finished, walking out one of the exits. ¡°Not much of a team player¡­¡± Tilly grumbled as he left. ¡°The Fist is ever its own. It is probably for that reason alone that they have come to fight with us¡­ well, that and the absurd amount of platinum we paid for their services.¡± The Leonid spoke, watching the orc go before turning to Hiro, ¡°Our forces stand ready. We will man the lines with your people side by side, and our builders are already working with yours. As for our additional offerings¡­ we will commit some of our Faction¡¯s greatest treasures, and as agreed, I will oversee the northern-facing defenses.¡± He added, bowing to Stephen Brightborn and then to the rest of the group before following the Orc out of the chamber. ¡°And you?¡± Hiro asked, almost hesitantly, to the only other Champion in the room. Throughout the meeting, the man''s face had not shifted much, but at that question, the corners of his mouth turned down, sorrow weighing down his noble features, ¡°I fear I am the last leader of my Order, doomed to oversee the downfall of our storied institution¡­ But I do not do so without hope, and for that, I am truly grateful.¡± He answered solemnly before turning to give Tilly a bow. At a loss for words, Tilly simply bowed back, not trusting himself to speak anything appropriate at what seemed to be such a grave moment, especially to another champion. Then, straightening, he said, ¡°I had a long talk with Father Mateus a few days ago¡­ and found it quite illuminating. It has always been my experience that hope, in whatever form it may take, is one of the Light¡¯s most dangerous weapons.¡± He added with an inscrutable expression. Then he turned and walked over to the circle, pulling items out of a pouch at his belt, whose insides glowed brightly as soon as the drawstring was pulled loose. He gently pulled forth item after item and laid them within the circle, each one flashing powerfully into Tilly¡¯s awareness, shining like a beacon to Tilly¡¯s Identify skill Tears of the Lady Celestial Ten-thousand year Incense of Tranquility Legendary St. Catherine''s Harmonious Bell Legendary Holy Hand Grenade of St. Barbara Epic The pouch continued to issue out items, well beyond what should have reasonably fit and Tilly¡¯s skill didn¡¯t give him any more than simple names and grades before each item began to fade. As they disappeared entirely, vibrant energies suffused the surrounding scorch, shooting through the chamber and into the Crystal itself. ¡°With that, I take my leave.¡± The champion said sadly, taking a long last look as the church''s treasures he had committed to the fight finished fading away. As he straightened, Tilly was struck by the thought that he looked like one of those stained glass figures Tilly had seen in the windows of older churches back on earth. ¡°I go to prepare for my part in all of this,¡± He finished, face hardening in determination. ¡°If we are to have an end, it will be one that shakes the Epochs to come¡­¡± He announced, as much to himself as the others in the chamber, before turning to the exit himself and leaving at a walk that carried him almost faster than Tilly could track. B4 Chapter 16 Battle Plan That left Shuji, Hiro, and the shrub guy alone with Tilly in the Sovereign Crystal chamber. ¡°I guess it''s a little late for introductions, but my name¡¯s Tilly, nice to meet you.¡± He said turning to the humanoid plant. ¡°Well met cousin,¡± the humanoid plant nodded back, its voice both clear and oddly absent at the same time. Instead of introducing himself, the figure turned slowly, with a rustling of his leaves, to consider the circle for a long moment. That was the second time Tilly had heard the familiar form of address used by something so obviously aligned with nature and in a flash of realization he pulled up his title descriptor list and found the one he believed to be the culprit, [Verdant Rebirth]: Power from one of the Land¡¯s key nexus points was used to restart your non functioning heart and regrow essential bodily functions damaged in your cleansing. This has fundamentally marked you. You are now a part of the Land¡¯s deeper tapestry and will be recognized as such by its fellow denizens. It was another one of those titles that had offered him no obvious bonuses, and yet, was still leaving its mark on his journey. ¡°Grovewarden, what news of the others, will they rally to us?¡± Hiro asked respectfully, as the personified plant approached the glowing circle of scorch. ¡°They¡­ will come, when the call is made. We will not bow before the blight. Wrath and ruin are all that await us if you fail here,¡± he said distractedly, poking at mana empowering the circle. Each time the tip of his staff touched some of the glowing markings, they sparked green and red, and he nodded to himself, seeming to come to some conclusion. ¡°What do you mean, ¡®the call¡¯?