Wish upon the Stars (Original Superhero cultivation sci fi litrpg)

[Malcolm Tent]

Our trip to Rackham wasn't immediate. I'd neglected one very important thing during the god fight. Namely, the breakthroughs. All these people had come out of a dungeon, and most were locked at a specific rank because of circumstances. C-rankers couldn't leave at all, and D-rankers couldn't leave if they ranked up.


My wish power had changed the game for the C-rankers, temporarily suppressing them, but the suppression had worn off by the time the fight was over, and they were ready to break through. Crell, Carmichael, and Alanna were all at Legendary with a skill, which required a Chronicle. It did NOT require a Chronicle condensed from that skill, or it wouldn't have been possible for them to GET to Legendary, but it gave them the foundation they needed.


One, two, three B-rankers breaking through. Carmine and Delilah weren't QUITE there yet, but they were on track, and at least three of my other C-rankers were most likely going to be able to reach the threshold within a few months.


Which was to say, my ten B-rank slots were officially full even if I didn't manage to recruit anyone from Dom's clan.


On top of that, eighty of my D-rankers had broken through, way more than expected, taking me from sixty to one hundred and forty, with some more looking to make the jump before we made the trip to the competition.


"This was a surprisingly productive trip," I told my mother as we sat together on the way back. "We broke off our search for people to help my friends and ended up finding them anyway." She'd dragged me away to check me over for injuries then hugged me for ten straight minutes after the battle ended. Apparently Rackham had worried her much less than this divine bullshit. Which was fair, given the stakes.


She shrugged. "That's how it works sometimes. Recursion is weird. Sometimes it gives you exactly what you need, and other times…" she grimaced. "That void shallow is a mess. It still needs to be cleaned up. We left Schrader behind to coordinate the imperial response, because this is on the edge of Empire space. But don't think this is over. The void have entered the war. We got rid of one of the vanished gods, and now we have a whole new swarm of enemies."


I hummed to myself. "What if we didn't?" I asked slowly. "Or, like, we do, obviously. But what if we had two less?" I told her about the Lady and Verdyn. "If we can convert them to allies, we would deal a solid blow to the enemy forces, cutting them in half, at least if you count Raxus being gone."


"That won't work," she said bluntly. "It's a nice thought, but I told you why the gods only allow six. Too many deities will influence the Impact of the universe. It'll elevate us all into a higher realm, and we aren't ready for it."


"But that's realspace, right?" I said quickly. "The void doesn't count, that's where they've been the whole time. If they stay in the void not only would it not compromise reality, but we'd have a pair of combatants already over there. You mentioned their worlds were in the void, and those manifestation domains were just slight protrusions into our world. Our gods were beating theirs because this is their home ground. So wouldn't the void be THEIR home ground?"


She paused, thinking it through. "It's not impossible," she admitted. "I can try to talk to my mother, but you need to understand that this isn't something my parents can decide. This is god business, which means you need the deities to weigh in. Most of them won't even MEET with mortals. My grandmother lives by her own rules, and my grandfather came to help because we really needed it, but don't mistake meeting with gods for a daily occurrence.


"Not to mention that we would need an emissary that they would trust. And since other gods can't go into the void easily, it would need to be someone important, but not strong enough to be seen as a threat." Her tone was absent, more like she was turning it over in her head than trying to actively deny me.


But I latched onto that last part. "Someone like…the current Wishmaster?"


"No!" she snapped, eyes widening as her gaze snapped to mine. "Under no circumstances Shane. That's out of the question. Forget that you might not win this succession war at all, forget the the Wishmaster is still beholden to the council, and forget that the void is far too dangerous for the WCP to let you risk it, I won't allow my child to run off into the darkness beyond reality to try to make FRIENDS with evil gods."


I raised an eyebrow at her. "Are we really throwing around the E word in present company?"


She coughed. "My grandmother is…complicated. But she helped us this time. And you seem to be growing on her."


"Not as much as Bethy," I said, pointing across the deck of the Acheron to where Black Sorrow was currently BRAIDING Bethy's hair as the vampire girl chattered amiably to a bunch of stupefied C-rankers.


"Yes, that's concerning," she admitted. "I'm trying not to think about it. Morgan does not look happy." Sure enough, the Vampire himself was glaring at the pair of them, looking like he wanted to storm over and yank her away. But…he didn't. His eyes were oddly sad, and he eventually sighed and looked away. It made me think about the story Bethy had told in the dungeon. I wondered if Morgan felt quite as positive about that experience as he came across from her point of view. Somehow I didn't think so.


I sighed and shook my head to clear it. "Look, no use talking about it now. We need to win the succession war for it to matter, apparently." Another reason for me to put my all into becoming the next Wishmaster. "We still have what, four months left? Do we need to start heading over?"


My mother sighed and nodded. "I heard from your father. He's making his way there personally, and will be meeting us when we arrive. It's actually a bit more than four months, but we've been travelling in the opposite direction from the Heirworld. If we want to make it in time, we should start the journey soon. We have a few days, or even weeks if we push, but after the banquet with my grandparents we should leave."


I locked onto a specific word she used. "What exactly is an Heirworld? I keep hearing about the succession war, but how does it work? What exactly IS the succession war? How do we decide who takes the top spot? Is it just a death battle?"


"Not death," she said with a shake of her head. "Conquest. I was actually on your father's team during his attempt, so I know more about than most. But not as much as some."


"She means me," Zeke said as he dropped into a chair next to us. "But yeah, we're on the way now, so I guess it's finally time to fill you in. I've been avoiding bringing it up, given how crazy things have been. Didn't want to distract you."


I chuckled at that. "I guess I can understand that. But I think it's time to finally catch me up."


"It's said, by and large, that the WCP is a floating faction." He said, having taken a moment to consider his words. "This is mostly true. But we DO have at least one dedicated planet. Of course, it's not EXACTLY WCP territory. We don't interfere with anything that happens there, in order to keep the testing conditions pristine. But the majority of the forces there reflect the WCP branches and factions anyway. That would be the Heirworld."


My mother nodded. "The Heirworld is a planet specifically terraformed for the succession war. It's existed as long as the Wish Curse Palace, having been established by the first Wishmaster personally."


"So it's some kind of homeworld?" I asked worriedly. "Like a spot for all the elites to gather?"


Zeke snorted. "I suppose you could phrase it that way. But I wouldn't. Don't forget the Wishmaster is a god. He has his own world, even if it isn't a physical home planet. No, the Heirworld isn't a training camp. It's a prison. The worst of the worst end up there. Anyone too brutal for the WCP, and that's a high bar, gets tossed on the Heirworld. It's left to fester and rot between competitions, but when the succession war rolls around, that's when that place really heats up."


"Why?" I didn't see why they would participate if they were imprisoned. Wouldn't they want to kill as many of us as possible?


"Because the people following the top candidate get to LEAVE," he said grimly. "It's a once in a lifetime chance, and you have to back the right horse. Once you commit to a backer, you're stuck with them. So the wars get nasty, because the local factions will do anything to force their candidate to the top of the heap. Not to mention old grudges can flare up, because a lot of the old factions from the last succession war are still around."


"I'm still stuck on the prison thing," I said dazedly. "This is a whole planet full of people the WCP thought were too hardcore to leave running around? Why would I let any of them out?"


Zeke shrugged. "Not exactly. Lots of the reasons people end up there are political. I've told you before, the WCP doesn't DO morality. There are a couple of real monsters lurking down there, granted, but none of them are S-rank or higher. Plus you can request information on locals through your branch if necessary."


"My branch?" I asked. "Like…through my dad's dad? Because I don't even know him."


"You will," he assured me. "Trust me. Malachai won't miss the succession war. None of the branch heads will. The whole council will be in attendance. They'll be watching from a space station in orbit over the Heirworld." He grinned at me. "Hope you're excited, kid. You're finally going to meet the other side of the family."


My mother grimaced. "I'd prefer he didn't. Malachai is a cold hearted bastard. I have no idea how Eli turned out as well as he did." I gaped at her in disbelief, and she smiled bitterly. "Yes, he's THAT bad."


"Malachai isn't so bad," Zeke said wryly. "He's not NICE, but he cares about his kids. He always took care of Eli and his brother and sister."


"Out of guilt," my mother pointed out. "Because he left their mother and got remarried for political reasons and had ten OTHER kids." I knew about that, actually. Nat had told me. Her mother Allison was my dad's full sister, and he had a brother named Felix. His half siblings I was much less clear on.


Zeke didn't seem to have an argument for that, just shrugging again. Meanwhile, I was fixated on everything I had learned. The succession war was finally here, or would be soon enough, and now I had another reason I had to win. If I could pull it off, not only would I be able to grow fast enough to help my friends survive the coming storm, but I might be able to use my influence to save the Lady and get us an ally all in one fell swoop.


Maybe that was beyond my pay grade, but for some reason, I was convinced it would be necessary. The Void had come into play in a big way, but I somehow got the impression this was just beginning. The god war wasn't the real disaster, it was just the opening salvo, and my fate sense was screaming at me that things would only get worse.


I'd go to the banquet, meet my great grandfather properly, and spend a bit of time with my friends, but once I left, I was going to buckle down and do some serious training. Once the story of this most recent adventure got out, I should be raking in the points, and if I was lucky I'd make it to at least halfway to C-rank before arrival. I'd need every advantage I could get.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

Arriving back on Rackham was surprisingly nostalgic. Not just because we'd brought my friends home safe, but because after the dark and despair filled dungeon, the gentle forests of Rackham were practically paradise.


"We're back!" Shouted Ray in relief, hurling himself off the shuttle to literally kiss the grass. "I'm so happy to be home."


Elena chuckled as she jumped down. "You'd think you were the one with a kid here. You're not even from this planet, what are you so excited about?" Despite her words, her tone was every bit as fond and exasperated as I'd expected from her. Elena was everyone's big sister, and she seemed to have bonded with the others while they were imprisoned.


We'd settled in at a large inn located in the capital, and my mother had rented the place out for the banquet, dropping more money that I'd seen in my life arranging seating and food for everyone. With hundreds of people here, it was a tight squeeze even in the biggest banquet hall, and she'd paid extra for the best chefs.


"So, Shane," my great grandfather said as he sat beside me. "Tell me about yourself? I've heard plenty of stories, but as we all know, legends so rarely tell the whole tale. Not to mention some of the sources were…prone to exaggeration."


Black Sorrow slammed her hands down on the table, glaring at him ferociously. "Was that a shot at me? You want to die hypocrite? I already killed one god today, I'll do it again!'


"Mother!" my grandmother snapped reproachfully. "You promised you'd be civil for this dinner!"


Black Sorrow sputtered. "He's clearly baiting me! You all saw it! Look at his smug fucking face!" She pointed at the Red Revenant, who stared back at her with an innocently puzzled expression so flawless it had to be fake.


Celia rolled her eyes. "You stop it too, dad. Honestly, do you have to wind her up every time you see her?"


He smiled modestly. "It's a gift," he winked at the goddess. "Besides, she's cute when she's angry." Black Sorrow snorted, looking away sulkily, but I could have sworn I saw her lips twitch. Seeing the complete lack of sympathy from his daughter, he sighed. "Fine, I'll be nice too. I was being sincere with my question though, I want to know more about my great grandson."


I decided that pointing out how he hadn't wanted that BEFORE wouldn't be productive. They'd showed up to save our lives, and granted, it had been Black Sorrow's fault we'd been in danger to start with, but I wasn't unhappy with how things turned out.


So I filled him in on my life up to now. My childhood, my early days as an Ascendant, and some of my adventures.


To my surprise, Black Sorrow seemed as enraptured as he did. I didn't know how to feel about her, honestly. She'd been a serious problem for me, but I knew now that everything she'd done had been lining up ducks to make this happen. I couldn't even process that kind of scheming, but knowing that any of our interactions could have been subtly shaded to make me do or think a specific thing was…unsettling.


In the end though, we'd come out ahead. I was going to net a large windfall of stats from all this, and she'd come to protect me when I needed it. As much as I resented some of her nonsense, seeing her there in front of me when the enemy gods had arrived was the most relieved and safe I'd felt in a long time.


This was the side of her that my grandmother saw, the one that pushed her to defend the erratic goddess even when she did something inexcusable, and I kind of got it. Black Sorrow was condescending, ruthless, and manipulative…but she cared. About all of us. I could see that. Even the Red Revenant held a special place in her heart. Given how easily she'd manipulated us into baiting out Raxus, I didn't believe that she couldn't have killed him if she'd been really trying, not with such a long time to do it and when he had such an obvious blind spot for her.


My grandmother's "death" had damaged their relationship, though I had no idea if it was the only factor. Now that they'd been angry for so long, I wasn't sure they knew how to make peace. Or rather, that she did.


Mom had told me privately that she hadn't seen her grandfather this lively in a long time. Being here with his wife, even as the object of her ire, was clearly a joy to him. Watching them together, I felt my heart ache. I imagined that was me and Callie. Imagine watching her look at me with that kind of tentative animosity.


Not that it wasn't warranted. The Revenant had known their daughter was alive and kept it from her. I wondered if she was the same person she had been back then though. Black Sorrow was erratic and vicious when provoked, but would she really have killed us all? Would she have killed the father of her own granddaughter? Or had she changed after so long without my grandmother?


Losing a child would make anyone different. Was this a completely new version of Black Sorrow? One who had mellowed after losing everything? I knew from interacting with the Lady that gods COULD change.


