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Chapter 537
🕑 Added 2023-01-11 13:00:04 +0000 UTCEnjoy!
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As soon as the stone door closed behind him, Felix slumped in relief. Like a bubble bursting, his sense of others vanished into nothing. Wards against sight and sound were layered throughout the wide structure, packed tightly enough that even his potent Perception had difficulty penetrating them. Felix shuddered. The desperate greed, naked ambition, and thrumming fear on those people had clung to him like oily smoke—and still, it had not felt as nearly as unsettling as the ragged awe and sour jealousy they had let sound from their Spirits.
Sometimes I really regret having Harmonic Stats.
He moved. With his Born Trait of perfect recall, Felix had found that the best method to push away a recent experience was to ground himself in the now. He was pretty sure people called it mindfulness back on Earth, but whatever it was, it had proven to be extremely useful when his vivid memories clung too tightly.
Before him, the tiled flooring of the Upper Hall fell away, broken through by the surging growth of the Atlantes Anima. Felix had shaped the gate around the area in order to keep folks out, though it wasn’t entirely necessary. Those without the required permissions couldn’t get very far anyway. Still, it helped clear up exactly where people were welcome.
Hello, Atlantes, he sent, sounding the cord that stretched between him and the Tree. Are you doing well? Need more water? Uh…soil?
What came back weren’t words, just feelings. Much like how Pit had once communicated with him. The rustling of leaves and creaking of branches filtered through his Affinity, noise without sound, felt more than heard. It was enough to get a bead on things.
Good. Glad you’re doing well. He patted the ridged bark. The Fruit have been great. Keep up the good work.
To his right, a set of stairs extended down into the dark, winding around the trunk in a spiral pattern. They also wound upward, but he wasn’t looking to harvest more Spirit Fruit. He went down, taking steps three at a time until the floor of the Upper Hall vanished above him. There were no magelights floating along the path, mostly because there was no need of them. Felix’s vision in the dark was almost perfect, both because of his high Perception stat as well as his Manasight, which could pick out the ever present glow of Mana all around them. Moreover, the Tree itself glowed vibrantly in the dark, more than enough to assist even an Untempered person’s descent all the way to the roots.
Felix had no intention of walking so far. The moment he rounded the first curve of the Tree and the rough stone tunnel it had bored opened up a bit, he hopped off.
He fell like a rock.
For a long, breathless moment, Felix reveled in the drop. His stomach, long used to his flights, did not flip-flop as it once had, but it was still exhilarating to free-fall. Riding lightning across the sky was delightful, but this was primal, tickling something at the back of his brain. If only for a moment, he forgot the weird looks from above, the Chanters’ plans, and even the near-conjuration of a deadly, magic fist.
Only when the bottom-most floor loomed close did he bother to flare Adaman Discord. Lightning surged upward, a dozen bolts that tethered him to the Temple itself, and slowed his momentum to nothing. Felix landed with a soft klank.
“Your control has truly grown,” Karys said.
Felix smiled. “Thanks, man. You too. Normally you’d have clunked around. Finally getting used to that Body?”
A ten-foot tall suit of armor, fully mechanized and run by a confusing amount of sigaldry, stood before Felix in the luminescent dark. A helmet sat atop its gorget, shading an interior that glowed with twin pinpricks of green-gold light. “It has been a process, but the additions Harn was able to fashion have proven a great boon.”
“I was wondering about that,” Felix said, cocking his head to the side. The ancient Nymean man had once patched up the old armored Body with dark iron and scraps, but now the breastplate and right arm were made of smooth, segmented plates that looked familiar. “What did he fashion those out of?”
“Leviathan bone, from Ahkestria.”
“Huh. I thought he couldn’t work with that stuff yet. It’s durable enough?”
“More than sufficient. It is league more effective than the iron scraps I had once used, if not as good as Crescian Bronze.”
“What is?”
“Indeed.”
