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Chapter 557
🕑 Added 2023-02-27 21:13:40 +0000 UTCEnjoy!
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In a quiet, snow-coated glade, a portal split the air.
Birds scattered and small creatures skipped across footprints that had barely filled in, while the rent sucked up the air around it like a gasping man. It widened, loosing a fluting note that soon trembled with vibrato—until it stopped. There was only silence and the night-dark hole, and both of them breathed in the stillness of the forest.
From star-drenched darkness, two booted feet crunched into the same footprints they had once left. Veddi and Devvi stepped out, branding their weapons, while Errol was close behind. Errol made a sharp gesture. “Fan out, secure the glade.”
The giants did so, as did Kress and Geddin, moving through the deep snow with sure steps and serious Spirits. The Fiend’s Shadows were fast and thorough, returning a bare half minute later. “Sir, the glade is clear,” Veddi reported.
“Lord Autarch. The way is safe,” Errol said softly into the breach. It rippled, and Felix emerged, Pit at his side.
“Thank you, Errol,” he said.
“Our pleasure, Lord Autarch,” Errol said, saluting.
Why’d you let them do all that? Pit asked. I could feel the glade was empty through the portal.
Why do you think? Felix asked.
Pit tilted his head as the Shadows rearranged themselves around the two of them. To make them feel useful?
Sorta. And because we can’t do everything, even if we want to. Felix glanced at the portal as it closed with a soft exhaling pop. We don’t have to fight every fight.
His Companion let out a contemplative trill. Felix ruffled the feathers of his cheek, where his barding didn’t cover, before grasping the hilt of his hooked blade. “Karys. We’ve returned.”
Green-gold lights spun up, hovering around it like fog. “I am pleased to hear of your return. It has been less than nine glasses since your departure. I assume the issue with the Risi has been resolved?”
“More or less.” His return from the Domain had been met with wide-eyed stares and thunderous applause. The Witches had sided with Felix before he could display his Title for beating the Frostfather—they still hadn’t seen it, but apparently the Witches had been watching up until the point he challenged the Greater Elemental, after which their connection had broken. Beating the Summit of the Ironskin Domain was unprecedented, and seeing how Felix had returned unharmed, Naberius was quick to champion him as a contender for rule. He still wasn’t entirely sure how that would resolve itself, but Felix had plans to make and none of them were in the north. Not yet, anyway. “Kimaris is headed back to Cold Rock now to secure our foothold.”
“Foothold? I thought we only sought an alliance with the Risi?”
“I was more effective than I anticipated,” Felix said, his voice as dry as he could manage in the wet snowdrifts. He quickly outlined the possibility of a healing artifact for Pit, something he’d already shared with the Shadows. “I’ll be back to the Temple shortly, and we’ll need to gather our people together to discuss a new trip.”
“The location of this miraculous artifact was revealed to you?”
“It was. I’ll tell you more in person.”
“Very well, my Lord. Is there anything else we can do to prepare?”
Felix took a short inhale before letting it all go. “Please inform Zara that I’ll be heading to speak with her shortly, if you would.”
“Of course.”
The connection faded, and his blade dimmed. Felix stood in the empty glade, thinking. The Mote of Frenzy hadn’t left his Mind since he’d learned of it—not the entire trip across two Dark Passages and certainly not now. The Frostfather’s only other words before they had parted concerned the Mote, words that Felix could not forget.
The Mote of Frenzy is chaos unchained. To grasp it is to wrestle with the dark underpinnings of what is, and what could be. It must be mastered, or else it will consume all that attempt to use its power. Be wary, Scion.
It was hope. Felix clung to it, and even Pit was cheered by the pronouncement.
“I got this.” Pit nudged his shoulder with his head. “You just get us into the vault.”
Felix cracked a grin. “Yeah. Let’s get to planning. Shadows. Go back to Elderthrone. Tell Battlelord Ari the good news.”
“Aye, my Lord,” Veddi said with his own wide smile. “All of the Bitterward will hear of your victory! Blessed by the Frostfather Himself!”
The lot of them sped outward, mages and warriors racing through the ancient woods and into a gathering gloom. It was partly due to his Spirit Tree, and partly due to the waning winter sunlight. Sunset soon.
“Convergence?” he asked Pit. His friend looked tired, but not nearly as tired as before their trip.
“Hm.”
His Companion vanished in a flash of light, landing in his Spirit before Felix ascended into the still, gray sky.
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Have you considered your last Pillar, Felix?
Flying across the sky on sheer momentum, Felix was caught off guard by the tenku’s words. He flared Adamant Discord again, pulling on another connection to the Stronghold far ahead of them. A little. I just—
Haven’t bothered because of me. Because of how much Essence and significance it would take to weave a tenth Pillar.
Felix sighed. Right.
In the aftermath of the battle with the High Guard, Felix had earned a Title that allowed him to weave another Pillar on top of his sturdy nine.
Champion’s Convocation (Legendary)!
For weaving all nine Pillars before level 100 and before reaching Master Tier, you may weave further still! A tenth Pillar awaits you, if you’ve the courage to face it!