¡± Tilly asked, trying to keep his voice calm as the mountain shook again. Whoever this guy represented, they could really use the help. At that the Grovewarden turned, cocking his head in confusion, ¡°We follow no law but our own. It is the ancient way of things. There is one among you who knows the words¡­ Until then, we of the Land offer you this gift.¡± Then before their eyes, the plant-like appendages forming the creature¡¯s body began to age. They shifted from a verdant green to a bright yellow, then brown as they curled in on themselves, dying before their eyes. Tilly¡¯s bottom jaw fell open as the figure weathered into a petrified statue of dead wood and fallen brown leaves, ¡°Um¡­¡± He said, turning toward the others in confusion, only to see a look of awe coloring Shuji¡¯s face. Whipping his head back, Tilly was just in time to see a radiant seed emerge from the center of the now-dead creature and float to land in the center of the circle, exploding in golden radiance as it gave its substance to the enchantment. The light was practically bursting with the feeling of life and growth, and even its touch upon Tilly''s face left him feeling invigorated. Heartseed of the Grove Celestial ¡°Who was that?¡± He muttered in shock at the sudden sacrifice. ¡°That was one of the three elders of the Ancient Grove Faction. Many consider him to be one of the oldest powers on the plane.¡± Shuji whispered back, watching as the golden energy radiated through the enchantment, filtering to the column and the Sovereign Crystal at its base. The loping sound of hoofs echoed out of one of the large tunnels leading into the mountain''s central chamber, and Tilly looked up to find Mochizuki appearing with a squad of Bastions. The group approached at a jog pushing a cart laden with treasures, several of which he recognized from their day at the auction. Golimic Cornerstone Epic Seven Sages Bamboo Shoot Legendary Svadilfari¡¯s Mortar Recipe Celestial Tilly didn¡¯t quite have time to identify them all before the cart was wheeled up to the circle and Shuji nodded to the men, who dumped it all in. ¡°How long have you guys been planning for this¡­ How did you even know we would have this option?¡± Tilly asked in confusion, trying to get a grip on events as they developed rapidly all around him. ¡°Know?¡± Shuji said, turning toward Tilly in confusion. ¡°We did not foresee this opportunity exactly,¡± Mochizuki clarified. ¡°Our priority was to collect anything that would boost our capability as an army in the field and special consideration was given to augmenting our current limited capacity to set up impromptu defenses against a far superior enemy,¡± Hiro added, stepping up next to Tilly and watching as the treasures were absorbed into the scorch enchantment. ¡°You can be sure there are surprises waiting for us from our enemy and the peaks they have claimed, but we will not be without our own plans¡­ eh?¡± He finished, turning toward Tilly with a stony twinkle in his eye. ¡°You guys are like savants when it comes to impossible situations.¡± Tilly marveled at the lapin trio. These three had orchestrated so many schemes, it was mind boggling. ¡°Our old Patroness, the goddess of the moon, always valued change. It is in her memory we endeavor to stay flexible.¡± Mochizuki said with a small nod to acknowledge Tilly¡¯s compliment. ¡°And it seems that any preparations we make with growth in mind seem to be put to use sooner rather than later with the support of our new Patron. So, all in all, there is much we did not anticipate, but it did not take an Oracle to see a battle like this on the horizon.¡± Shuji laughed before turning toward the Bastions. Stolen novel; please report. ¡°Instructions have been sent to the building team to begin construction on the outer defenses. With these augmentations, I am sure they have received many boons, but we need every defense specialist we have on the line covering them until the first layer is finished.¡± He instructed. The men nodded to him and turned to rush back out the tunnel just as another bird slipped in, ¡°If the human champion has returned, I believe there is a celestial tier quest waiting for him at the altar¡­I believe it should be activated sooner rather than later.¡± Merllyn¡¯s stretched voice echoed through the chamber. Hiro looked questioningly at Shuji, and the Librarian answered the unasked question. ¡°I will continue to run things from here, my recent levels have all gone to my sendings, so they should be able to find any of our people I have marked and deliver the message.¡± Then he returned to his screens, reading off rapid reports to different origami birds under his breath. ¡°And I will requisition some of the other, less direct combat-oriented elites to keep watch on this chamber and the approaching tunnels,¡± Mochizuki added before turning from Hiro to the Librarian, ¡°Shuji?