"Shane?" my mother said worriedly. "You ok?"


Callie reached over to squeeze my hand. "He's fine. He just gets lost in his head sometimes. He's always been more introspective than most people give him credit for."


"Translation, he has the attention span of a gnat," said Benny with a snicker.


"Shouldn't you be training with Sebastian?" I asked vindictively. "Do you really have time for all this socializing? You're going to need to put in the work to hit D-rank before the succession war, you know."


He glared at me. "Shut up, I'm working on it. Don't try to change the subject."


"Speaking of problems I'm working on," I turned to Jessie. "I have some good news for you. Callie and I did a bit of trial and error, and it seems like it's finally time. No rush, but whenever you're ready, I can finally do it. I can bring your brother back."


Jessie froze, her fork halfway to her mouth. Her girlfriend, Alyssa (Tasha's daughter and a D-rank dryad) shot her a concerned glance, but Jessie just stared at me. "It's…time? You can really do it?" She shot a look at Callie. "And what about…other people?" My wife winced, averting her eyes, and I frowned at her questioningly as I felt a pulse of guilt through the bond.


"That's not…" she said slowly. "I don't want to steal focus. We still have to bring back Alan, and Perit later on, I'd love to see Batty again, but-"


"But nothing," I said as I realized what she'd been thinking about. "Of course we can bring him back. I'm just sorry he missed the wedding. I'm sure he'd have liked to be there for the ceremony."


Attic Bat had been one of Callie's oldest friends. When she'd run away from home at sixteen, he'd taken her ion and kept her safe. He was murdered by the same person who'd killed Jessie's brother, a traitorous serial killer named Stricture who he'd been helping us try to catch.


Honestly I'd almost forgotten him. While he'd been a huge part of Callie's life, he'd died before I got a chance to meet him. I honestly felt like an asshole for not remembering, but we'd been through a LOT since then, and his death hadn't been as impactful for me as it had for Callie. She must have been hiding it from me too, because I hadn't picked it up through the bond. How deeply had she buried that?


I brought her hand up to my mouth, kissing it gently as I smiled at her. Among family I didn't bother with the mask, not with actual gods here. "We can arrange yours at the same time as Jessie's, a scroll for each of you. I just so happen to have exactly two in reserve for emergencies."


My mother beamed at me. "See, my boy is the sweetest. He gets that from his father. Eli used to do romantic things for me all the time when we were younger."


I gaped at her in open disbelief. To my surprise, Zeke nodded. "She's right. They were almost as disgustingly sweet as you two are. I used to mock him about it mercilessly. Now that everything is settled and he's meeting back up with us…" he smirked. "I'm looking forward to seeing how miserable Sasha is going to make him forcing him to make up for your childhood."


She smiled sweetly. "Don't be silly, I would never make my husband miserable. If he feels that he has some things to make up for and decides to put in the effort to make it up to our family, I support him in that course of action. If he doesn't…well, people change their minds."


Her glance at me was a bit guilty, and I could tell she wanted to force dad to make everything he had done up to me. The thing was, I wasn't sure that was even possible, and even if it was…I'd moved on. I still wasn't happy with how he'd handled things, but I could see where he was coming from, and I knew how complicated the situation had been.


I also knew that she was going to feel guilty if she didn't, since she blamed herself every bit as much as him. I had come a long way in my relationship with my mother, and in some ways I thought that not holding it against her made it WORSE for her. I shook off the various dramatic issues surfacing after so long and glanced at my great grandparents, who were sitting in silence, eating and glancing at each other when they thought the other wasn't looking.


Smiling, I dug into my food. The steak was excellent, the company was good, and for the first time in a long time, I felt…whole. We'd killed a god, I was with my whole family (minus my dad, but I wasn't too bothered), I wasn't under threat of death from any external factions, and I had months before I had to be ready for the succession war.


Not to mention I was finally keeping my word to Jessie, and helping my wife get over a devastating loss at the same time. Especially after seeing the darkness and depression in the dungeon, I couldn't help but appreciate what I had and how lucky I was to have it.


After everyone finished eating, my grandmother convinced her parents to stay for dessert, but eventually Black Sorrow got pissed at the Revenant again and almost attacked him, so we called the family dinner a tentative success and she sent them on their way. Then we all headed over to the inn.


The next day we met with the others to say goodbye. Elena was staying home with her husband and kids, though she insisted we stop in to say hi to Simon, and I left him one of my scrolls for the day just in case he needed something.


Once we said our goodbyes, we brought most of them along with us. Ray, Desria, Cavallo, Chess, and of course, Bella, all came with us. The Acheron was surprisingly capable of containing so many of our people, and it wasn't even that crowded. There were whole sections of the ship I hadn't even seen yet.


We found an out of the way spot and Callie and Jessie made their wishes. They paid me a C-rank chit each for the resurrections, and they went surprisingly smoothly. After that, we officially left Rackham space and set our course for the Heirworld. In just a few short months, the final fight over future of the WCP would begin. But hey, no pressure.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

I considered during the trip what to do with my wishes, and I came to the decision that I was growing too fast. I'd get the stats and renown eventually, but for now, I really needed to learn to actually use my new abilities, and even my old ones. I stockpiled my scrolls and suppressed my stats as we traveled, and put in the effort training with all of my forms during the trip.


The Ten Demons tree was used to refine each of my forms, slowly polishing and improving them. I saw a marked improvement in each, though nothing as astonishing as the one Belial had shown. My first form had been created back when I knew very little about being an Ascendant, and I'd left a lot of potential untapped. The rest of them I had a better handle on, and my improvements were more quantitative than qualitative with them.


Still, five months of travel meant five months of scrolls, giving me a whopping twelve hundred of the damned things.


The training had been effective for more than just me, though. Everyone was getting in their last minute polishes on their strength. Benny, Abel, Bethy, Jessie, Callie, even my sister had been training hard in preparation for the succession war, and frankly, the resources we had available to us made it an effective stretch of time for our growth.


Benny had been training with Sebastian, the necromantic aide de camp of Morgan Lark, whose mad scientist like approach to corpse construction had some symbolic similarities to his own power. He'd officially broken through to D-rank after quite a bit of work (what that work WAS I had no idea, Sebastian would take him on trips and they'd vanish for days and then meet back up with the ship), and was getting pretty scary.


Abel was training with Bethy, whose grasp on using blood energy was much more intuitive than his own. He'd confided in me that she was a great teacher, though her insistence on coming up with a dizzying array of A themed fake names for him was exhausting. He was starting to forget his actual name.


Callie was training with my mother, but also with Mel. While learning from high rankers was effective, the other fire used had spent quite some time polishing her abilities at a lower rank, and had more than a few helpful insights.


Jessie had broken through to D-rank pretty easily, but had spent most of the time bonding with her brother. Now that Alan was back, I could see a weight lifted off my friend's shoulders that I hadn't even known was there. She was constantly smiling, constantly energetic, and she would make trips around the ship, topping up people's energy while she showed Alan around, generally spreading good cheer and her own reputation.


That was one unique thing about healers. Combatants had trouble building rep outside of combat, with no dynamic action to take. Someone like Jessie, meanwhile, could just recharge everyone during their own training and her reputation grew by the day.


Bethy had been coming back for treatments alongside my cousin Felicity, who was, at this point, mostly completely healed. The C-ranker was still quiet and withdrawn, but now it was more companionable silence than traumatized blankness. What really threw me was that she had started spending a ton of time with Cark, and had bonded deeply with Cassidy. The three of them were inseparable, though no one was really willing to ask if they were romantically involved, since we were just happy to see her opening up to someone and didn't want to ruin it.


With the approach to the Heirworld coming up though, we'd all decided to meet to summarize our gains, and what better way to do that than a big family dinner.


"This is so good!" My wife groaned as she scarfed down another sandwich. "Why haven't you made this before?"


I rolled my eyes, making myself a sandwich. I'd slow roasted some beef with homemade gravy, and we were all making sandwiches with it, just cut open the bun and slap some cheese on there (always apply cheese first to seal the gravy so the bread doesn't get soggy). I'd made a huge pot of the stuff, and even then it was a little tight, even with just the main group around to share with.


Cooking for large groups was a much different activity than making a meal for a few people, and I didn't have much practice at it. I just shrugged. "Hard to feed so many. It did turn out good though, huh?"


I'd actually tried something a little different. Namely, I'd prepared C-ranked meat this time. Aside from the slow cook, I'd also used my poison fire to tenderize the meat (it had taken a week, and I'd had to use a VERY low level of power to do it right). It had been a huge pain, but it was such an ordeal, that, combined with all my previous progress and accumulation, over the course of this trip I'd hit Master in cooking.


Taking a big bite of the sandwich, I hummed with contentment. It really was fantastic. I'd cheated horrendously during prep, using Dantalion to thoroughly identify every aspect of my ingredients and to monitor the tenderizing process, but it had definitely been worth it.


"So, Attic Bat," I asked my wife's former mentor. "How have you been adjusting?"


The tall, thin man was even twitchier than I had guessed when I'd seen his body so long ago. His eyes flicked around the room constantly, and last I'd heard he'd holed up in a boiler room on the lower levels of the ship. Being underground made him more comfortable, according to Callie. The fact that we were in space didn't seem to matter, so I just left him to do his thing, offering whatever help I could.


He blinked far too much, and had a tendency to take a split second longer to respond to questions than most people, but he was generally a pretty polite and cheerful guy, if a bit nervous. "Oh?" he asked with a blink. "Adjusting? Yes. Adjustments. Many things to adjust to."


I'd been worried we might have messed something up bringing him back, causing some kind of trauma, but Callie had assured me he was just like that. Alan had been much less thrown by the whole experience, though he was having his own difficulties. Namely, the fact that his precious baby sister was now MUCH stronger than he was, and had her own life and friends he didn't know for the most part.


Jessie didn't begrudge him the attempts at protectiveness, bringing him everywhere and happily letting him pretend she wasn't basically his bodyguard. I glanced over to where he was sitting, digging into his own food with relish (the adjective not the substance, I'd have lost my mind).


"So, how is everyone's training going?" I glanced around, especially at my B-rankers. "Crell, you've been training with my uncle, right? How is it?"


"I'm blown away," he admitted unwillingly. "I've never met anyone so tricky or deceitful. I've learned so much. He knows things about my abilities even I don't know. I'd already trained up to the peak of Legendary in my time in the dungeon. I feel like with so much new information, I might be able to break Mythic soon."


I beamed at him. "That's amazing! Oh, also, weird question, what IS your ability? You can't rank a main Skill up past your current rank, so Doubt has to be secondary, right? What's your primary ability?"


"I was wondering about that, actually," Benny cut in. "You need to merge your Solid Path with your main Skill to condense a Chronicle, right? But you used the Chronicle as the foundation of your current Legendary Skill at C-rank, right? How could you do both at the same time? Don't those conflict?"


I shook my head, fielding this one. "Same logic as my pseudo domains. The Chronicle provides a foundation to withstand the soul weight of the higher ranked Skill, but it doesn't need to be the basis of it. It's more of a bar for entry than a required element."


Theoretically, that meant I could rank one of my non main Skills up past Master, but the amount of time and effort needed to hone one to that level was prohibitive, considering everything I had going on. Still, knowing that Crell might be able to hit Mythic with Doubt was a big boost to my confidence. It wasn't exactly the same as having an extra A-ranker, but it would definitely give us an edge. There might not be any other upranked Ascendants in any of the other factions.


Unfortunately, Crell was the only one likely to be capable of that feat. Carmichael and Alanna were my only other two who had ranked up a Skill in C-rank, and neither of them had been at Legendary long enough to push it to the peak before breaking through.


Naturally, all that talk about his Skill breaking through to Mythic had us all excited and anxious to see what he could do. We finished eating quickly before heading for a training room where we could see what he was capable of. Naturally, in order to best show off his Skills he needed to fight another B-ranker. Rather than a newbie, I asked Heather, Daysia's mother, to face him, and she seemed more than happy to have a chance to test her Skills.


The two of them were eager to fight, so we kicked off the battle pretty quick, and Daysia seemed thrilled to have a chance to watch her mother work. Heather was a powerful Dryad, having a bond with her B-rank tree that acted a lot like my bond with Callie.


To my shock, when the battle started, she manifested a kid of…tree shadow behind her. It reminded me of the one inside my soul, but she was able to physically interact with the world with it, which was incredibly fascinating to watch. Honestly, a lot of it probably went over my head. I'd watched high level fights before, but watching this one I'd activated Dantalion, and I realized pretty quickly that there was a LOT going on that I couldn't see.


Every blow seemed to be infused with meaning and weight that I could only vaguely recognize. Maybe it was mythology, or some embryonic form of domain, or even the same essence of willpower I used myself, just in a higher form that was hard to recognize, but the longer I watched, the more entranced I became.


Sadly, the battle didn't last as long as I might have liked. I actually missed a lot of it by focusing so hard. Overlooking the forest for the trees, so to speak. Still, I caught some of the proceedings, and seeing Crell talk Heather in circles and slowly divert her attacks was impressive. Once it ended though, everyone wanted to go next and show off the results of their training.


While that sounded fun, we needed a scale of progress, not individual combat assessments, so I shut it down. Most of our party got bored and went back to the dinner to keep eating all my food. I specifically stopped Callie, Jessie, and Benny though.