“No, really. That was a question.” Felix scratched his jaw and started forward. “We can’t seem to get any more Crescian Bronze, and we need more sources of metal ore that aren’t simple iron or steel. The Domains have been useful to salvage from, but those aren’t much better and will dry up eventually. Is the Leviathan bone better than orichalcum or mithril?”
“You would need to speak with Harn more on that.” Karys retrieved a rudimentary clipboard from a satchel around his waist and flipped through a few pages. Paper was a new addition to their community, brought to them by a papermaker out of Haarwatch. “He has conducted tests on the various materials he’s collected, but hasn’t given me a definitive list as of yet.”
“Hm. Something to talk to him about later.” Felix passed by his Chancellor and friend, stepping into a tall archway just beyond. “You have news on Kimaris, you said?”
Karys pivoted smoothly and followed after. “Yes. The Witch reached the Boreal Pass four weeks ago, and has been engaged in…diplomatic discussion for that entire time.”
Felix laughed. “You mean they’re all challenging each other to a physical brawl.”
“Correct. The Risi are a martial people, and apparently the people that remained in the Hoarfrost are no stranger to combat. Despite it all, these giants are those that opposed their former chieftain’s goal of conquest.” Karys looked at Felix, concern creasing the flames of his eyes. “The Witches of Cold Rock remember Grimmar too well. They do not want anything to do with Kimaris or her people.”
“That’s…unfortunate.” Felix frowned, stopping just outside the glimmering silver and gold array that dominated this level of his Stronghold. His Seat and Seal. “Wait. Cold Rock is supposed to be further north, well beyond the Boreal Pass. Kimaris said she met them in the Pass?”
“She did. That is where our story becomes more worrisome.” Karys shook his head. “A Domain break is imminent, and it is located at the northern edge of the Pass.”
“The Witches are concerned?”
“They are. Were the creatures within to escape, they would assuredly surge northward, toward the Risi’s communities. Kimaris reasons that, with a proper push and some troops, she could quell the Domain and potentially restore her reputation.”
Felix rubbed his chin. He’d sent Kimaris and a contingent of her people north in order to secure the northern border. He had modified and improved his Mirk Enclosure and the work on the core barriers had been vastly improved, but right now the latter only blocked the walls of Setoria. Nagast was still accessible via the Bitter Sea and the Boreal Pass into the Hoarfrost. The Bitter Sea was acidic and rife with monstrosities, so Felix wasn’t overly worried about that, but the Hoarfrost was another story. Bitterly cold and desolate, the far north was still technically passable, especially since Grimmar had relocated the vast majority of the Frost Giants south.
“How many troops would she need?” he asked.
“Not many. Kimaris claims the fewer the better, as it would prove their prowess more effectively. The Risi respect strength, after all.”
“Will they agree to ally with us if we do this?”
“Doubtful. You know them well. They are a prideful people, and slow to trust,” Karys said.
That’s true. It had taken Felix beating the snot out of her best warriors before Kimaris had deigned to ally herself with him. “But if we do this right, it’s possible. Or at least we could get an audience with the people at Cold Rock itself.”
“That seems far more likely.” Karys nodded and started scratching down notes with an oversized quill. “If we could utilize one of the Manaships to provide transit, we could get them there in a week.”
Felix waved a hand, dismissive. “That should be doable. Only two are tied up making regular runs to Haarwatch right now, anyway.”
“Very well. Who do you wish to send?”
A long silence met Karys’ question as Felix regarded the hypnotic swirl of his Seal before him. “A Domain break, huh? Is it strong?”
“Quite. Kimaris claims it has always been a proving ground for their people, ahem, ‘whetting the edge of our greatest warriors for years immemorial.’” Karys’ voice was as dry as the stone dust in the corners of the room. “It does raise the question as to why they allowed such a resource to grow out of control, however.”