¡± Mochizuki asked, ¡°Oh dear, of course,¡± he responded with a wince before distractedly flinging open the sleeves of his robe and releasing several fluttering birds, which Mochizuki snatched from the air one at a time, before moving off to the side and beginning to distribute messages as well. Hiro nodded at the actions of the pair, ¡°Good, I have a decent sense of the mountain and its inhabitants, but that does not mean I can not be distracted. For now, I will continue as Quick Reaction Force Commander and relay any further military operations through Linus,¡± he concluded to a distracted nod from Shuji before reaching out to lay his hand on Tilly¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Hold on,¡± Tilly sputtered, clutching Kindle¡¯s form close in his arms like some sort of lap dog, ¡°before we get caught up in whatever''s next, I need a minute to be brought up to speed,¡± he said, stepping back and raising a hand to forestall being swept up in whatever new wind Ability Hiro had gained from the Alliance¡¯s new Patronage. By now, he knew the drill. If he didn¡¯t get a feel for what was happening in the wider scope of things, he would be caught up in an endless series of emergencies, like a dog dragged down the street on a leash. No, he was here because he had chosen to be, and he wanted to understand as much of their situation as he could before diving into the thick of it. ¡°What is the actual plan for our defense, and how do I factor into it?¡± Hiro shared a quick look with Shuji, who looked up from his screens and frowned. Hiro turned to Tilly and let out a long breath, ¡°Jonathan Tillman, there is no master plan¡­ We are here to fight for our survival. Several powerful forces have aligned with us, but as you can see, they do not all follow orders. So, all we have is a loose strategy and hope that the miracles we have seen in these weeks were not the last of their kind¡­¡± He finished, gesturing for Shuji to continue. ¡°Yes, well, I am happy to share our current deployment- Coalition forces have been dispersed halfway down this Peak in a temporary defensive screen to cover the work of all the builders we could muster. The System is currently augmenting their current project speed by¡­¡± He paused to scan through his screens, ¡°three thousand two hundred percent. The mountain itself is providing the materials, and reports are already coming in that numerous beneficial properties are being imprinted into the structure as the Crystal processes its recent offerings.¡± ¡°The bulk of our forces will be manning this defense. Our faction¡¯s standing army now numbers about six thousand, with 500 of those considered elite. The church has mustered twenty thousand warriors, with two thousand at the elite level. Their force is a mix of the church¡¯s small army and any volunteers they could muster from failing Factions across the plane. Between us, we have 8 figures that could be considered Powers. Our wall defense is split into four commands: North, held by the Church and led by Belyius, the Church¡¯s military commander; West, where we anticipate first contact will be held mainly by our forces with Linus in overall command with Threstus anchoring the line. The South and East are held by a mixture the rest of our forces and anyone else across the plane we were able to gather to our banner in the last week. We have nested most of our non-Bastion Elites in these two defences. Ichiro will hold Southern command while the Eastern front will be led by Princess Charcuterie, a Power you have not met and probably the strongest of our late-to-join allies. Tilly raised his mental eyebrows at that last name, but with so much coming at him, he throttled his desire to interrupt Shuji¡¯s explanation with a quip. ¡°This is our defense as it stands.¡± Shuji continued, ¡°We must hold until the builders finish the outer wall. Then we will have to get our defenders within its bounds¡­somehow, all while the builders immediately begin work on the inner defenses. The second wall will be smaller, and five thousand paces above the first, from which our ranged units will monitor and cover the wall below. The Sanguine Order¡¯s Calvary will serve as a reactionary force to hopefully assist at any points where our defensive screen fails. We have also been able to field a mage core of two hundred and fifty casters, with five of them ranking amongst the Powers of the plane. Merllyn has been a great boon to us in this and currently leads our magic users. He is confident in his ability to neutralize most enemy magics on a large scale and was instrumental in setting up this plan. ¡°Finally, there are the Dune Rangers. We were surprised to receive their entire military arm only a day before your summons. They specialize in underground warfare and have been given command over the tunnel system, with Mochizuki serving as liaison.¡± Tilly flexed his tired mind, willing away the fog of overwhelm that attempted to roll in at Shuji¡¯s succinct report of the Dawning coalition¡¯s deployment. ¡°Ok, so the Defiant Fist, our mercenary force, is holding itself in reserve until¡­ it decides it¡¯s time for a counter-attack?¡± ¡°Precisely!¡± Shuji replied cheerfully. ¡°And our representative of the forces most closely aligned with the Land just sacrificed himself to give us a magical acorn?