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Chapter 820
🕑 Added 2024-09-23 16:47:25 +0000 UTCGetting back on track with my schedule.
Next chapter up on Wednesday, 8am sharp.
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A single point reverberated through Felix’s awareness, rippling through the assembled Nymean host like a warm breeze.
It was a signal.
Every magus lifted their weapons and hands, unleashing a salvo of silent power that filled the jungle basin. The Skills all moved as one, all different but somehow harmonious, as if part of a greater whole. The guardians all glanced up at once, but it was too late. A tide of power swept over them all.
“Spirit’s Cascade!” Dobrak howled into the barrage, hurling himself from the ridge. His crystalline sword burst into furious light, swirling with a chorus of pale forms as he brought it slashing down. A line of light cleaved into the gathered Chimera, breaking through hasty shields made from tarnished silver thread.
The Chimeras made no sound, but their withered limbs blossomed with argent, and they moved fast.
Felix stood atop the ridge, frozen in place as the battle unfolded before him. Claw, beak, fang, and horn met magic as the magi fought to put down the Chimera. Harnoq and tenku fought side by side, while wyverns lifted into the air to lash their tails at leaping magi. There were even a few strange, giant wolves with six legs and four curling horns rampaging among them, goring at the magi’s shields. Those looked the least emaciated out of all of them, but still silver thread trailed from their broken ribs and patchwork fur. Twisted as they were, Felix couldn’t help but see A’zek and Pit down there.
Real or not, the Chimera deserved more than this.
Unite the Lost!
The Skill spun up within him, sucking in potency from the jungle until the ridge became as transparent as glass. Yet when he tried to direct the power…it went nowhere. It failed.
Right. This wasn’t Ruin. This was done by her.
Below, power splashed off of the Chimera like water on a raincoat, which posed a real threat to the magi. In the moments since the attack began, over a dozen magi had fallen.
Adamant Discord!
Blue-white lightning erupted along Felix’s arms and lines of connection sprang up between him and the magi—and the Chimera. The latter were far thicker, and Felix instantly knew they were fed by his deep link to his own Companion. It echoed inside of him, stretching into a muffled distance that he didn’t dare follow at that moment.
Felix seized the lightning.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
He hauled back so fast his arms thundered…and every single Chimera fell, their necks broken all at once.
You Have Killed—!
Felix banished the notification, unwilling to read it. Instead, he leaped down as the bodies of the Chimera turned to tainted smoke.
“Was that you, magus?” Dobrak walked over to Felix, carefully wiping white ichor off of his crystalline blade. “The lightning?”
Felix stared at the nearest corpse and could only manage a nod.
“I am unsure what sort of magic that was. I am not a magus, only Swordsworn to them.” Dobrak bowed. “But you assuredly saved our lives.”
The Orc turned to the corpse Felix stood near and bowed again. “Honor to you as well, fallen brethren. May the Spirits welcome you home.”
Felix swallowed, trying to find the words to thank the guy, when he noticed the other magi and warriors were doing the same. All of them bowed before the Chimera, and more than a few were weeping.
He looked back at the smoking corpse, its feathers and bones almost completely consumed. Felix bowed. “I’m sorry. I hope…” He cleared his throat. “I hope you found peace.”
One of the magi shouted, but Felix didn’t make out the words before a dissonant buzzing assaulted his senses. He stepped back, talons lifted, and flared his Perception. The buzzing intensified, crawling across his heightened senses and raking at his Affinity, but he was used to it. The sound resonated with the same Dissonance in his core space, radiating unpleasant tingles across his chest and limbs.
Without a word, Felix leaped, landing neatly near a clutch of Nymean magi. They stood before a wide, Platinum Chest—the same sort of Chest that one would get for completing a really hard Quest. The chest was opened, and inside was a single object no bigger than Felix’s closed fist. One of the magi lifted it with an inscribed tool that looked like a cross between forceps and giant tongs. The object pulsed with power, leaking Mana in an aurora that swirled around it, solidifying into spikes of crystal before melting back into a liquid flow.
A chunk of bone?