Now that he wasn’t stockpiling Essence and significance to spend on Pit’s wounds, Felix supposed he could spare more time for its construction. There was only one problem. I just don’t know what Skill to use.
Pit warbled. What do you mean?
Felix arced high into the sky, breaching the cloud cover and bursting up into the far darker night that awaited the lands below. He relished the sensation, the utter freedom of movement his Skill afforded him…and felt Pit do the same. For an instant, they were both flying again.
He dropped.
I fiddled with the idea of it. Used Karys to help me, even. Everytime I started the process I had a wall thrown in front of me, and not just because of you. Felix let the wind of his descent rustle his hair and clothes as he swiped through a backlog of notifications, before finding the right one and displaying it for the both of them. See?
WARNING!
You Must Temper Another Skill In Order To Form A Tenth Pillar!
Process Halted!
Well that’s stupid.
I agree! Felix laughed and flared his favorite Skill. Once again the connection between him and his Stronghold transformed from ephemeral to unbendable steel, and he hauled back on it, launching himself forward at breakneck speeds. Lightning sizzled from the connection, a byproduct of the process, and thunder boomed in his wake.
Karys had advised Felix not to try before he’d given it a great deal of thought, and Felix had taken the opportunity to shove the issue into the back of his head. I’ll think on it. There’s a best path forward, and I’ll take it as we march toward the Dwarves. Deal?
Deal, Pit trilled happily at him.
Etheric Concordance is level 85!
Felix flew on, not quite so fast that he broke the sound barrier again, but certainly not slowly. Elderthrone expanded in his vision, the town appearing to almost grow faster than it had in recent months, as more and more people moved in. The refugees from Ahkestria, Haarwatch, and Setoria were everywhere—Felix could spot them, many of them still looking too thin but healthier despite it all. Bustling crowds filled the residential areas and the markets, but were especially thick around the two Legion Barracks.
The path toward power was enticing to everyone, and Felix made sure none were turned away.
Oh? Down below, just before the proper walls of town, a figure in white and silver stood at the edge of the River Eile. Shapes swirled in the water before her, scaled and longer than most buses. What’s she doing?
He flipped and redirected his momentum with a quick and sharp burst of sizzling lightning—in seconds, he had landed atop the banks of the river. “Hello Vess.”
“Felix. Welcome back.” The heiress smiled at him, flashing her dimpled cheek as her soft brown hair fell from behind an ear. Her teeth were remarkably white against her darker skin. “Or have you not left yet? The details on your trip were not explained to me.”
“No, I’m back. It went faster than planned.”
“I imagine it went well. Unless you have come to whisk me away to battle again?” The words were said with another smile and though her spear remained leveled at the waters, it seemed all of her attention had shifted to him. Had he noticed the gold in her brown eyes before? Or was it just more prominent now?
“Better than expected.” He stepped up to her, conscious of how close she was to the water. Of how close he was to her. “What’s going on here?”
“Lunch,” rumbled a new voice. Yintarion slithered from the bushes downstream of them, his long, serpentine body so similar to the shapes Felix had spotted beneath the waters. “Autarch.”
“Yintarion.”
“The Naga are returning,” he said, his golden eyes flashing. He licked his lips, revealing a black forked tongue. “They have caught something.”
Sure enough, moments later, two snake-like Naga emerged from the depths of the river with a huge fish in their jaws. Water sprayed into the air, drenching the banks, but Felix turned it all to pellets of ice with a flex of his Will and Mana. It rattled off Vess’ armor harmlessly and she laughed.
“My Lord,” said a third Naga, and this one was an evolved form known as a War Naga. In fact, he recognized her immediately. “I did not know you would be here, and have not brought a meal for you as well. My apologies. My men can—”
“No no, Lavix. That’s fine.” Felix waved the War Naga down, stopping her from diving right back into the river. “I’ve already eaten. I think.”
You have not. And neither have I. Gimme.
You’ll get your fill in the Temple. I have a lot of food in there.
But…big fish.
Patience, lil pig. “Ahem. Why are you fishing for Yintarion?”
“Because he requests it of us. And though we were once enemies by circumstance, that was the Fathom. The Dragons carry our respect, and Yintarion of the Cerulean Skies, he that brought us to battle against your enemies my Lord…We will gather fish for him.”
“And it is appreciated, Lavix. I need the energy,” said the Wyrmling between bites. The huge fish, easily the size of a dinghy and covered in thick scales and deadly looking spines, had been slapped onto the icy riverbank like a wet sack of cement. “For my evolution.”
“His meals need to contain a certain amount of nutrients, as well as meet some other strange requirements that I do not fully understand.” Vess watched her Companion take huge bites, devouring the fish with fascination. “Where does he put it all?”
“I’ve wondered the same thing about Pit many, many times.”
Yintarion swallowed a chunk of fish the size of Felix’s head and growled at them. “We Dragons consume our prey and press their power into our own cores, building up a thick base for our evolutions. It is part of how all monsters advance, though all are a touch different.”