"We can all spar later, but for now, I want to check in with the team." I told them eagerly. "Which means it's share time ladies and gentlemen. Adjust your condition and accept your stats, because once we're all settled up, I want to see your stat sheets."


Five months of training would make a huge difference for all of us. I was excited to see exactly how far I'd gone myself, and checking on my wife's progress after her new trait was a must, not to mention seeing how Benny and Jessie were doing in D-rank. I was pretty sure none of them were going to disappoint me.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

Obviously, before I started us off, my first task was the unfortunate duty of finally letting all of my stats hit me. I was NOT looking forward to this. Sure, It wasn't even a doubling, as far as I knew, but considering JUST the scrolls were going to net me a whopping NINETY THOUSAND stat points, I was pretty sure the rest of my income was going to be rough.

My twelve hundred scrolls had, of course, been passed around long ago and arrangements had been made for their use. I'd tried to do the best I could balancing out my stats, so I'd had a pretty decent chunk of that put into Creation, but I suspected the income from five months of my spreading legend was going to make a big difference there. Chances were things like Might and Vitality were about to spike pretty hard, so my salad days of perfectly balanced stats were an illusion that was bound to never appear in reality.

So, with the grim surrender normally only seen in men on their way to the gallows and parents whose children have to do a fundraiser for their childcare center, I finally released the tight grip on my soul and allowed my suspended stats to hit me all at once.

Wishmaster candidate status. D-rank. Ability:

Master Wish- Eight times a day grant a Master wish in return for proper compensation. Wish must be feasibly achievable by the candidate's own efforts within a three day period with current statistics.

Master Path of the Doom Sovereign- A Solid Path toward a great destiny.

Might-208,619

Impact-105

Fantasy-99,703

Vitality-111,854

Focus-129,766

Perception-128,014

Creation-80,372

Progress to next rank:758,430/1,000,000

Soul strength- Amethyst Soul Body

Chronicle: Ten Demons Tome

wish scrolls stockpiled: 0 (7 in the possession of friends to be used over time)

Bonded companion: Archimedes (Life Nova Phoenix)

Weapon: Ten Demons Tree (reincarnation tree staff that lets him simulate alternate lives to perfect his forms, and when combined with the library lets him simulate and deduce techniques in a process called the "Wisdom of Solomon")

Stored:7 shadow attacks, 10 shadow jump (seven in reserve), 10 Stealth charges, 0 fire attacks, 10 triple strenth tranq blows (ten in reserve), 0 triple strength density shifted attacks. 10 spider leg attacks (ten in reserve), 0 heal bursts (0 reserve), 3 gravity attacks, 1 shadow clone, 18 scan heals (I-rank ability so Shane can hold more)

Financial resources: 3 C-ranked, 42 D-ranked(worth 100 E-ranked, past master rank is a watershed)

Skills: Master Path of the Doom Sovereign, Lesser Valtek Mastery, Mastery of Cooking, Lesser Inventing Mastery, Beginner Balam Mastery, Minor Fire Manipulation Mastery, Minor Piano Mastery, Minor Guitar Mastery, Minor First Aid Mastery, Master Angelic Bond, Expert Dust Construction Mastery

DS Subskills. Monk: Stone Limb, Moonlit Night, Consecration of Flame, Ripple Running, State of Grace, Steam Arrow, Afterburner, Pit of Despair, Mountain Stance.

Rogue: Mercy Kill, Double Trouble, Touch of Tears, Flurry of Blows, Heavy hands, Marked for Death, False Fatality, Blood Curse, Creeping Darkness

Diviner: Overlay, Song of the Soil, Rhythm of the Wild, Eye of Revelation, Danger Sense, Piece of Mind

Goetia Staff Art:

First form- Belial. Touch of Tears, Stone Limb, Consecration of Flames

Techniques: Abomination Engine- uses Mephistopheles flame to supercharge the magmatic body of Belial, creating a demonic machine of pure destruction

Second Form- Mephistopheles. Consecration of Flame, Afterburner, Mercy Kill, Marked for Death.

Techniques: Cosmic Collapse: condensed sphere of black flame that explodes out one side amplifying force. Mephisto's Waltz: Movement technique, Damnatio Memoriae: causes the ground iself to dissolve best used on mountains to cause avalanches

Circle of Damnation: defensive technique through destruction

Third form- Mornax. Stone Limb, Triple Strength Density Shifting (x10 F-rank stored attacks), Mountain Stance

Fourth form - Zagan. Heal Burst, Purifying Flame, Consecration of Flame, Afterburner

Techniques: Life Nova, purifying and healing version of Cosmic Collapse.Genesis Burst: enhanced version of Life Nova designed to repair soul damage.

Fifth form- Bael. Moonlit Night, Eye of Revelation (inverted), Afterburner (full effectiveness is seven times base Perception due to stacking, can only currently stack a single stat, unlike wish power which stacks them all)

Sixth form- Beelzebub. Piece of Mind, Stone Limb, Dust Construction, Shadow Clone. Create twelve copies (thirteen versions total) of Shane, each copy able to use a single form without straining Shane's soul past the strain of the original technique, which is only slightly more of a strain than a normal form and still allows one additional form to be used without overstraining. Can't remote control the forms, but can communicate with them remotely via telepathy principles from Paired Dueling. Might and Perception stacking, most versatile and well designed form yet.

Seventh form- Agares. Pit of Despair, Dust Construction, Stone Limb, Shadow Manipulation, Afterburner. Ability to mold and shape the earth, into black liquid tar, solid abyssal stone, or burning ash

Eighth form- Dantalion. Eye of Revelation, Overlay, Song of the Soil, Scent of Truth, Danger Sense, Piece of Mind, Rhthym of the Wild, Afterburner

Ninth form- Sammael. Baseline of angel trait, energy source: Enshrining Darkness. A more powerful baseline that acts as a foundation for all the other forms, allowing them to reach their true power. Amplified by the angelic bond.

Pseudo Domain:

First Circle of Hell- Limbo. Belial, Mephistopheles, Moonlit Night, Eye of Revelation. A psuedo Domain of confusion and mental manipulation, distorting the senses and controlling the body.

Recreated version: Piece of Mind, Overlay, Belial and Mephistopheles, Moonlit Night, Eye of Revelation. Uses Piece of Mind as it was meant to be used, to parse multiple timelines for Mephistopheles to destroy, forcing the victim to conform to a specific future.

Second Circle of Hell: Gluttony. Mephistopeheles, Mornax, Dark Reflection, False Fatality. Reinforces the body and uses the damage redirection skills to shift damage and pain into the pit of destruction in the stomach, consuming attacks to break them down for power. Can be used to fuel Abomination Engine.

Third Circle of Hell: Wrath. Mephistopheles and Agares. Creates an all consuming lake of burning dark ash infused with the fire of destruction.

Thirteenth Circle of Hell: Pride. The infernal library of techniques that serves as the foundation of the infernal realm. Deduce, refine, and perfect techniques. Refine and perfect Skills, albeit more slowly, and still requires a foundation of knowledge.

Fourth circle of Hell: Retribution. Dark Reflection, False Fatality, Gluttony to stockpile, Afterburner, Abomination Engine. Collects all the damage done to fuel Gluttony and inflicts it on the enemy.

Fifth circle of Hell: Murmur. Bael, Dantalion. Use Dantalion's overwhelming information gathering powers to more deeply eliminate traces of passage through Bael's perfected stealth.

Sixth circle of hell:Leviathan. Zagan, Promethean Fire Soul Body. complete immunity to mental attacks below B-rank, enhancement to purification of internal corruption.

Seventh circle of hell: Behemoth. Agares and Mornax. Creates limbs of constructs of invincible rock.

The weight of all those stats was…rough. Not insurmountable, of course, percentage wise I'd had bigger bumps. But three hundred and forty THOUSAND stat points was pretty intense. I felt the pressure as all that strength flooded me, but luckily, Callie was there to help, siphoning off some of the pain so I could stay on my feet through the process.

Honestly, it wasn't as bad as I'd feared. Five months of renown with my current level of infamy was pretty insane. I'd expected to maybe even hit C-rank on the trip, between the massive income from my scrolls and all the stories. But it seemed like they'd mostly kept my name out of things.

That was probably smarter, if I was being fair. While the dungeon run was fine on its own, and killing a few C-rankers was good press, getting credit for say, slaying a god would have been way too much for me to handle. Unlike Suvaya, who was an ancient god with no real worshippers to speak of, Raxus had been a powerful enemy deity with his own world and force. Not to mention a twin brother who I still didn't really have a handle on.

Black Sorrow had been the one to finish him anyway, so I didn't really deserve that credit. Still, the renown from all the C and D-rankers I saved and from the spreading of my personal legend over the course of nearly half a year had put me firmly three quarters of the way through D-rank, and I was thrilled to see it.

Depending on how I played things going into the succession war, I had a chance to hit C-rank myself while we were there.

While I could theoretically become the Wishmaster even as a D-ranker, part of me rebelled at the thought of being quite that far below the top rankers while running the show. If I could break C-rank and possibly start work on my Chronicle in advance, it would be a huge boost to my confidence.

Sure enough, when I finally wrote out all my stats and passed them to my friends, they were all heartily impressed. "Damn," said Callie appreciatively. "You're really blowing me out of the water here, love. And becoming the next Wishmaster is only going to make it worse."

I snorted. "With the passive boosts from your racial trait, you're probably still a bit stronger. Not to mention you still have to merge it with your Solid Path, which should push you up even higher. I don't see myself leaving you behind anytime soon. Though I can't say it doesn't feel good to have the edge. I AM probably going to hit C-rank first."

"You're both monsters," Benny said flatly. "I hit D-rank and have barely even started chipping away at that, and you're almost done."

Jessie giggled. "Yeah, I'm way behind too, though since it's mostly in VItality, I can still hold my own. But honestly I'm not too worried about it. I've just been having the best time hanging out with Alan and Alyssa." Her face got serious. "You can count on me for the succession war though. Whatever you need." She grabbed my hand tightly. "Seriously Shane, I owe you so much. I'm going to make sure you win this."

"Just focus on healing," I told her with a warm smile. "You're going to be minding the base, but we need you pumping up anyone who gets injured or starts to run low on energy."

I didn't know what we had to DO during this war, but I knew I wanted Jessie and Benny out of the way. I had some vague plans for how to keep my best friend busy, but for Jessie, the plan was pretty simple.

Luckily, Jessie not only didn't have any real interest in a war, she also knew from experience that this was the best way to help. Her support abilities were far and away the most important asset any of us had aside from possibly my Wish power. We'd seen back during our stint in the army exactly how big of a difference healers could make, and Jessie was the best of the best.

I turned to look at Callie. "Well, since they seem like they want to put it off a bit, I guess that means you're next. So let's see it. I want to know how much you've grown from your new upgrade." Because I had a feeling it was a substantial amount, even if she didn't keep up with my own blistering advancement.

She beamed at me. "Oh I thought you'd never ask. I'm not quite up to the point where you are, but don't think I'll be left behind that easily." Based on her demeanor, I was pretty sure her progress was going to be nearly as impressive as mine, and I couldn't have been more thrilled. When she got stronger so did I, and I had to admit, I really couldn't wait to see what her Heretic flame could do at a higher level. I was finally getting to the point where I was feeling comfortable with what was coming. We were really going to do this.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

After I finished checking my stats, it was Callie's turn. It had been a while since I'd seen her stats, not just the length of this trip, but a bit before that even. I knew my wife grew fast, and while she said she hadn't quite caught up, I was expecting quite a bit of progress from her, maybe even more than my own.


"So, you ready for this?" I asked eagerly. "I really want to see how much good the new trait did you. I'm not sure if you got the same boost Jessie did, given you didn't bond to an existing being like her, but having that extra power probably benefited your renown a ton over the last five months."


She beamed at me. "Oh it definitely did. And honestly, I don't think the costume hurt either. Changing my brand a bit seems to have helped get some attention. Who knew?"


"My dad," I said with a grimace. "As much as I hate to give him credit for anything."


I had mostly moved past my annoyance at my father after benefiting from the help he gave me when forming my Chronicle. I knew why he'd done the things he did, and as much as I didn't approve, I could accept that he cared about me. He was still a dick, and I wasn't planning to stop pointing it out anytime soon.


Callie just chuckled, pecking me on the cheek. If anyone got having a disappointing dad it was her. She was the last person who was likely to push me to forgive and forget.


I felt through the bond as she relaxed her soul, allowing that renown to pour into her. I just lent my support, offering her my metaphysical shoulder to handle the pressure like she had done for me. She grimaced, but powered through, and then when it was over, she let out a long breath and opened her eyes. She grinned at me. "I knew it would be good, but this is even better than expected." She pulled out a sheet of paper, copying down her stats.


Calliope Wyndham. D-rank. Ability: Master Abyssal Infiltration- Enter the shadows and emerge where you will within range, shape the darkness to your call, moving it as if it were part of your body, and even extend your senses through the shadows to spy on your enemies.


Might-157,550


Impact-105


Vitality-89,742


Fantasy-136,520


Focus-67,908


Perception- 76,375


Creation-56,485


Progress to next rank: 584,685/1,000,000


Soul Strength: Amethyst Soul Body


Skills: Master Path of the Abyssal Priestess, Minor Tracking, Beginner Dual Dagger Mastery, Intermediate Stealth, Intermediate Trap Mastery, Beginner Disguise, Lesser Balam Mastery, Mastery of Shadow Manipulation. Master Trait: Heretic Angel.