That Does Not Belong To You, Nymean Wretches!
The Sylphaen Vessel of Siva appeared above them all, wings of woven hands stretched wide against the night. They glowed silver, save for the orb in their chest, which erupted in a golden fire that spewed onto the field. Silver threads followed, spearing toward the magi and warriors.
“No.”
Felix lifted his hands, activating Skein of Fate and Sonata of Dominance. Threads sundered and fire extinguished beneath his Will, and the Vessel jerked backward. They almost seemed insubstantial, as if Felix were staring at a ghost rather than a person, but their rage was nearly physical.
Skein of Fate is level 124!
You Oppose The Divine! How?
“This is getting tiring,” he muttered. Empyrean Embrace!
This time there was no resistance. The Vessel and Siva vanished, consumed in an instant.
Dark returned, and Felix found a great many magi staring at him in awe.
Mouths opened, but he didn’t have time to wade through their questions. “This bone,” he said, pointing at the artifact. “What is it? Why was it in that Chest?”
The magi holding the tongs traded glances with the others around her. “It is the Vessel’s weakness we have been searching for—but it is useless now. You…you just killed a Vessel of the Divine!”
“Yeah, sure. But how is that a—Nevermind.” He could just check for himself.
Emperor’s Vigilance!
A sensation of pressure jammed against Felix’s head, pushing at his awareness for only an instant before it parted. He’d already taken this Memory; it had no right to hide secrets from him, anymore.
Name: Skull Fragment Of Veridaan, She Who Was Broken
Type: Artifact (Primordial) (Enchanted)
Lore: A piece of Veridaan, known as the Supreme Primordial of Oaths, and the Cardinal of the Unseen Tide. It echoes with a piece of her power, long thought Lost.
Xovak’s Greater Approach - An enchantment designed to reduce the size of an object or creature.
Xovak’s Greater Binding - An enchantment designed to bind an object or creature to one’s Aspect.
Holy shit. The magi had started talking to him again, demanding to know what he had done, but Felix didn’t give them any of his attention. A fragment of a Supreme Primordial…and a Cardinal of the Unseen Tide? He licked his lips and brought up his Race and his Path.
Race: Primordial of the Unseen Tide (Superior)*
Path: Cardinal Fiend
“Shut up!” he snarled, silencing the magi that were still demanding answers. Dozens of questions boiled across his Mind. “You. Who was Veridaan?”
The Nym tucked his chin back like he’d been slapped. “A Cardinal. Lost to Ruin’s Advent.”
“Ruin’s Advent? What does that mean?”
“It was when the Ruin first scoured the Continent, during the first War of Creation.” The man’s face twisted, as if the words were being forced from him. As soon as they ended, he took a great gulping breath and broke out into a heavy sweat. “What are you doing to me?”
“Nothing.” Felix hadn’t even activated a Skill. He looked at another Nym. “Did the Ruin wipe out the Cardinals?”
The woman opened her mouth, but at first no words emerged. Her eyes bulged, as if she were fighting to breathe, before she forced out a single exhalation. “No!”
“Who did, then?”
She clutched at her throat, confused and afraid. He let the question drop.Something was going on, but Felix couldn’t waste time to figure it out.
He jabbed a finger at the skull fragment. “Why is that connected to Siva? Why would it be her weakness?”
“The gods stole their power,” Dobrak said, stepping up to his side. “They were not always gods.”
Felix’s Mind whirled. Pieces were starting to slot into place, but he didn’t have a full picture. “The Cardinals were the highest kind of Primordial.”
“The very first,” Dobrak agreed.
“And Primordials cannot die,” he repeated.
“We change.”
Felix turned, slowly meeting the eyes of his Orcish ally, and found himself staring into bottomless wells of blinding blue. His armor had split, but there was no blood, only a wash of midnight ink that curled up and away from the man. Purple and red-gold shimmered within it, a hidden fire trapped in the dark, and too-white teeth spread into a rictous grin.
“You—”
The Beast slammed its hand into Felix’s chest, and it was like he exploded. Pain shot through every piece of himself and a discordant cacophony burst through the center of his being.