I put it in my belly.
“You, Autarch, must operate in a similar way, no?” Yintarion took another bite and slurped it down. “With your Primordial Hunger?”
“Something like that.” Felix didn’t actually know what his Hunger did with all the stuff he ate, just that he was able to use a lot of it for his own growth until it was fully digested by the big abyss inside him. “Lavix, how are your people doing? Have they encountered any further troubles in the river?”
“No, my Lord. With the aid of your consort, we have been thriving.”
“My consort?” Felix felt a horrified flush wrack his skin from toes to hairline. “Oh. No. Sorry, Vess isn’t—uh, not like that. I don’t have a consort.”
“We are not wedded, Lavix,” Vess said. That smile was gone but humor danced in her eyes.
“Wed? Ah, lifemates. I apologize for my assumption.” The heavy-featured War Naga bowed, muscular, humanoid arms crossed over her barrel torso and long serpentine tail. “Your customs are strange to us. That is why many of my kind wished to remain in Haestus. Such close proximity to so many of the land Races is quite overwhelming.”
After the lot of them had been overtaken by the Creature in Khasma Felix had gone out of his way to reestablish their Oath to him. The Deepking had been more than ready to accept a far more deadly punishment, but Felix had zero interest in that. He couldn’t blame the guy for falling prey to the insidious influence of a piece of Divinity grafted onto a damn Dragon. If I can forgive Yintarion, I can forgive the Nagafolk. He’d said as much to them all, but a rare few were willing to stay in Nagast.
“Don’t worry about it, Lavix. How are your hatchlings?” he asked, quickly changing the subject.
“They are developing well, my Lord. The hunting is good in these waters, and the prey is rich in Mana. It will allow my people to grow strong.”
“I’m glad. Remember to reach out to us if you need to—all of my people know to treat the Nagafolk with respect.”
“Of course.” Lavix bowed again. “For now we shall leave you. Our own hunts await.”
“Farewell, Lavix,” Vess said.
With barely a whisper of a splash, all of them vanished beneath the surface of the wide river. Soon after, they vanished even to Felix’s senses. There was only the soft lapping of the waves, and the sloppy chomps from a hungry, golden Wyrmling.
Vess stepped away from the bank and released her spear. It floated behind her on a cushion of air Mana. “Felix. Would you walk with me awhile?”
Yintarion gulped down something pale and wet. “Yes, take that Chimera of yours away from my meal. I can practically hear him salivating.”
Am not.
“Hmph,” the Wyrmling shot back, before diving into his meal again.
“Be kind, Yin,” Vess admonished her Companion. He ignored her, and she rolled her eyes. “He will take a while with that fish, and I’m late for another meeting of my own back in town. But,” she hesitated and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I have been meaning to speak with you.”
Ooh.
Shut up, Pit. He fought off the urge to wipe his palms (when had they gotten sweaty?), and gestured back into the forest. “Sure. Let’s uh, sure. After you.”
Vess smiled at him and walked away. Felix followed.
Comments
SiI3nt
Well a dude's going to be a dude and a primal dude is the best dude
Vortozan
Darn, thought there was one more. Firstly, thank you for the past 40 amazing chapters, they were great as always. I’d also like to point out that so many 3-4 out of 5 star reviews of RoyalRoad baffle me. Your writing style is beautiful and evokes imagination to my mind better than any other story I’ve read in my life. You’ve literally brought to life many many different locales in this world from frozen wastelands, to deserts, cities, towns and endless different depictions of Gods, godlings, powerful monsters, day to day civilians, crazy religious fanatics, primordials, long dead races, a dragon and the worlds history itself is complex with mystery and depth in abundance. We also have the fact each of their core spaces are worlds of their own, and Felix’s is an entire solar system/developing galaxy. I can agree with their comments on the fighting mostly consisting of throw abilities at everything without any skill or thoughtfulness but at the end of the day every skill is interesting and ever evolving enough that I look forward to where the story takes us. My rating? 6 or 7… out of 5, so yeah, note that your story is two notches above what I’d say is a perfect story. Cause you made your own style, it was done to perfection and then some. Thank You for the read!!!!! - Vortz
CringeWorthyStudios
I swear someone needs to lock them in a room together at some point and not let them out until they figure things out.
The Grand Moose
Id enjoy a solo Vess and Felix adventure or maybe just them and some legion. Kinda want that relationship to actually move forward. Also could be cool to do a selection of solo journeys for the group. Maybe some go back to garner the Gherelden Hills for Felix, maybe Evie goes North with the Giants to affirm his rule. Could help push their individual powers. Also thanks for telling us what happened with the Naga, I was super curious. Now I just wanna know if Atar actually told Alister (or anyone else) about the Urge in him.
John
It’s really good
Amathew2
How is that series, it’s next on my list?
GuyWhoReadsALot
It's about time they moved forward with a relationship. As Jake the Primal Hunter said, sometimes a dude has to be a dude.
kinglemur
Are we finally gonna see something happen to pull them closer together