Path of the Abyssal Priestess- Solid. Technique: Dance of the Abyssal Fairy


I whistled. "Three hundred and fifty thousand or so points," I marveled. "That's pretty crazy. No wonder it was so uncomfortable. More than doubled. All that work you were doing with my great grandmother while I was on Rackham must have paid off. Especially combined with the renown from all those C and D-rankers."


She grimaced. "I…I think it was more than that. I think the Void has started to take notice of me. On a wider scale. Not sure how I can tell, just an instinct. I think a lot of that renown came from them."


That hadn't occurred to me. Renown, I knew, didn't have to be a positive thing. With Callie being noticed by the Void Children back in the shallow and the rest of the void entering said shallow to field their army, news of her bizarre affinity for the void was bound to get out. So much attention from so many creatures was a surefire way to spike her renown, but it definitely wasn't something to celebrate.


I suspected it would have been even worse if she wasn't so low ranked. Potential or not, I doubted any A or S-ranked Void Children cared much about a random D-ranker. I reached out to take her hand.


"The more they pay attention, the faster you hit peak D-rank, and the faster we can combine your path and racial traits." I grinned at her wolfishly. "Given how well your flames resist the void, I'm guessing mixing the two is going to produce some…interesting results. Let them talk, they're sowing the seeds of their own destruction. Just watch, in a few decades, Void Children will be too afraid to even think your name."


Callie was slowly growing into an almost ideal predator for void creatures. By the time we became gods, I shuddered to think what she might become. Well, no, I was super pumped. But the Void Children probably wouldn't be as excited.


"Can we leave your plans for universal domination for later?" Benny asked in annoyance. "SOME of us still have to show off. And mine is a doozy. Not the stats, because I only recently hit D-rank, and I'm not like you monsters. But my new ability is pretty fascinating. Sebastian taught me quite a bit, and it synergized really interestingly with my current build."


Benicio Cortez- E-rank. Ability: Master Necrotech Integration- Allows the integration of existing artifacts into the users body for the purposes of strengthening and enhancing them, three items per placement. Allows the integration of souls into created technology.


Might-65,044


Impact-105


Fantasy-23,486


Vitality-26,441


Focus-48,141


Perception-13,582


Creation-13,471


Progress to next rank: 203,852/ 1,000,000


Soul strength: Sapphire Soul Body


Current integrated tech. 14/30. Torso: E-ranked intangibility for short bursts, Three times multiplication of Might for five minutes. Right fist: triple punch. Left forearm: E-ranked energy barrier or variable shape. Left fist: minor slow acting tranquilizer effect. Right foot: Density shifting to create heavier kicks and more powerful jumps. Left Foot: momentum neutralization to allow stopping instantly. Head: slight cognitive boost to allow more thinking time, Three times multiplication of Focus for five minutes. Back: ability to grow a shell to tank damage. Chest: Pair of golden E rank spider legs that arch up from the shoulders. Waist: Belt of spiritual calming, Three times Multiplication of Perception for five minutes. Heart: Illusionary double, Three times Multiplication of Vitality for five minutes.


Skills:Minor Cooking Mastery, Mastery of Inventing, Mastery of Necromantic Engineering, Lesser Haggling Mastery, Minor Stealth Mastery


Path of the Dracolich-Illusory. Proto Technique: sword art, Dance of the Dracolich


I blinked at him. "Not like you monsters my ASS," I said in awe. I was blown away. Sure, it had been…what, seven or eight months since I checked on Benny's progress, but still. "You have a new Skill at Mastery? What the hell did Sebastian TEACH you?"


"Used a scroll to get that started," he admitted. "Took it up to peak Beginner, then pushed it from there. Not to mention there was a lot of crossover with Inventing. My Path helped a ton too. But yeah, Sebastian took me on all sorts of crazy ass adventures to grind that up. I am REAL good at grave robbing now. Zeke actually helped. Necromantic Engineering is based on the principles of mixing inventing with soul manipulation." He grinned at me fiercely. "Didn't think I was going to let you leave me behind forever, did you dick?"


I shrugged. "Not bad, but you have a lot of work to do. Your integrated tech is still way out of date. You have to replace all of that. I see you upgraded a few pieces to E-rank, but I'm guessing you haven't been at D-rank long enough to create what you need."


He grimaced. "It's harder now. My gear can be WAY scarier, similar to the kind of stuff Zeke can do, but it's also much more limited. With souls as one of my major inputs, I need strong enemies to make any decent artifacts. I had to go this route though. This was my plan to set the foundations for integrating my Solid Path when I form it."


"I figured," I said encouragingly, clapping him on the shoulder. "It's going to be a hell of a powerset when it's done. Plus we're heading into a literal warzone, so I don't foresee issues finding enemies whose souls you can use. Obviously we're going to be aiming at bad people for this."


"Of course," he assured me. "I'm willing to take shortcuts to catch up, but I'm not Zeke, or any member of the WCP. I wouldn't trap an innocent person inside an object. Even if the soul isn't EXACTLY a person."


I nodded. The relationship between soul and consciousness was complicated, but the mind wasn't the soul, it was part of the body. They were intricately connected, of course, but souls weren't sentient, not on their own. Benny would have never agreed to take that path otherwise. I turned to Jessie. "Alright Jess, last one. "Let's see what you've got. You broke through to D-rank not long after we last talked. I don't know what this lunatic has been doing to earn so many points, but you've had lots of attention as a healer onboard."


She grinned. "I don't think I did too bad. But you know how focused my development is." She pulled out a piece of paper, letting some stats hit her before filling it out, but it wasn't a huge dramatic shift like ours, more of a normal burst of renown. She hadn't been putting things off until the last minute.


Jessica Evans- D-rank. Ability: Master Thirionad Triat- Undying Lifestorm variant. A spirit of the wild, bonded deeply with the Undying Lifestorm Ursa Randall. The beginning of a line.


Might-45,625 (x2 effective multiplier from racial trait)


Impact-105


Fantasy-12,758


Vitality-179,587 (x 3 effective multiplier from racial trait)


Focus-9,755


Perception-15,765


Creation-13,958


Progress to next rank: 277,724/1,000,000


Pathath of the Green Sun- Illusory


Lifebound partner: Undying Lifestorm Ursa- Randall


Soul strength: Amethyst Soul Body


Skills: Mastery of Lifeweaving, Intermediate Horticulture, Expert First Aid, Minor Herbalism, Minor Flower Arrangement, Mastery of Beast Taming


Benny glared at her. "You're the worst. Must you always show me up? And why the hell are your modifiers showing and Callie's arent?"


She shrugged. "No idea on the modifiers, probably because her racial trait isn't integrated with her main ability yet. As for the stat gain, It's a snowball thing. My VItality is so high for my level that it produces outsized effects, which produce outsized results and outsized renown. My Might is falling way behind where I was expecting though. Besides, a bunch of those points are from other stats, which were so low for my level they got forcibly dragged up. And I started at ninety two thousand anyway. I got probably a hundred and eighty thousand points or so. I think it might even have been a bit less than you."


I just laughed and clapped him on the back. "Face it, we're all monsters. You're going to have to work your ass up to stay on our level. But I can see it now. You're on the way to amazing things. Who knows, in a hundred years, maybe we'll all be gods together. Though we might need to workshop your branding. You're on the way to something like that Stralthrem guy. We don't want you to be the god of dread fabrication part two."


He shuddered. "Good note. But I think my Dracolich imagery will help. I have some pretty interesting plans for that Path." Despite his teasing of Jessie, I could see his confidence, his determination, and his excitement.


My team had grown so much. Not enough to make it safe to go into this war, but enough that I wasn't quite as worried. We were in this together, and we would get out of it the same way. And when I finally won and became the Wishmaster, I'd be taking all of them with me. The universe wasn't going to know what hit it.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

Once we all coordinated stats (always good to know what your people are capable of) we headed up to the bridge to check on our progress. The Acheron, contrary to my initial impression, wasn't much smaller than the Necromedes. Instead, it was just more twisty. Lots of hallways leading to lots of chambers, but very few of them were larger than a standard ballroom.


The bridge, obviously, was the same size as before, and it gave us an easy view out over the planet we were approaching. Which was good because it was…a lot to take in.


"That's the biggest planet I've ever seen in my life," I said bluntly, staring down at the place in horrified fascination.


It was indeed the biggest planet I'd ever seen. It was colossal, easily ten times the size of any other planetary body I'd been around. Easily tens of thousands of miles across. The whole place was surrounded by a cage of what looked like flame bars. The bars were complicated and winding, forming strange patterns that made my head hurt to look at it.


"That's a formation, isn't it?" I asked with a grimace. "Some kind of containment apparatus?"


My grandfather, who was standing beside me, nodded approvingly. "Yup. It's a bit similar to the one on most ships. It suppresses the Impact on the planet's surface. Well, it USES the Impact, actually, to strengthen the cage. And THAT is the central control point." He pointed across the planet, to a large floating metal…well, it looked like a city.


"The space station you mentioned?" I tried not to state. "The one where all the WCP bigshots will be watching from?"


He nodded. "Pathema. It means suffering. Don't ask me why, the Wish Curse Palace loves their ghoulish imagery. The planet isn't exactly a fun place, but it's not THAT bad. At least from what I'm told."


"It's ok," my mother added from my other side. "I wouldn't go there on vacation, but it's not hell. It's not even that lawless. They have their own sort of order. Generations of prisoners have pretty much formed their own society. The new ones just get folded in. The only real shakeup is when people get out during the succession war."


I glanced around. My mom, Zeke, my grandparents, and the rest of my team were here. Apparently I wasn't the only one who wanted a look at our destination. "So, who are we expecting here?" I asked Zeke after a minute. "You know all the players. The different branch heads. I'm guessing they're all going to be here? Thirteen S-rankers? How about the old man? Is he coming?"


"Possibly," he said with a shrug. "He shows up sometimes. He was at Eli's, but none of us realized it until the end. He was being some E-ranker descendant for most of the meetings. Don't ask me how, I had no idea it was happening. Gods have weird ways of concealing themselves. Even the S-rankers never noticed. Of course, sometimes he DOESN'T come. So you can't assume. We were warned too, but it's just impossible to tell. Makes it kind of nerve wracking interacting with anyone, but it tends to keep things civil. Never know if you're going to snap at some D-ranker and get smote by divine wrath."


I laughed at that, and we all waited as the ship approached the station. When we docked, we all headed for the exit bay, and when we arrived, we were met by a familiar face. I beamed at my cousin, rushing over to scoop her up into a crushing hug. "Nat!" I laughed as I spun her around. "I didn't know you were coming. You're not in the competition, right?"


She chuckled, patting me on the back until I set her down. "Nope. But I wanted to come watch. And I'm not the only one." She glanced over her shoulder, and I heard Benny shout with excitement as Celine emerged from around a corner.


They were both firmly in the D-ranks, which was impressive, but not surprising, given they had been running part of a planet and had income in points. Still, I was glad to see it.


Behind Nat, though, I saw another pair of figures that weren't so recognizable. Not to me at least. Zeke and my mom both seemed to know at least one of them. A woman who looked to be in her early twenties, and a guy who looked my age. Zeke nodded to the woman. "Allison. Good to see you. Whose this? You have another kid?"


The woman, who I was pretty sure was my Aunt, shook her head. "This is Michael. Felix's son. He's inside talking to dad." She nodded to my mother. "Sasha. Been a long time. How is that psychotic brother of mine?"


Mom shrugged. "He has his good days. He'll be coming to participate, so you can ask him yourself."


Aunt Allison flinched, and I wondered what dad had done to get that reaction. As much as I disliked him sometimes, he wasn't the type to needlessly harm close family. Did she just buy into his rep too much? Or had she seen the things he did back during HIS succession war. I'd heard he made quite a name for himself.


My mom, who had been at that war, just smiled lightly. "He's mellowed a bit with age. Don't worry."


Zeke snorted in obvious disbelief, and Allison looked unsure, but quickly shook it off and turned to me. "And this must be Shane. I've heard quite a bit about you. My daughter is a big fan, and you've been making a lot of noise these days. Some people are saying they moved up this competition specifically because of you. After how thoroughly Aiden dominated the last succession war, another dual ability candidate makes the old timers nervous."


I shrugged. "More time would have been nice, but I'm not too worried. I'm here to win. Any other outcome is unacceptable."


She grinned. "Now you sound like my brother. Maybe this will be interesting after all."


They gestured for us to follow. "The branch heads are all here. Harrison and Malachai arrived earliest. Desmond, Warren, Selina, Danielle, and Christoph are all mingling, and the lower six are keeping to their rooms until closer to the big event."


I cocked my head, and Zeke explained. "There are thirteen branches of the WCP, one for each S-ranker. But the six lower branch heads are all relatively new. Under Aiden, the palace has seen some pretty unprecedented growth. Most Wishmasters are pretty reclusive, and they don't have much presence, leaving the faction to fly under the radar, coasting on the old man's reputation.


"Aiden is more…proactive," he sounded grudgingly admiring of the current Wishmaster. "He wields his power, directly interacts with other factions, and aggressively pushes through reforms that help us expand and solidify our grasp. Most Wishmasters after the old man worked through intermediaries, like they did during their faction buildup, but Aiden runs the WCP with an iron fist."