¡± ¡°Also correct! Although, I must stress that it seems that ¡®acorn¡¯ just made our structures able to be grown instead of built, something that might have just made this defence possible. A noble gift indeed.¡± ¡°But we don¡¯t know what he meant by ¡®the call¡¯?¡± ¡°Not a clue!¡± ¡°Hmmm, so there isn¡¯t really a plan to win¡­ we are just here to keep Corruption from taking everything without a fight.¡± ¡°That is incorrect, You are our plan, Jonathan Tillman.¡± Hiro interrupted his words, falling like hammer blows on Tilly¡¯s slumped shoulders. ¡°You and whatever final quest Origin offers us. If He has no answer for our enemy''s plans, then we were always doomed.¡± He added, allowing a rare, many-lined smile to show on his face as he grasped Tilly¡¯s shoulder in a strong, comforting grip. ¡°Ok¡­Save the world¡­ got it.¡± Tilly deadpanned, finding himself fighting down a smile of his own. He could feel every pound of that trust and responsibility pushing him downward, but instead of being crushed as he had so many times before, he found himself close to laughter and feeling inextricably light. Everything was just so¡­ hopeless. It was honestly ridiculous, and yet, somehow relieving. The fire surrounding his soul roared to new heights, and the shadowy, slimy fear of failure sloughed off him and burned away before his heart¡¯s billowing flames. There was no chance they could win, and for some reason that Tilly couldn¡¯t put his finger on, that made the whole thing seem almost possible. B4 Chapter 17 Final Preparations Having taken half a minute to get up to speed with the current state of their defense effort, Tilly turned and nodded to Hiro, ready to be swept up to the Peak and the Quest waiting there. They needed to know what task Origin had set for them. Hopefully, it held the key to their survival, and perhaps even victory. That was a lot to hang their hopes on, but they were short on time and options, so it was time to roll the faith dice one more time¡­ But, having just run through their strategy with Tilly, Hiro seemed to have caught something. His rare smile turned downward in a thoughtful frown and he slowly pulled his hand away from Tilly¡¯s shoulder and looked over at Shuji, ¡°Why have the Standing Army Buffs not taken effect?¡± Shuji turned back to the crystal, calling up multiple screens in sudden confusion. ¡°Hmm, you are correct, my Lord. The Crystal acknowledges our commissions but has yet to issue out any of the Buffs we were expecting.¡± Pausing in his search, he pulled out another of his seemingly endless birds and whispered to it before sending it off. ¡° I have reached out to Linus to see if he has any insight in his role as General of the coalition¡¯s forces.¡± Hiro nodded, stepping toward Shuji, ¡°Can you show me the readout of what is registering in the system for our current commissioned officers?¡± ¡°Sending it to you, now.¡± The two began to quickly confer over which forces would receive what bonus, making sure their positioning was optimal for the coming fight, but most of it went over Tilly¡¯s head. He wasn¡¯t a leader here, he was a trump card. One that could hopefully get played multiple times¡­ Several more impacts struck the mountain, causing strange echoing chimes to vibrate through its smooth arteries. Tilly had a hard time imagining anything damaging the Peak, but then again, he had only seen the opening thrust of the enemy. The Corruption¡¯s main force was approaching rapidly but hopefully, the coalition still had minutes before the main body arrived at the first of the Peaks, where Tilly had left them a little gift. Taking the small margin that was being offered to him, he began to breathe deeply, centering himself and falling into the pattern that Irchiro had taught him so long ago. He couldn¡¯t wipe away what was coming with an explosion, there were no brute force options left to them. Everything they did from now on would have to be calculated for maximum damage on their enemy''s forces in exchange for minimal use of resources. As he settled his mind, his hand strayed to Kindle¡¯s feathers, stroking them as she stirred happily under his ministrations. He could sense that she was almost fully recovered, the Heat she had absorbed going a long way to getting her back to fighting shape. She was nowhere near the heat level she had arrived with, but she would still be able to play a role in the coming fight. His soul on the other hand was another story¡­ He had just pushed his soul to the absolute limit, losing access to almost all of his spiritual abilities. The time he had gained in the chrono reconciliation had done wonders for the damage, and he could feel almost all of the severed connections had healed. But everything in his core felt tender, its recent restoration standing on the tenuous edge of dissolution. Warning, your soul is close to dissolution, guard your will and protect your core, for it cannot take any more pressure or stress until it is fully healed. One day, 11 hours remaining. All of this, just to give them a chance to fight in the actual conflict