“Because all the warriors went south, and most of them died.” To me, Felix finished silently. He’d killed a lot of Frost Giants back when they were trying to crush him into paste. “No one left to prune the garden, so to speak, and now it is about to burst. Figures that Grimmar would saddle me with more problems. Annoying, even beyond the grave.”
“Indeed.” Karys waited, quill poised above his clipboard. Impatience rolled off his Spirit like a heat haze. “And who are you sending? The First Talon would be appropriate, I think—”
“I’m thinking I’ll go. Alone.”
Karys stared, his eye-flames unmoving, for perhaps ten whole seconds. Then, with a metallic sounding exhale, he tucked his clipboard back into his satchel. “You realize that is impossible, Felix.”
“Why? I could take care of the whole Domain myself.”
“I do not doubt your Strength. But you are needed here, Autarch.”
“Gah.” Felix made a face. “I hate when you use my title.”
“It is only to illustrate a point, my Lord.” Karys didn’t often give Felix guff, but now he sounded almost disappointed. “You cannot abandon your Territory to chase after every threat personally.”
“Sometimes it’s necessary. LIke with the other Unbound,” Felix said.
“This is not about the other Unbound.” Karys hesitated. “Correct?”
Felix sighed. “No. It’s not.”
“No dreams pointing to the frozen north? Nor visions of ice and snow?”
Felix rolled his eyes. “No.”
“Then I would not consider it important enough that you abandon your duties to your people here. According to your own plans, we’ve not completed half the tasks you set for us.”
Felix growled. It was true; a great many things crowded Felix’s plate. He was tackling them as fast as he could, but there was only so much he could attend to himself. Felix had to rely on his friends and allies to get it all done. Still, this wasn’t just because he was aching for a fight or even the need to test out his Skills. It was for the Essence.
“I need more Essence,” he said, fairly quietly. “For Pit.”
Karys made a small sound and a complicated bouquet of emotions rippled across his Spirit. “I see.”
Felix didn’t need to explain to his Chancellor further. There had been a great many discussions on the topic since the battle.
“Has he shown any further ability to use your Sovereign of Flesh?” Karys asked.
Felix and Pit gained the ability to utilize each other’s Skills, which was how Pit had been able to weave Felix’s last few Pillars. It was harder than it seemed at first blush, of course. Reliably accessing each other’s Skills was a crapshoot, at best.
“Only a little.” Felix took a long, steadying breath. “But more experiments have been hampered by the fact that I don’t have enough Essence to spare. Everything I consume is only able to keep my tank topped off.”
“Your Hunger is still so greedy? Can it not sense Pit’s situation?”
Felix snorted. “I don’t know how smart that thing is. It wants to eat, and it wants me to keep being around to ensure that it eats. That’s it, far as I can tell.”
“So your plan is to consume an entire Domain and use the excess to fuel Pit’s recovery?”
“That’s the main goal, yeah. But improving relations with our friends to the north is high on the list too.”
Karys’ hands fell to his sides, defeated. “I…suppose that is a valuable task that only you can accomplish. I shall arrange the Manaship to fly out in the morning.”
“Tonight,” Felix corrected. “No point in waiting.”
“Very well.”
“But first, we need to take care of a couple things I’ve been putting off,” Felix said, and started walking across the glimmering lines of his Seat and Seal.
“Such as?”
“Upgrades.”
Comments
Stephen
If he's ate a primordial curse why can't he eat the curse from a sword? 😒
inkaral
It often feels like that moment when you're watching a monster movie, and you're struggling not to start screaming at the screen "Don't go in there! Don't split up!" etc etc. Just with Felix it'd be "Tell them! Communicate! Stop putting it off until it's actually a major problem!"
Fortunis
I get his need for essence, but he has Domains local to him he could clear. He could easily send his people to get both experienced and levels on a Dungeon break. Not to mention it would show the Risi that he's not the only powerful person in his lands. Seems like a bad use of his time.
inkaral
Felix's Fatal Flaw: Procrastination. Putting minor things off until they're giant problems that can cause major damage.