My Aunt sighed. "Not everyone likes that. The council is less than thrilled with his term. He's eroded more than a bit of their power base, swaying a large number of their elders over to his side on issues. While they run the branches and are the theoretical final authority, the WCP is very top down. Aiden has gotten to the point of being able to pressure enough of the other A-rankers to sway the votes when he needs them."


"I haven't been keeping up with faction politics," Zeke admitted. "But knowing him, that doesn't surprise me. You think that's why they have such a problem with Shane?"


"Probably. The Wishmaster's authority comes from the ancestor." Her terminology for the old man was much more respectful than ours. "As long as he doesn't overstep his authority, there's nothing the council can do to him directly. But in the past, they've always been able to exert indirect pressure through the elders. Candidates have private factions, but the WCP is a behemoth, and all the elders of the branch heads of the whole faction is a colossal force."


Zeke laughed. "But Aiden is a scary bastard. And because of that, he's swayed plenty of A-rankers of his own. Being stronger means his recruits are actual warriors, not just hollow greenhouse flowers made of wishes. At the high ranks, talents and determination matter. Paths are all about willpower and creativity."


That made me wince. "So, basically, the branch heads are under the impression that me winning would continue to erode their power base? Are they going to have their descendants team up to get rid of me?"


"Some of them, potentially," he said with a shrug. "Malachai would be thrilled if you were to take the seat. His oldest son, Percival, is one of the youngest branch heads himself. So your line has more power than most. Not all, of course. Desmond's son Miles and his granddaughter Mara are two of the of the lower six. And Selina is Westley's mother. The last two are obviously relatives of the other branch heads, but not direct line descendants. Patricia and Wendy are considered moderates, and generally lean towards the less prestigious candidates."


I whistled. "That's…complex. There are branches for non main line descendants?"


"By necessity," my Aunt explained. "Building a branch is time consuming and difficult. Families take time to expand. Oftentimes, the heavily supported S-rankers will split off small groups of families from their parent's branch. But for unsupported newbies like Patricia and Wendy, they mostly open what are referred to as "orphan branches". Basically, they take any family in the faction with potential, regardless of pedigree. Even adopt some in. Lots of political marriages."


"It's a mixed bag," Zeke commented. "They tried to snatch me up for one of those. Offered to fast track me to A-rank. Full access to as many wishes as I could pay for every day. Not really my scene."


My mother shot him an approving look, but didn't comment. Finally, we arrived at a large hall. We'd been traveling through abnormally tall hallways made of black metal. The hall had a pair of huge bronze double doors covered in complex imagery, but they were open. When we arrived, we were met by a man in his late thirties to early forties. He had short, sandy blonde hair going white in places and green eyes like mine.


Zeke snapped off a lazy salute. "Evening Mal, how's tricks?"


I saw my the man's (who was clearly my grandfather, Malachai) eye twitch. "Ezekial. How lovely. You've reached A-rank. Well done."


My Uncle shrugged. "What can I say? It's a gift."


Malachai seemed…not annoyed. More exasperated, but I saw a fond tilt at the corner of his lips. I got the impression they liked each other. Zeke hadn't said much bad about my grandfather, even if my mother was very clearly not a fan.


Speaking of which, the older man's eyes turned to my mom immediately afterward. "Sasha," he said solemnly. "If you've come, I suppose I can expect my son here any minute."


"I'm not my husband's keeper," she responded crisply. "But he did mention his plans to attend. He's going to be entering the competition as one of his son's representatives. It's easier because he only has one entering." She smiled sweetly at him, and Zeke snorted in amusement, though he turned it into a fake cough when Malachai glared at him.


"Quite," said my paternal grandfather in a measured tone. "Well, why don't you all come in. THe banquet will be some time later, but we're doing passed hors d'oeuvres.


I glanced at my party. Benny, Celine, Callie, Jessie, Bethy, Abel, and Chelsea were all with us. We'd left everyone else on the ship, planning to pick them up before our descent to the planet. I was glad I'd made that call now. Because even with just these few people I had a feeling this was going to be exhausting. Guess it was time to meet the family.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

The inside of the chamber was fairly upscale. A big open space with a large dark wood table in the center. The table was rectangular and long, and took up about half the space, but the room was so spacious there was plenty of room in the surrounding area for people to mingle. Which they were, spreading out into small groups and hopping from one crowd to another like we were at some kind of job fair.


Which in a way, I guess we were. Because these people weren't just elders and branch managers. Some of them were my age, or at least closer to it. The candidates were here too.


"Listen up, kid," Zeke said to me quietly. I could tell from the way the sound had shifted that he was keeping us inaudible. "This is the meet and greet. While all of these candidates came from a specific branch, they were raised outside the family, just like you. Because of that, there's some room for negotiation when it comes to who represents who."


I cocked my head. "So people switch branches? Is that common?"


"Depends," he said, waggling his hand. "Branches with extensive family lines sometimes fail to properly impress descendents, so it's not unheard of for people to jump ship. This is where things like family resources come into play. The candidacy is neutral, and you can't interfere too heavily in the leadup, but once you're on the heirworld, things are a little different."


"In what sense?" I asked warily. That didn't sound good for me.


He shrugged. "It varies. Mostly, alliances. While interfering DIRECTLY is still off the table, there are lots of candidates involved. If your branch decides you're worth supporting, they might push some of the other candidates to help you out. Alternatively, some of the local residents are still in contact with their old branch or faction. A branch can influence local forces to hear out their candidate, though they can't punish them for not helping, so it mainly becomes a matter of whether the faction thinks the candidate has a chance."


"Will they try to get me on their side then?" I asked with interest. "Maybe we can play them off each other a bit, take some of the pressure off."


"That won't work," said a voice from beside us conversationally. I jumped and spun around to find Malachai standing next to us, smiling patiently. "Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt. You seemed so invested."


Zeke glared at him. "Stop piercing my stealth you old showoff. Don't you know it's rude to eavesdrop?"


My paternal grandfather shrugged. "Your seal was decent. I doubt anyone else would have even noticed it was there. Security through obscurity is an interesting tactic. But I was right next to you, boy, don't underestimate an old man just because you had a little bit of success. I've been an S-ranker since before your ancestor learned to shave."


"What do you mean it won't work?" I cut in, not wanting to listen to Zeke banter. "It's what everyone else is doing."


He nodded. "Because there are benefits. Changing branches is fine and dandy, the WCP is all about personal enrichment. But benefits require commonality. No one would want to miss out on investing in a future powerhouse, but you have to take the situation into account. It's risk versus reward, and the risk of you being the second Aiden makes the remote possibility of you becoming strong enough to be useful irrelevant."


"He's that big of a problem to them?" I asked in disbelief. "I mean, they're all on the same side, right?"


"The council is full of old timers like me," he said with a shrug. "Tens of thousands of years of tradition and stubbornness. They spent generations slowly eroding the Wishmaster's power within the faction, taking advantage of the ancestor's laissez faire attitude to manipulate the situation. There's a bottom line, but with enough time they were able to move the needle bit by bit."


I sighed. "Until Aiden."


"Exactly," he beamed. "The only member of the council that likes the way Aiden has been running things is Harrison, because he benefits from it directly. The rest of us have had to watch him trample all over millennia of slow progress with brute force. Everyone loves talking about the next big genius in their faction, but those great figures rarely benefit the ones around them much in the short term."


We stopped at a smaller table off to one side, where a few figures were standing. Zeke surreptitiously dropped his stealth technique and we rejoined a conversation where Bethy was chattering excitedly about how cool my great grandmother was and everyone else was trying not to whimper in fear. My grandparents, meanwhile, had shown up at some point, having been off talking to someone most likely.


"Felix," Malachai said with a grin. "Come meet your nephew." He waved to a tall, rangy blonde man with long hair and a close cropped goatee. His eyes were the same green I saw in the mirror, and I could see my dad in his features a bit, though he was so much taller and thinner the effect was a lot like someone had stretched my dad out on a rack and put a wig on him.


He raised an eyebrow at me. "So, you're Eli's boy. I thought you'd be more menacing. Then again, I can't see your face, so maybe you're giving me the death glare right now." He saw my mom and smiled lightly. "Sasha, been a while."


My mom smiled back, surprisingly. "Felix. It's so good to see you. And this must be Michael," she beamed at the slightly shorter, even thinner blue eyed version of the man standing next to him. "You've gotten so big. The last time I saw you your head didn't even come up to my knee. You going to keep an eye on my kids in there? You are the oldest."


"I'm hardly the oldest," he laughed. "Some of the older Aunts and Uncles have kids in their hundreds."


My mom frowned. "Hmmm," she said ambiguously.


Malachai sighed. "Sasha doesn't approve of my family dynamic. The fact that I have so many children with multiple mothers offends her."


"I'm sure that's not true," my other grandfather said smoothly, trying to unruffle feathers. "Sasha is just concerned about Shane. Your internal family matters aren't her business, we just all hope that Shane can get through this safe and sound."


My grandmother arched an eyebrow. "Oh really? You don't disapprove of his situation? Very impressed with him having children with multiple women, are you?"


He froze, swallowing hard. "What? No, obviously not. That isn't what I meant, I was just saying Shane is the priority right now. We don't have time to educate Malachai on his excesses and help him see the light." He shot Malachai an apologetic grimace, and the other man smothered an obvious snicker at seeing him get in trouble.


I rolled my eyes. I knew that my mother disliked my dad's father, not just because he had so many kids, but also because she thought he was a bad influence on my dad morally and emotionally. I didn't actually see any sign of that kind of coldness, but Zeke had also made it clear that Malachai favored his own people, and that his real ruthless streak was usually reserved for those outside his good graces. My dad was Malachai's favorite kid, and he was NOT shy about telling people so if they asked. Apparently I was benefiting from some of that regard now.


Sure enough, my mom wasn't willing to let nonsense get in the way of my safety. She exhaled loudly, clearly putting down her issues for the moment, before favoring Malachai with a smile. "My dad is right. Shane is the most important thing here."


Malachai nodded solemnly. "Agreed. Trust me, the better he does, the better I look. Even if he decides to follow in Aiden's footsteps and suppress the council, being from my branch will open up certain opportunities."


"How about my Uncle, Percival?" I asked hopefully. "Can we count on his support?"


He grimaced. "Not even remotely. His son Devon is competing. Percival won't compromise his chances for a direct line successor sitting in the big chair. Eli and Percy never got along particularly well, either, so he's unlikely to help out of sentiment."


Zeke snorted. "No one gets along with Percy. He's a smarmy asshole who thinks the sun shines out of his ass. He's the oldest, so he thinks he's always right, and being an S-ranker hasn't helped. Doesn't help that he married the Vetala girl from that Ducal clan. He loves flaunting his Imperial support."


"At least I HAVE imperial support," sneered a new voice. We all turned to find a new man standing nearby. He was the spitting image of my grandfather, but with red hair instead of blonde like most of the family. He was glaring at most of us, especially Zeke. "But then, what would you know about the trappings of power, bootlicker?"


"Percival," snapped Malachai. "There's no need to be rude. Ezekial is a contestant, and your brother's closest friend."


The red haired man sniffed haughtily. "Friend, is it? I thought he was a dog. Guarding Elijah's mutt for table scraps." He smirked at Zeke, and I could see the malice in his eyes as he tried to bait my uncle into a fight.


"What the FUCK did you just say about my son?" My mother hissed, eyes starting to glow white as she stepped forward. My grandfather reached out and grabbed her arm, but his face didn't look much friendlier.


Percival gave her a smarmy smile. "Apologies, Sasha. I got a bit carried away. You do have a certain pedigree I suppose. An acceptable addition to the family. You just chose a poor partner. Honestly, I don't understand why all of you flock to defend Elijah. What exactly is so impressive about my little brother that it inspires such loyalty?"


I could see from his nearly manic expression that he actually wanted an answer. I wasn't sure why, but this HATED my dad. Not like I used to hate my dad. Like I had hated fucking TRAVIS. What inspired someone to this level of malice towards a family member.


Before I could decide how to respond though, there was a shift on the ground. A pair of hands erupted from the marble floor on each side of Percival, mercury hands grabbing ahold of his ankles and holding him in place. There was a slight ring as something sharp split the air, and a mirrored sword was suddenly pressed to Percival's throat.


A long absent voice, one I hadn't heard since I was forming my chronicle, drawled into the now silent tension. "Insult my wife or son again, Percy, and I'll fucking show you." We all turned to look and found my dad leaning against a column, cane twirling between his fingers lazily as his golden eyes pierced his oldest brother. The colossal knight holding the sword to Percival's throat reflected the scene around him perfectly, and I knew what that meant.


A mirror soul. My dad had brought out an S-rank combat asset. Percival, as far as I could tell, was a relatively fresh S-ranker, and my dad had been in A-rank a lot longer than Zeke and was infamous. I wasn't absolutely positive he could fight his brother up a rank, but I also wasn't sure he couldn't and judging by the hate tinged fear on Percival's face, neither was he.


My dad turned away from his brother, dismissing him, and ran his eyes over our group, stopping on my mom's face with a devilish grin. "Honey," he said with amusement. "I'm home." I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing. I was so impressed with his entrance, I didn't even try to hit him in the throat with my staff…yet. After all, the night was still young.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

"Elijah," hissed Percival darkly. "How DARE you? How dare you raise your blade against a branch head of the Wish Curse Palace. If you think Adramalech can save you after this, you-ve got anoth-"


My dad casually tapped his cane and the mirror plated knight raised his non sword holding hand and punched Percival across the face. "Shut up Percy," he drawled cheerfully. "I don't have time for your insecurities. I don't care that dad likes me better, or that you're the oldest, or that you resent my reputation. My kid doesn't need your help, he has mine, and if you speak about him or my best friend in that manner in front of me again, I'm going to rip your tongue out and nail it to your forehead."