for the plane. The real battle had yet to begin. Sure he had won the opening conflict, but Corruption¡¯s heavy hitters had yet to come into play. Oberon had barely been defeated and it had taken Tilly, Erash, and Brokenridge to accomplish the feat. Bezzelbub had been ripped a new one, but Tilly wasn¡¯t foolish enough to think that was the last they would see of the Demonic Prince. He would show back up before all of this was through, and the next time he came it would be much more subtle. The names of the last four Demon Princes whispered through his mind, attempting to shake him from his meditative state. Asteroth, Asmodeus, Lilith, and Magog, who had been impossible to miss marching at the rear of the approaching army. The church had estimated the main force might contain hundreds of beings once seen as Powers on the plane. It was likely that they had been reduced to shadows of themselves by Corruption¡¯s parasites but he doubted the infestations did anything to reduce their destructive capability. It would have offered them a new level of power¡­ at the price of their soul¡¯s longevity and resilience. But none of those powers could compare to the remaining Princes. These were creatures whose power had dominated the Multi-Epoch war with the Church long before Corruption¡¯s appearance. Asteroth was the premiere Demonic Sorcerer on the plane, bound to many layers of Hell and capable of unleashing incredibly destructive magics. Magog was widely believed to be an unkillable giant, capable of rapidly healing any wound, and was twice the size of many of the largest creatures on the plane. Beelzebub was the least overtly destructive of the Princes, but his unconventional powerset made him extremely difficult to counter, and even harder to kill. The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement. The Church had entered into major conflicts with each of these three at one point or another¡­ but never all at once, and that wasn¡¯t even counting the final two claiming the demonic thrones. Lilith was reported to be a Demonic Enchantress of unsurpassed skill, yet she never appeared in the open. Instead, the Church had struggled to trace the beginnings of many of their worst defeats to her influence. They had no reliable knowledge of her appearance and actual power set. Even thinking of where she might strike set Tilly¡¯s teeth on edge. Finally; Asmodeus, the least known of the five remaining Princes. He had ascended his throne sometime in the last Epoch but seemed to have left it empty for the vast majority of that time. He kept no standing army and this was the first demonic campaign he had chosen to join. No one knew what he was capable of, and the only solid information the Coalition had on him was that he had ascended his throne without contest and had never been challenged for it¡­ It was even rumored that only disinterest kept him from ruling all of the Pits. Each of the five represented an almost godlike influence on Nephesh, and combined, they led the largest army in the history of the plane... Cataclysms like this had struck Nephesh in the past, but each time, divine intervention had balanced the scales, minimizing the destruction and maintaining the hierarchy that had ruled this reality since the Second Epoch. But something was happening in the Celestial realm¡­ something that the Church had refused to elaborate on, aside from bare hints. The other Light-aligned religions had faded into hiding and even the darker deities seemed to be under pressure, their influence on the plane waning along with Corruption¡¯s rise. Tilly could probably take a hit from any of them at this point and keep fighting and, with his ability to swap stat imbalances, he might be able to hit harder than anything on the plane. But the ¡°throw and blow¡± strategy wouldn¡¯t work this time. Corruption¡¯s army was too large, and more would be arriving any day. Not to mention that with so many variables on the field, he doubted that following the pattern he had shown the enemy several times now would be nearly as effective as he hoped. Tilly¡¯s brooding thoughts were interrupted, along with Shuji and Hiro¡¯s investigation into the missing Buffs by the entrance of another origami bird, speaking with Ichiro¡¯s calm voice. ¡°Father, you need to come to the southern section of our defenses. Something is emerging from the ground near our position.¡± He stated in a calm voice, adding nothing further to the report. Hiro grimaced, stepping rapidly toward Tilly, ¡°Shuji, we need those Buffs online as soon as possible, requisition anything or anyone, and get it done.¡± He growled. Shuji shot a quick bow in acknowledgment, still sorting through multiple screens. A quick look around showed that Mochizuki had already disappeared. Tilly allowed himself one final meditative exhalation before turning toward Hiro and smiling, ¡°It''s never simple is it?