Armored, I See.
Felix blinked. He was hundreds of feet away from the clearing, having plowed a wide trail through ridge, tree, and brush. He stood up. Dirt fell off of him, shed at the same time as his clothes, revealing diamond hard scales across his entire Body.
Now This Is A Feature Worthy Of A Scion.
Armed. Armored. Not Sheltering Behind The Walls Of Your Sanctuary. But Out, Braving The Unknown.
Dobrak stalked forward, more of his humanoid shape discarded as the black ink washed it away. The Beast stalked toward Felix on all fours, its back easily twenty-five feet tall and covered in thick armored plates. Blue eyes—his eyes—stared Felix down.
You Cannot Run.
Felix squared up, lifting his fists. “I don’t plan to.”
You Wonder, it mused. About Me. Us. Good.
Too many teeth stretched across the dark form, pale against the black.
What Is A Mind Without Curiosity?
It charged, moving faster than anything Felix had ever seen. It was like liquid lightning.
Stride of the King!
Adamant Discord!
The two met, lightning and shadow crashing in the dark jungles of Jaast. An explosion of liquid light shot into the trees, felling them by the dozen as the concussive blast uprooted everything within a hundred yards. The earth cratered, and suddenly Felix screamed as the Beast fell upon him.
Stride of the King is level 126!
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Stride of the King is level 133!
Adamant Discord is level 138!
Felix pivoted, trying to escape the bulk of the Beast, but it was impossible. The thing was faster than him, and its talons raked bloody ribbons from his back and thigh with a single swipe. He stumbled, unable to walk on severed tendons. He flared Adamant Discord, shoving back at the Beast—but it grasped the same blue threads, and it yanked Felix right back.
A liquid paw slammed him to the earth, pinning him beneath its unsteady shape. The digits thinned, until a pair of too-large hands pressed into his chest. Felix ignited the earth with flame and sent its molten weight up against the Beast, but the shaping did nothing.
You Are Running Out Of Time.
The thing’s maw opened up above him, teeth glinting in the black.
Choose.
It snapped shut.
Yet that wasn’t the end.
Felix was suspended in the dark. Crushed by the weight of a vast monster that still seemed to be sitting on his chest, even as threads of blue hooked into every inch of his flesh and pulled. A familiar agony rolled across him, a buzzing burning as pieces of himself were hurled into the black. His thoughts fuzzed, and Felix was dimly aware that even pieces of his Mind were flitting away, scattered from his head like leaves from the crown of a tree.
Crown…
Felix focused, pouring all his remnant Mind into the effort. The thought resounded, gathering pieces of himself into a semblance of order. He reached within… and summoned the Crown of Elysium.
A halo of Crescian Bronze speared into the dark, and something howled in pain. The pressure against him lessened immediately, but he knew it was only for a moment. The Beast could not be held off for long.
Sound, Stone, or Scale. Which—?
Sound was about being constantly prepared for danger. Stone was about blocking out all things, good or bad. And Scale was…
Scale was about facing the dark, ready to fight.
There was no choice here, but Felix made one anyway.
I choose Scale!
Light blossomed…and the dark approved.
Comments
Jennifer Leigh
Hunger-corrupted Veridaan, Withered Dust, Vanished Horizons-Veridaan's son I think the Cardinals held the main power but the gods killed or corrupted all primordials. The flesh curse is Divine.
Phoenix
TFTC! So, which kind of primordial has Felix consumed? And, did the gods take the power of the regular primordials or the cardinals?
Rajeev Roy
So gods were also primordials once who betrayed the others
James Skinner
TFTC!
Matthew Church
Welcome back to the daylight! Tyftc!
Azgaroth
Thank for the chapter. Felix become a Cardinal of the Unseen tide.... Or he has the Bone Shard... Also the Tresor of Elysium, like the crown can "link" with an Aspect, just like the bone here (but in a different form...) so what would happen when Felix has both the Tresors and Primordial's Bones (or other stuff...) linked to the same Aspect...
