Collin J. Earl & JC Anderson
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Chapter 45 Arcane Mercenary - Ghost of the Wastes
🕑 Added 2026-01-08 12:32:29 +0000 UTCSarien
The world went quiet.
Not the normal kind of quiet with subdue lull, or basic pause between commands. No this was the kind that happens when everyone stops talking at once because they’ve just realized they’re standing too close to something big.
I felt it ripple through the Lattice before the sound reached me. Every node on the property flared at the same time, then froze, like a system trying to decide whether it was still allowed to function.
Movement stalled everywhere.
Units halfway through repositioning stopped mid-stride. Patrols broke formation without meaning to. Command chatter spiked into overlapping noise, then collapsed into nothing but breathing and static.
I stared at the readout, fingers hovering uselessly over controls that no longer mattered.
“Cale,” I said slowly, “do you have any idea what you just did?”
I didn’t wait for an answer.
Spell grading was universal. It didn’t matter what banner you wore or what doctrine you trained under—battle magic spoke a shared language when it came to scale.
One through three was skirmish. Four was escalation. Five and six meant battlefield authority.
What I was looking at didn’t fit cleanly into any of that.
“That wasn’t tactical,” I said. “That was… Cale, that was at least a level seven.”
The sky-cams adjusted on their own, reframing the glowing scar he’d carved through the grounds. Clouds above it still held the light, as if they hadn’t decided they were done reacting.
And that was the part that bothered me most.
Spells like that weren’t just about power. They weren’t something you threw. They required structure—arrays, circles, external anchors, equipment designed to hold the load. Entire teams existed just to assemble the formulas and keep them from tearing themselves apart.
Unless you were carrying hundreds of interlocking patterns in your head.
Unless you could build the array as you cast it, align every component on the fly, and let nothing drift even a fraction out of place.
There was a reason people didn’t walk around dropping spells that erased buildings.
Because most of them couldn’t survive the attempt.
I swallowed and watched the feeds shift again as the island reacted.
“I think I have to reclassify you,” I said quietly. “You’re not just a threat.”
I let out a slow breath.
“You’re the event.”
The channel crackled, alive with overlapping signals now. Mercenary comms dissolved into noise. Private security shouted over one another. The lodge’s internal command net tried—and failed—to impose order on something that had already slipped its leash.
Then the inbound signatures flared.
Knight Order confirmed. Multiple. Knight Order transports vectoring in from the south, fast and low, no attempt at subtlety. They’d seen the spell. Anyone with eyes or mana sense would have.
I straightened and pulled up the secure line, fingers moving on instinct.
“Valecis Isle Knight Garrison,” I said as soon as the channel connected. “This is Dva. I am acting as overwatch for the infiltrator. He is actively engaging hostiles. Respond.”
There was a pause that went on too long.
“We’re aware of an incident and have authorization to engage,” a voice replied carefully. “We’re still verifying—”
“Stop verifying,” I cut in. “ You need ot know what you are walking into or people are going to die. This is an active threat zone and a potential war-grade event.”
Another pause. Shorter this time.
“What’s your assessment?” the voice asked.
I glanced at the live feed again—at the glowing scar cut through the grounds, at the way movement on the property had collapsed into frantic, uncoordinated clusters.
“There are civilians on site,” I said. “We believe a group of children are being held north of the compound. The level-seven siege spell you are undoubtedly detecting was cast by our operative. You are walking into an actively hostile force with significant personnel. Expect a large, flexible mercenary group known as the Gravebound, an Aura Swordsman clan, and a Force Arcanum caster of unknown attitude.”
I didn’t soften it.
“If you don’t treat this as a hostile operation with mass-casualty potential, you will lose control of the site before your boots hit the ground.”
Silence.
Then, quieter, “Who cast it?”
I didn’t answer right away.
Because that question mattered more than they realized.
“Someone who can make a difference,” I said instead. “He is moving to secure civilians north of the compound.”
“Understood,” the voice said, this time without hesitation. “We’re escalating.”
Good.
I cut the line and leaned back, exhaling slowly. My hands were steady. That almost bothered me more than if they hadn’t been.
Bonnie’s voice came through a moment later, breathless and sharp. “They’re spinning. Hard. Whatever command structure they had just folded. Cale bought us time.”
“Minutes,” I said. “Not much more.”
“I know,” she replied. “But he needed it.”
I watched the feeds shift again, recalibrating around the new reality. Everyone was reacting now—moving pieces, changing priorities, abandoning plans that no longer made sense.
All because one man had decided subtlety was finished.
I’d worked with mercenaries my whole adult life. I’d been one. I knew what it looked like when someone crossed the line from contract to conviction.
Cale had crossed it deliberately.
Somewhere north of the main lodge, a secondary structure flickered into clearer focus on my display—quiet before, now lighting up with sudden activity as systems woke and people started to run.
“There,” I said softly. “That’s where he’s going.”
Bonnie didn’t argue.
Neither did I.
Because whatever this was—whatever Kharos thought he was building—it wasn’t going to survive contact with someone who treated a seven-grade spell like a tool instead of a warning.
I only hoped the island would survive the night.
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Yoursinta
YES accidentlly published it when it wasn't done - my changes from my editing didn't get saved so it made no sense. Give me a bit I am fixing it
Caleb Reusser
Is there a reason Chapter 46 is locked to me - even though I got the email notification about it?
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