¡± Then he gently set Kindle on the ground, sending her a command to find him when she had fully awoken. He figured this chamber was probably the closest thing to safety that he could find for her until she was ready to fight again. Hiro¡¯s crystalline eyes twinkled, softening the scowl that so often ruled his face, ¡°No, Jonathan Tillman¡­ it is not.¡± He answered, grabbing Tilly¡¯s shoulder and pulling him through howling winds of space and time. Tilly managed not to stumble this time as they landed on the slope of the mountain facing a wall of enchanted glass, growing before his eyes. The whole thing glowed with imbued magical properties as workers scrambled all over the structure like ants moving at blurred speeds. The smile on Tilly¡¯s face grew as he watched how quickly the intimidating structure was going up in both directions. ¡°Unfortunately, that is not what I called you here to see¡­¡± Ichiro¡¯s voice stated dryly from behind them. Tilly looked over and found Hiro already facing downslope, so he sheepishly pivoted to match the direction of his gaze. Reaching in both directions around the mountainside were ten ranks of Coalition warriors, set and ready to repel the attacks of the vanguard fliers. The harrying force was continually approaching at a low angle up the mountainside, attempting to avoid the arrows falling in a steady stream from behind the growing defensive structure. The sun''s light had almost completely died away as it sunk into the boiling cloud of Corruption¡¯s influence choking the western horizon. However, close-range visibility was maintained by the now significant radiance being emitted from the half-formed magical structure behind them. Unfortunately, it was not bright enough to see the main forces approach. The thunderous cacophony of their nearness spoke loud enough, interspersed by the occasional bone-rattling impact of Magog¡¯s footsteps. The vanguard''s harrying attacks were scattered and half-hearted. After only seconds of observation, Tilly could tell that most of the attackers had already been driven insane by Corruption. Many of the frenzied combatants were put down easily, only for tentacled horrors to burst forth from their corpses. Those were quickly drowned by a tide of dragon glass-tipped arrows, which would then have to be retrieved by a brief sortie from the defensive line. All in all the screen protecting the wall''s erection was working well, even if it was costing precious resources to maintain. The rest of the vanguard force hovered in thick clouds around the other four peaks, illuminated in brief flashes as they lobbed huge, ritual-fueled magical attacks at the growing wall or the mountain¡¯s Peak. Each of these attacks was met in the sky by an answering silo from the Coalition¡¯s mage core, resulting in the dilution of the destructive magics, or their redirection to unimportant parts of the mountain. Tilly guessed that the main body of the army would soon reach the westernmost of the Council Peaks, the only bright spot left in the smotheringly dark distance. Evening had shifted to night with stunning speed, skipping all pretenses of twilight and leaving behind a darkness of profound depth lit only by flashes of destruction. The air was filled with the enraged screams of their enemy and occasionally cries of the coalition¡¯s wounded. It all seemed like they hovered on the brink of chaos, barely clinging to some semblance of control. And this was just the beginning¡­ He struggled to take in everything before him, conflict unfolding on a scale far beyond his capability to understand. It was not that he hadn¡¯t been in battles before, but those had all been between one or two Factions, with each of the major players known¡­ this was something else entirely. ¡°Do you see it?¡± Ichiro pointed helpfully, past the fighting immediately ahead of them. Tilly had to squint to see it at first, but once he did, he couldn¡¯t look away. Something large was rising from the unimbued ground just beyond the mountain¡¯s base. A glowing structure rose like a submarine, glowing with an icy energy. It continued to rise until it stood hundreds of feet tall, dominating the area. It looked like a fusion between a mausoleum and a fortress and it was large enough to hold thousands. ¡°Is it some kind of surprise attack?¡± Tilly asked, trying to keep the hopeless exhaustion from his voice as he settled Kindle on the ground next to him and reached for his weapons. ¡°I do not believe so¡­¡± Ichiro said, his blank eyes darting over the structure. Fifty paces below them, the defenders continued to fight, holding back scattered enemies almost with ease. Now that he was looking, he saw that many of the approaching fliers avoided the new structure completely, and those who didn¡¯t were struck down somehow. ¡°It can not be¡­¡± Hiro muttered quietly, sharing a look with his son. ¡°The Weave is shifting too significantly for me to be sure. It is all I can do to shut out the noise of such rapid changes in the Fate around us.¡± Ichiro answered in a hushed tone. Then the gates of the fortress swung open, facing directly at their defenses and Identify populated a name for Tilly: Hades¡¯ Gate Celestial