Malachai grimaced. "Elijah, there's no need for that. Your brother got carried away, and he learned his lesson. We're in public, and we don't need to make a scene. This is family business."


My dad rolled his eyes, but flicked his fingers, and the three constructs vanished. "You're lucky. If I was feeling really vindictive, I'd have just let my wife's parents tear you apart." His eyes flicked down, and Percival followed his gaze to the pool of endless darkness that had congealed at his feet. "But Sasha would be so upset if I let them kick off a war because I was too lazy to clean up my own trash."


"You can't TALK to me like that," Percival howled. "I am a branch head. An elder of this faction. You're not even IN the WCP anymore. This assault is an act of war!"


"Assault?" My dad said lightly. "I didn't see any assault." He turned to the others. "Did any of you see an assault? As far as I saw, Percival tripped and bumped into the wall face first. It was clearly a tragic accident."


Zeke nodded sagely. "He's always been clumsy. I thought he'd have grown out of it."


"LIARS!" Howled the red haired man. "You're all liars! You're plotting against me! You're all-"


A woman stepped from the crowd, her face serene but her eyes cold. "Percival." Her tone was frosty, and as soon as she spoke, his mouth snapped shut. "I'm so sorry," her dark hair stood out against bronze skin, and her smile was warm and compassionate, as long as you didn't look above her nose. "My husband gets a bit out of sorts when it comes to his little brother."


"Ayra," my dad said mildly. "I'm surprised you let him out on his own. Next time I'd suggest getting him vaccinated first. I think he's foaming at the mouth a bit."


She frowned, eyes flashing. "I'll thank you to keep your nose out of my business, Elijah. I may not despise you as my husband does, but I don't particularly like you either. You would do well not to make an enemy of me."


"Threaten my husband again," my mom said cheerfully. "And I'll stomp your teeth in and wear your head like a shoe."


"Enough, children," my grandfather finally said. His voice was firm, and the echo of power rolled over us as the full weight of a demigod was released into the surroundings. "This isn't productive. We're here to help Shane, not to start trouble between branches. Miss Vetala, we're sorry about your husband's agitation. Perhaps you should take him elsewhere to calm down."


It was easy to forget, given his easygoing nature, that my grandfather was the Radiant Pope, a demigod considered one of the strongest in his whole faction, and one of the top ten S-rankers in the universe.


Ayra tensed for a minute, but finally nodded. "Very well, your holiness. It was nice to meet you." She shot us a hard look before leaving.


My mom shook her head. "I'm sorry, that wasn't-"


"That wasn't your fault," my grandfather said bluntly. "The Vetala clan ability is called Discord. It heightens aggression and exploits insecurity. She was here for a few minutes before she showed herself, and she made sure to start a fight. Granted, she didn't have to try hard, your brother does NOT like you, Elijah."


My dad shrugged. "He's always been a jealous little twit. That did seem extreme though. Don't know how I missed that. She's getting sneakier."


Malachai sighed. "She has. And she's been pushing Percy into situations like that any time she can. She wants to corner him into starting a branch war and cutting ties with me. She basically runs things over there already, but he puts his foot down when it concerns our main branch. I didn't realize it had gotten so bad. He's never gotten THAT unhinged before."


"Might be cumulative damage," I said. Everyone turned to look at me and I shrugged. "Some kind of soul or mental influence can cause damage over time. I'd offer to look at him, but I doubt my abilities would scratch an S-rank soul injury. If it IS the soul."


"If it's not, I might be able to help," my grandfather added. "My purification flame can heal some types of mental damage."


My paternal grandfather nodded. "I'd appreciate that, if the opportunity arises. In the meantime…" his expression hardened. "I think I'll reach out to some of the other council members. Internal politics aside, I don't like the idea of one of our branches being usurped by an Imperial clan. I think I've been ignoring a few too many signs in my preoccupation with this succession war."


"It's fine, dad," my father assured him. "We get it. Everyone has been busy."


"Yeah, and I'm sorry about earlier," my mom said guiltily. "I have my issues with you, but I wouldn't normally be so…confrontational. Not with so much at stake. In fact, I think my dad was the only one of us unaffected. That power of hers is nasty."


It was. Being able to manipulate the minds of so many powerful people at once without detection? That was scary. But it clearly had some limits too. My grandfather was fine, and my grandmother had been a little annoyed but hadn't lost her shit. Dad was an edgy bastard at the best of times, and mom could get volatile when it came to me.


The biggest outlier was probably Percival, though I didn't know him well enough to say for sure. Like I'd said though, consistent contact probably wore him down.


"What are the implications of this?" Callie asked after a minute. "I mean, the candidate selection is the most sacred tradition the WCP has. The Wishmaster himself decreed its sanctity, and every Wishmaster after has endorsed it. Is it really ok for the Imperials to poke their noses into something like this?"


Malachai sighed. "It's the war. Too much going on at once. With the gods focused on the enemy and now the void, there's less oversight among the factions. The succession war is a vulnerable time, and it's not a surprise that clans like the Vetala are hoping to exploit it."


"Bottom feeders," my dad sneered. "The Vetala are habitual opportunists. They wait for any sign of weakness and then pounce. Their whole legacy is nothing but large scale manipulation and trying to scavenge from other people's kills. I don't mind a clever strategy, but I have no patience for career cowards."


"They're pretty smug about it too," Zeke grimaced. "Always looking down on everyone, like they accomplished some monumental task by following stronger forces and taking advantage of opportunities."


I winced. "Are there going to be any down there with us? You said Percival's son was coming, I assume he's also HER son? She sending any cousins?"


"Probably," my paternal grandfather shrugged. "But that's not the main issue."


My wife frowned at him. "How is it not? We basically just declared war on them, he's going to be coming after us with everything he's got."


"You're not thinking this through," my grandmother advised her. "They will be an issue, but not the biggest one. That honor belongs to the candidates. Think about it. You're about to be planet locked with several hundred small scale reality warpers."


Even my dad grimaced at that. "It is a bit annoying. Especially the candidates who are already higher ranked. It might seem like being the Wishmaster wouldn't be useful to a higher ranked candidate, but trust me, A-rank is LONG and arduous. Being the Wishmaster is as good as hopping on the fast track to S-rank. Once you hit that level, you retire, but there's some real variance in timeline between different Wishmasters. Aiden, for instance, has had one of the briefest tenures of any Wishmaster in the last ten thousand years. His predecessor held office for three millennia. Aiden held it for less than three hundred years."


That was…alarming. Not to mention it was probably its own form of boost to renown. Being the most dynamic and effective Wishmaster in recent memory was a hell of a feather in your cap. Big shoes to fill too, if I won. But I was getting distracted, I turned back to watch my dad.


"The point is," he continued. "Wishes are annoying to go up against, and when EVERYONE has them, things get dicey. Sure, most of them get burned paying for services and forming alliances, but you can expect almost everyone you meet to have a spare up their sleeve in case of emergency."


And I knew how they would do it too. Direct combat help, luck, items, communication. You could do anything with a wish. In fact, you could do SO much I didn't know how the hell we would deal with it.


Zeke seemed to pick up my distress. "It's not as bad as it sounds, though. Yes, things get crazy, but you have to remember that wishes can COUNTER other wishes. Direct action risks having one of your moves invalidated, and one wish longer is one wish stronger. Wasting your limited supply on a stalemate is considered the height of stupidity. Any of the REALLY clever candidates will spend their capital recruiting people with more stable capabilities. Like you do."


"I can handle any of the A-rank candidates," my dad said coldly. "My Wish Devil trait is ideal for countering contingencies. Triggering their backups against their will is child's play."


I felt a bit better after he said that, but I wasn't able to allow myself to relax for more than a second before a sound split the air. A high ringing I recognized quickly as someone tapping on a glass. We all turned to find Harrison standing at the head of the large table, smiling warmly at all of us. "Apologies, my friends," he said jovially. "But my son has a few words he'd like to say to our younger generation."


Sure enough, he stepped aside and a new form took his place, one I recognized from my brief talk with him at the conclave. Aiden Wyndham. The current Wishmaster.


Everyone shut up pretty much instantly. And I knew why. His presence was…heavy. Heavier than my mom, than Sebastian, than Killian. He had this sort of suffocating presence that no other A-ranker I'd seen could match. I imagined that Lark might have been like this at A-rank. Or Abel might be in the future.


His eyes panned across the room, briefly stopping on my dad. They exchanged a brief smile and a nod and then he moved on. "I've been told I'm supposed to say a few words. Inspire you to be your best, to make the WCP proud," he said lazily as he scanned the crowd.


Then he shrugged. "I don't see it. You're all pretty mediocre. But hey, somebody has to win, so there's that. As for pride, the WCP doesn't give a fuck about your performance here. Not unless you win, and not even really then. So whatever, try your best, or don't, I don't actually care. Someone get me a beer." Then he sat down and summarily ignored the whole room.


"Damn," Zeke said appreciatively. "I forgot how much I liked him when we were younger." I rolled my eyes. He would have. Shrugging, we all headed for the table to sit down. Guess it was time for the real meeting to start. I wondered if I could get away with napping behind my mask if I could hold myself upright.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

The meeting was WAY too long. I nodded off several times, though Callie was listening intently if I needed to know what was said, and I could just check with her. Finally, it ended, and I was allowed to leave. Callie talked to a bunch of people, though she didn't actually SAY much despite chatting for quite a while.


This was a political arena, and while I was slowly improving my mindset and knowledge base in that department, I was still dipping my toes, and wasn't suited for this kind of horse trading.


Not that we had any horses. We were riding around on broomsticks and clacking rocks together to make hoof noises at this point. Nobody wanted to be associated with the potential future tyrant, and while everyone smiled and put on a pleasant face, they mostly stonwalled any discussions of alliance, much to my wife's frustration.


At the very least, they served dinner halfway through, and Callie woke me up to eat some lobster thermidor before we finally headed to the rooms they provided us to wait in before the war started.


It wasn't a long wait. Everyone was already here, so after a good night's sleep, we all gathered in some kind of exit chamber where Harrison was waiting. I was relieved, because it gave me the night to sleep and stockpile a few more scrolls bringing me up to fifteen total (eight plus the seven I had on hand for emergencies).


My dad waited until we were all gathered, then withdrew a long, dark lighter with a bone plate at the top. He flicked it and the flame…well, it didn't LIGHT exactly, more like it UNLIT. The flame created an absence in the air. Not darkness, or void, but just…emptiness. It kind of hurt to look at. But it seemed to steal the sound from our voices after they reached the people nearby. It was kind of impressive.


"Alright, advice time," he said blithely. "Listen up and listen good kids. This might save your life. First up. Passive defense. If you can, you should all use a scroll daily to isolate yourself from direct influence. There are a LOT of nasty things you can do with a wish. Curses, blights, hexes, maledictions, and about a dozen other very unpleasant experiences that you don't want to endure."


I nodded. That wasn't ideal, I had way too many people, but the core group should be coverable, especially with Nat along. Our original alliance from back in the day left room for her to help me now, and she'd shown up, Valk at her side, without even mentioning it. Celine was with them, and all three were clearly pretty firmly into D-rank.


"What about actual combat?" I asked grimly. "We've seen what that kind of thing can do. I know you said that people will be worried about cancellation and wont want to risk losing their scrolls, but I feel like we should at least consider it."


"You shouldn't," he said. "I know it's tempting, but the fact is, the wish power is TOO versatile. You can't plan for everything, and trying is going to spread you far too thin. You're going to have to keep it loose and be ready to react on the fly. Reserves can save your ass, so keeping an emergency stash in case something goes horribly wrong isn't a bad idea, but don't tie yourself in knots."


Zeke spoke up. "Your best bet, by and large, is to meet strength with strength. You know as well as we do that wishes have limited impact on higher ranked Ascendants. They can help pin them down, slow them up, or give you a minor edge, but generally, wishes lack the punch to seriously overcome a direct challenge from an overwhelming force of a higher stage."


"Crell will be invaluable too," my mom added. "Reductive meta abilities are an nightmare for the wish power. Wishes always work, but if he can counter them slightly, it'll drive the price WAY up. If you're proactive enough about it, you can push the prices up beyond the realm of reason and soft cancel some of their responses. Also, it goes without saying, but don't try to use any scrolls you find during the war."


My dad nodded emphatically. "They can and will decline wishes, and it'll screw you mid fight. Not to say they aren't useful. Keep them in stock and you can sell or trade them for favors later. Most candidates will grant a remote wish with proper payment, even if they don't know where it comes from. Profit is profit. They just won't do it during the competition."


"Why are you guys talking like we're going to get separated?" I asked worriedly. "You're coming with us, right?"


They grimaced at each other. "No," my mom said with a grimace. "There are precautions in place to prevent the higher ranked candidates from steamrolling. One of them is that the more powerful faction members are given postings to wait for their candidates. You'll be dropped into a zone commensurate with your rank, and you'll be given a task to recruit a local force to guide you to the city where your C-rankers will be waiting, then another task to find the B-rankers, and then finally us."


"The higher ranked candidates will be with you?" I asked worriedly. "Isn't that an advantage?"


"It is," she admitted. "Though not as big of one as you might expect. It takes time and effort to cultivate sources here, but the high ranked locals have a lot of animosity towards the WCP, and the high rankers are considered low profit investments. They rarely win, because it's a waste to invest the renown in them, and they're less grateful if they do. Less time in charge, less likely to take you with them when they leave. It's an uphill battle for them."


That made me feel a bit better at least. Being younger and weaker might actually be a benefit to me here, at least in some ways.


"So how do we enter?" I asked slowly. "They're not going to have us all go in together, are they? That sounds like a bloodbath waiting to happen. Although, given the D-rankers we have, that might not go too poorly for us."


Ironically, because of the effort we put into finding them we had almost as many C as D-rankers. We were at two hundred and fifty or so D-rankers total for the final drop team. Bethy had them all waiting inside her Domain, so our group looked a lot smaller and less threatening than any of the others, and I was actually looking forward to some idiot trying to take advantage.


"Nothing so gauche," my mother said with a snicker. "They're going to load you all into orbital drop pods and randomly toss you into orbit. Where you end up is almost entirely a matter of luck."


I opened my mouth, but my dad cut me off. "And no, you won't be able to use wishes to influence your landing site. The planetary gravity is intense, and the drop pods are very high rank. They did it that way to prevent tampering. Not to say no one can do it, but your abilities won't be enough, and none of the high rankers are going to be randomly dropped, so it won't be an issue at this stage."


That brought to mind something else though. "What about their wishes?" I asked worriedly. "An A-rank wish would be able to do some serious damage, and the D-rankers who are going to be going in for the high rankers will have access to those through scrolls."


"It's a concern," he admitted. "We can counter any direct application, and wasting scrolls like that would be absurd, but there are ways to exploit that gap. I'd expect to see artifacts or buildings popping up out of nowhere, for instance. Still, it'll be limited by payment. Remember D-rankers don't have the assets to compensate for A-rank wishes. And giving them money directly would make it unfair compensation and invalidate the wish. It's definitely an advantage, but mostly only enough of one to offset the fact that no one wants to work with them."


"Not to mention there aren't many of them," Zeke added. "According to our information, there's only three A-rank and five B-rank candidates in this war. Out of hundreds of potential enemies and hundreds of thousands of miles, you're not likely to run into their forces early on."


I nodded slowly. "So how are they going to distribute us? And how are we supposed to find you all?"


"Hemisphere style," my dad said with a shrug. "Basically, each half of the planet is a curved disc, starting with a D-rank zone and condensing into an A-rank zone at the center. Think of it like a target. The outer ring is where the D-rank territory is, and the local D-rank forces live there. That's the biggest area, a large belt along the equator. You'll start there, and you'll pick a direction and head for the poles, where the A-rankers will be waiting."


That DID leave a large area for us to work in. Absurdly large. But it also brought up a pretty worrying issue. "What if we can't find you?" I asked slowly. "If he head for the wrong pole we're fucked."


"You have scrolls," my dad said dismissively. "Use them. Come on, don't get lazy on me. If you can't even think for yourself you have no shot here. Regardless, you'll be given tasks to accomplish in each zone, and points can be earned. The points can be redeemed for advantages, including springing locals when you leave, so the more you have and are willing to spend the better you do. If you win, you can bring anyone you want out, since you're the Wishmaster, but that's easier said than done."


My mother elbowed him in the ribs. "What your father MEANS," she said acidly. "Is that he's worried about you, and that you need to take care of each other." She stepped forward and pulled Chelsea and I into a tight hug. "You two be safe, alright? All of you should." She stepped back, and then after a brief moment of indecision, pulled Callie into a hug too. "Take care of my babies, ok?"


My wife smiled warmly. "Of course. That's what I'm here for." She winked at my mother. "Don't worry, I'll get him through this in one piece."


I laughed, leaving them to their moment, and turned to Zeke. "So," I said with a sigh. "All this time, and we're finally getting to the big show. Thanks for, you know…not letting me die and all that. Plus the mask is pretty cool."


"Well I was getting tired of looking at your face," he said lazily. "So it was really more of a gift for me."


I burst out laughing and leaned forward to wrap him in a tight hug. "Take care of my parents, you dick. Mostly my mom. The old man could use a beating or two. Maybe let him lose a limb. We can always grow it back later."


He laughed, squeezing me back, then stepped away. "Take care of yourself kid. And take care of your people. They were always going to be your way out of this."


Nodding, I turned to look at my friends. They all looked steady, strong, and powerful. Just like I knew they would. I let out a long breath, then turned to my dad. "Alright, so, where is this drop pod we're supposed to be using? I don't want to get stuck with the shitty one."


I was practically vibrating with tension and worry, but at the same time, the excitement was palpable. This was it. The moment I'd been preparing for since I first became an Ascendant. The real test of everything I'd learned and been through. The next step in my path and the only way I could make a meaningful difference in the universe. It was all riding on this. But hey, no pressure, right?

 

[Malcolm Tent]

Arriving on the surface of the heirworld was surprisingly simple. The drop pods were fairly cushy, and the impact wasn't too intense. We emerged into the hills of this new planet unscathed and ready for a fight…which we didn't get.


"So this is homey," said Abel slowly. "If your home is a dirt hole. Please tell me the whole planet isn't like this."


It was pretty bleak. We were standing on the side of a massive rocky hill. I would have called it a mountain if the slope had been a bit steeper or if it went a bit higher, but it was pretty clearly a hill, as were all the OTHER hills surrounding it. Beyond those hills, I could see…well, more hills. I frowned. Holding up my arm, I whistled, and there was a flash of green fire as Archie materialized.


He'd been learning how to leave Bethy's Domain on his own (as long as she allowed it, of course) and could even feel when I called him through our bond. "Hey bud," I told him casually as I scritched under his chin. "I need a bird's eye view, do me a favor and take a lap?"


He trilled, then took off into the air. As he did, I got a good look at the sky above for the first time. It looked weird. I could see the lines of fire crisscrossing the atmosphere, but there were dim and further apart than I'd expected. I frowned at them, but after a moment of thought I got it. The interior of the defenses was spatially expanded. The WHOLE planet. That was really impressive, especially since I was positive the buildings would still be enlarged.


The sky was a gorgeous unearthly purple, shot through with thin strips of red, and between those I could see planets and stars, whole galaxies spinning through space. I wasn't sure what was causing that effect, if it was the spatial expansion or just the local interstellar layout, but it was very distracting. It took me a moment to focus on Archie and push my vision through the bond so I could see through his eyes.


"So, we're in some kind of…hill range? On either side of it there seems to be empty space, almost to the horizon. But I do see what looks like trees in one direction and in the other…maybe rocks? This would be the equatorial ring, I guess. But we need to head for one of the poles and I don't know which one. Nat, spot me a scroll?"


Now that we were here, some of the prohibitions against using each other's wishes weren't as important. But at the same time, we needed to save them, because we'd be dealing with an endless number of possible wish problems and we needed wishes to counter wishes. But we needed a heading, and the most reasonable way to do that was a wish. Nat had way less stats than I did so her scrolls were less valuable. I pulled out a D-ranked chit, making a quick and easy wish, and with a flash, I was holding a compass that didn't point north.


Or it did. But only because north was the right way. I didn't actually know which way was north, I'd always been bad with directions. I shared my thoughts with my wife, and she just shrugged. "I mean, we're heading for one of the poles of the planet, so realistically, we have a fifty fifty chance of going north."


Bethy perked up. "But what if they don't even HAVE the word north here? What if we're inventing cardinal directions, and by choosing one now, we're creating north for the first time, and our actions will decide the fate of this entire planet!" Her eyes were shining and her fists were clenched tight as she got more and more excited.


My sister rolled her eyes. "Bethy, cardinal directions DO exist here. The people here are all from the WCP originally. They HAVE north in the WCP."


The vampire pouted. "Buzzkill. I was gonna be the savior of the world. Saving them from bad directions. But now im just a boring direction follower. You made me a nerd. Only nerds follow directions. Or eat broccoli."


"I'm not having this argument with you again," Chelsea said acidly. You can't JUST drink blood and eat candy. It's bad for you. It is not NERDY to ask you to eat vegetables sometimes. Or to eat them myself."


"Yuh huh," Bethy said stubbornly. "Because carrots make your eyes better, and if you eat vegetables but not carrots you're going to have bad vision and end up with glasses and that makes you a nerd. That's just science."


Benny looked up sharply. "That is NOT science. It is, in fact, the opposite of science."


"Really," Bethy said archly. "Because I thought the opposite of science was doing the same exact actions over and over again to totally random and unrepeatable results and learning nothing that impact future applications of information."


We all turned to stare at her, and Benny staggered back as if struck. "That's…shut up! It's MAD science. It's different!" He looked around at us imploringly. "Right? Tell her it's different."


I rolled my eyes, turning to orient on the arrow and then headed away from the group at a leisurely stroll. The others followed, my best friend having a minor existential crisis as he tried to explain away the complete invalidation of his entire life's work so far.


"Like it IS still science," he was saying defensively. "I have to identify what materials do and how they interact to combine them to make things. And the better I get the more control I have."


Jessie hummed in disagreement. "I mean, it's not really the same thing. You're cheating with soul strength. You're MAKING the results do a certain thing. That's not science. In fact, it's almost magic. Which IS the opposite of science."


I rolled my eyes. "Bethy, do not slowly erode Benny's sanity by exploiting information you've gathered over years of knowing him. Jessie, don't pile on. Benny, powers are bullshit, get over it. Now can we FOCUS please, because I have some concerns about our game plan going forward, and I'd like some feedback. Namely, should we let all the others out of Bethy's domain or leave them in as a last resort."


Abel snickered. "I was looking forward to watching him slowly unravel. At least it means she isn't doing it to me. But you make a good point. What are you leaning toward?"


"Keeping them in," I shrugged. It seems like a good ace in the hole. But then again, if we do we're leaving ourselves open if any other candidates landed nearby and spot us. They might target us for looking like easy prey, and honestly I'd prefer to avoid a straight conflict for as long as possible, since we don't have any of our scrolls prepped and even if we GET them prepped we'd be wasting them."


Abel hummed. "I'd say that it's probably safer to travel in force. If there are more of us, we're less likely to have to fight since we'll scare off scavengers."


"Or DRAW them," my sister pointed out archly. "More people are more noticeable. I say we keep them in and Shane cranks his Murmur domain to cover out movements." She glanced around worriedly. "I don't like being so exposed with so many enemies falling to earth possibly nearby."


"That's a good idea actually," I mused. "I didn't consider cover on top of minimizing our footprint. Everyone get in close so I can cloak us."


They all did, drawing near so I could trigger Murmur. It hummed to life easily, the domain slowly wiping all traces of us from the face of the planet as it worked. The first to go were the obvious traces, like footprints and ground disturbance, and without that, I didn't think we really needed much more obfuscation in the middle of nowhere like this.


We set off, following the compass, and as we did, I started thinking out loud. "Alright. So we need to get to the C-rank area. But before that, we need to get THROUGH the D-rank area, and possibly do some local recruiting. The local forces in the different zones have connections higher up, so recruiting someone lower down is a good way to get invitations to consult with the big players."


"But that assumes we can actually connect with them easily," my wife cut in. With the C-rankers, we might have an easier time, since our forces will be there interacting with them over time building rapport. Down here we're flying blind, and we need a way to differentiate ourselves from the other candidates."


"We have exactly one of those," I said grimly. "Combat power. We've got more muscle than any other candidate. Me personally, but also Bethy, Abel, and now Callie. Not to mention the Chelsea, the Angels, Gabe, and the animals. We have a ton of top tier combat power."


Callie shook her head. "I'm not sure the difference is as big as we'd like at this level. All of these candidates have been raising their strongest fighters on a steady diet of wish juice for years. Bethy and Abel might be leagues beyond them, but they probably have people at about the same level as the rest of us. Our biggest advantage isn't Bethy or Abel though, it's YOU. You're unique among the candidates. Having two abilities makes you a force in your own right, which means you can do things they can't.


"What that means is that factions entirely predicated on martial strength will be more disposed to you, since you're both our leader AND a strong combatant," she said brightly. "We just need to find strong factions who prioritize combat and you can prove yourself in battle, winning them over for us."


I hummed in interest. "That's a good idea too. And for ones that are just pure strength without caring about leaders, we can have Abel kick their asses. But we need to FIND some of them first. I didn't see any cities or anything. This planet is big. We have a heading to the proper destination, but who knows when we'll intersect with any locals along that line. Not to mention the succession war. We're supposed to start getting tas-"


My voice cut off as a scroll, appearing in a puff of purple fire and unrolling in the air. "Ok…does everyone else see that?" I asked slowly. "Because I'm pretty used to those being invisible to everyone else, but this is…new."


"Announcement: The Mammoth Hunt Begins! All candidates will compete to see who can slay the most mountain mammoths. Mammoth kills will be tallied as points that can be put towards prizes at the end of the competition. Remember, even if you lose the war, you can still win the battle. For resources. Now onward heirs of the palace, to victory! Hint: Look down."


"Not just you," Callie confirmed. "Though I'm not sure what it means. Especially the end. What does it mean, look down?"


I shrugged. "Who knows. We need to find some mountain mamm-" I paused, a slow dread creeping into my gut. "Mountain Mammoth," I said again, chewing on the word as I slowly started backing down the hill. "Do you think the mammoth might BE a mountain, rather than be ON a mountain?"


Everyone else paled, looking down as I turned and triggered my waltz, wings extending. Callie took off in a blur, and everyone else scattered just as the ground started to shake, and the massive hills around us began to move. It wasn't all of them. Just several. But I was still blown away by how fucking BIG they were.


Everyone joined back up near me, reconvening under the Murmur domain as we watched the former hill we'd been standing on raise its giant earthen trunk to the sky and trumpet its fury. "I don't think avoiding notice will be an option," I said dryly. As the chorus of other mammoths joined in with the roar, I sighed. Fucking WCP never made things easy.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

The Mountain Mammoth was…well, mountainous. The thing was colossal, standing easily two hundred and fifty feet high once it got up off its folded legs. Its hide was made of dark brown stone, and its eyes were magmatic orbs of burning hate that flicked desperately along the nearby horizon, looking for…something. I wasn't sure what exactly, until I noticed the small hole on its right flank.


"Fuck," I spat in annoyance. "That's why the damned thing woke up. The drop pod punched through its outer layer. We basically stabbed it. It must be pretty slow moving to take a full ten minutes after impact to wake up."


I doubted we were the only drop pod to land on a mammoth, but I also doubted many of us had. There was no need. That monstrous trumpet of rage had woken up all the rest of them.


"So…how do we do this?" I asked the others, glancing around. "They don't know we're here, but if we attack they'll figure it out. Especially if we do something big and obvious. On the upside, I was wrong about drawing attention. The big guy woke up all the others so it seems like we should blend pretty well. But I bet we'll run into problems if we don't take out all the ones nearby quick and get gone."


Abel grimaced. "I'd love to fight one head on. But I get the feeling that won't do much for our stealth."


"You have Murmur up, right? You getting any details of their anatomy or weaknesses?" Callie grimaced at the huge beast. "Because somehow, I don't think hitting them in the head a bunch is going to do the trick."


I squinted up at the Mammoth. My Murmur domain used pieces of Dantalion and Bael, so it was good at gathering intel as well as stealth. I focused on the form of the Mammoth, where I was slowly gleaning more and more information. It had a fairly pronounced rock hump on its back that had camouflage it from me when I first triggered the domain, and it had woken up before I was able to notice what it was.


"Actually…maybe it will," I said slowly. "They seem to have pretty big empty skulls, believe it or not. Very small ear canals, but only relative to the rest of them. A person could fit in one of those if they could make it past the ears." I shot a quick look at Abel. "Could you take one of these things head on? Temporarily? Just enough to pin it down and distract it."


He shrugged. "I mean, if you don't care who sees, sure. Give me a minute."


I glanced at the others. "Get ready to bolt. We're heading for the treeline in that direction," I pointed the way the compass was indicating. "We'll sortie out to hit the Mammoths that we see, but we can't roam around in the open. It's too risky."


Abel circled around, and once we were all in position, I shot off a quick flare of green fire and he engaged. Seeing the massive Ragam Blood Body expand to a size comparable to the Mammoth, I winced. That wasn't its strongest from, but it would do for now. I was reassured when I saw Bethy appear beside him and overlap her domain with the manifestation, stabilizing the huge bloody simulacrum.


The Mammoth caught sight of him almost instantly, and it trumpeted its rage. With a roar of hatred, it rushed forward. It actually moved really slow, but it had incredibly long legs even for its size, and it crossed the distance shockingly fast.


Abel didn't even flinch. His giant blood body stepped forward and seized the two fierce tusks of the mighty beast, and he planted his feet, twisting to pin it in place as best he could. It didn't work that well, at first the monster mostly just kind of…slowed down. But it was enough. He slid for about fifty feet before coming to a final stop.


I spread my wings, flying forward with a blaze of black flame as I triggered my waltz. As I did, Abel shoved back against the tusks, jerking to one side to send an ear flying up. I blitzed into the gap beneath the ear, blazing down the ear canal as I headed into the skull, searching for…the brain! I noticed my target and zoomed toward it, drawing my staff.


Whirling it a few times, I triggered Mephistopheles, firing off a series of Extinction Events into the slim chords of tissue connecting the tiny brain to the rest of the body. To my surprise, they didn't break. The black flames sunk in but they couldn't break through. I scowled, then triggered Belial. I had another idea. A better idea. An EVIL idea. Belial was about corruption, normally I couldn't use it on huge enemies like this. The bigger they were, the more corruption was needed to influence them.


Except this thing was just a huge rocky shell for a very tiny dumb brain. I jammed my staff into the base of the brain stem, pouring corruption out into it. Where the brain chords had resisted destruction, they did NOT resist corruption. I focused on my bond to Callie, letting my wife know to contact Abel and have him release the Mammoth.


Then I abandoned that train of thought, focusing entirely on corrupting the Mammoth brain. This Mammoth was D-rank, but it was VERY high in D-rank. Peak almost. It was resisting, throwing its will against me, but a quick Piece of Mind was all I needed. I slipped the parallel in through the corruption, subsuming the brain, and suddenly…I was the Mammoth.


This little trick required a lot more development in Belial than I'd had before my trip. The staff had been working overtime upgrading all my forms, and my Domains had benefited. I looked around, and I could see all the other Mammoths. They were far, but also very close. The towering legs made crossing the distance a snap. I drove the giant beast's body forward, pushing it into acceleration that would probably have injured it normally…if it had time to register that.


Enormous tusks, speared into the side of the nearest Mammoth, miles away and only a few steps. I gored the other beast, shoving it sideways, and it toppled over, dragging me down with it as the two Mammoth bodies collapsed into a pile of too large limbs and bloody wounds. Bones snapped under the combined weight of two behemoths of earth and tusk.


I snapped back to my body, grimacing as I realized where I was. I charged over to the ear canal, flapping once and shooting down the passage. I hit the ear on the way out, but I was leading with the staff and managed to bat it aside, emerging into midair with a snap of my wings and then shooting off toward my friends.


Somewhere, inside my head, I heard a pair of chimes. I knew I'd gotten credit for those kills, and I grinned as I touched down next to the other. "We gotta go!" I shouted as I dropped Belial and reasserted Murmur. Abel had resumed his normal size, and he and the others rushed to join me in the domain.


By the time we made it a few miles away and turned to look, a colossal bronze titan had plummeted from the sky, smashing into the empty space where out hill had been with a roar. He stomped and flailed and generally threw a giant sized toddler fit to approximately no avail. We made it to the trees within minutes, and when we did, we stopped and allowed Murmur to sink in, really concealing us from anything that might be watching.


"That was interesting," Abel said after a minute. "Did you just fucking POSSESS that thing?"


I waggled a hand. "Kind of. I slipped a parallel into it through the corruption after hijacking its brain. The only reason I was able to do it was because of a confluence of factors. One, those things are barely sentient. Most beasts at D-rank have consciousness, but those thing appear to just be giant pissed off mountain elephants. Second, I had literal physical access to its brain. Third it was distracted."


He nodded along. "Right, right, I get you, but you seem to be missing something. All those circumstances, they're STILL the case. You can get access to more brains. If you can hijack another one of those things, and you can bring us with you, we can try to amplify it like a giant weapon. We can use the Mammoth like a SIEGE engine, and attack more of them as we go on. Hell, imagine GABE at the helm of one of those charges."


I did…and it was fucking amazing. I wasn't sure why I hadn't thought of it. I turned to Bethy. "Can you sneak us into one of those things through your domain if you turn into mist?"


She froze. "I…I think I can. In fact I know I can. They're big and stupid and won't notice me, and I can definitely bring things along in my Domain even when I change forms." She beamed at me. "This is going to be SO MUCH FUN!"


She flung open her Domain, and the rest of us were swallowed up, suddenly standing in a black field of grass under a red sky. Behind us, a towering black castle loomed, and the rest of our D-rank force was surrounding us, obviously watching the events outside with interest. Bethy had been projecting her line of sight onto the MOON, which I hadn't known she could do. As we all watched, she dissolved into bats, the viewpoint fracturing into a thousand tiny visual inputs as she swarmed across the barren space towards the nearest Mammoth, which was currently engaged with a group of people we didn't get a good look at, as she dissolved further into mist and flowed up its trunk.


I'd expected her to go in the ears, but the trunk worked fine for our purposes, and within seconds, we were being pulled from the Domain, all standing inside the large mostly empty skull with only a tiny brain and each other as company.


Without waiting for a response, I drove the staff into the base of the brainstem, triggering Belial and flooding it with corruption as I channeled my parallel inside once again. Once I had control, Callie joined me. She didn't need any physical contact, our bond was enough, and she flooded it with Heretic Fire, pouring out into the Mammoth and bolstering the power of my soul that was controlling it.


I felt a hand on my shoulder, and Abel pushed his infinite blood sea through the brain and into the circulatory system, Bethy poured her Domain in after it, reinforcing the body with powerful blood.


Chelsea put a hand on my other shoulder, and I sense the conglomeration of her powers, dark and light, as her yin yang diagram was layered over top of our working, amplifying it with pure and overwhelming power, balanced on a knife's edge. I grinned as I took control of the Mammoth, turning it away from the candidates toward another Mammoth off in the distance. "Gabriel," I said hoarsely. "You're up."


Chelsea's power was something completely unique to me. Her new Path integrated opposites, merging things together in ways that shouldn't work. Where originally purification and enshrining darkness exploded when they were superimposed, now they became…more, and they pulled in any other energy around to amplify that growth, becoming a sort of universal supercharger. It was staggeringly potent.


It was also EXACTLY what we needed. Under the influence of the diagram, all of our disparate powers melded together, becoming something pure and potent and undiluted. And when Gabe added his power, Chelsea let it sweep through and overbalance her working.


Like a match dropped into a barrel of oil, it went from being oil to being FIRE. Gabe's power converted all of the energy into itself, consuming and overtaking it as the force exploded out, and suddenly we were CHARGING.


An Adamant Mammoth, unstoppably fuelled by the combined force of the strongest group of Ascendants under C-rank. We hit that next Mammoth like a speeding train, punching into it and carrying it alone towards the next one without even slowing down. I needed to congratulate my sister after this was over. Her new Path was fucking amazing. For now though, we had elephants to smash.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

We finished a charge and I trumpeted my victory into the blazing sky. Beside me, Bethy cackled maniacally. "Good! Show them our fury Muffins!"


I stopped and turned to glared at her, letting the parallel take charge temporarily. "Bethy, this Mammoth is ME. I am not a pet, and you can NOT keep it. It's a wild animal with no sense of self and the second I release it it will try to harm us. Do not NAME our siege weapon."


"What?" she sputtered. "But he's been so helpful. And he's so cool. Like a walking fortress! I'm going to try to use my Domain to construct my castle around him and give him armor. Muffins the Murder Mammoth, scourge of the seven seas!" She clutched at my armor, eyes wide and shimmering as she painted her word picture.


"Sounds neat," I said mercilessly as I pried her hands off me. "Still no. In fact, based on the nearby skyline, I think we're about done. We should finish this one off and bail before the others realize the Mammoth population is thin and decide to gang up on us."


Bethy actually teared up, and Chelsea patted her shoulder comfortingly as she pulled her away.


"So, how many did we get total?" Callie asked as the Mammoth started its walk towards the forest. "I wasn't able to keep track so well from in here. Pouring my power into the invocation was taking up all my attention."


I beamed at her. "Fifteen. It was a good day. I don't know how the others did, but I doubt many of them managed as well as we did. Hell, we chased more than a few groups off. Part of why I was saying we should bail." I patted the black and green glowing brain fondly. "Sadly this old boy has served his purpose. Like I told Bethy. Too dangerous to keep a wild animal with no sense of self around."


"That confuses me," Jessie said grimly. "I tried to flood the brain with my own energy, hoping we could subvert it, but I'm not getting a proper response. Every time I try to connect with its consciousness I get this feeling of…nothingness."


I frowned. "Honestly, I've been wondering about it myself. D-rank is when beasts are supposed to develop a sense of self. These things aren't coherent at all. Combined with the rocky makeup of their outsides and I'm wondering if they actually ARE beasts. Between the stone construction and the mental gaps, they remind me more of golems almost. Living golems, since they can die, but I wonder if they were created instead of born."


"The placement is suspicious too," Abel piped in. "A ring of "hills" around the direct center of the planet, separating the hemispheres? That can't be natural."


"So you think it's…what?" I asked worriedly. "Some kind of security system? Separate the poles? But then why have us kill them? Is it specifically designed to be used up during the succession war?"


My sister shook her head. "No use guessing. We don't know enough about this place to glean anything solid. You almost ready to abandon ship?"


I sighed, but nodded eventually. "Yeah. We're going out the trunk. I'm going to try to use to fire us in the direction of the nearest city. I was able to get a heading through the Mammoth's eyes. Only issue is how to make sure to finish it off on the way out."


Abel cracked his neck. "I can do it. Just make sure I'm facing the brain as we leave."


My focus was only half on them, I was picking up some possible trouble incoming. I turned the Mammoth around to aim us at the city in question. I was sure we wouldn't make it all the way, but we had wings, so it wasn't like that was a problem.


"Alright, pack it up people," I said distractedly. "Bethy, you're going to be transporting. Callie and I will carry Abel out." The vampire nodded chipperly and started collecting people back into her Domain. It really was absurd how convenient that thing was. Once they were all packed up, I sent her ahead to the entrance of the trunk, which I had aimed up and pointed in the right direction.


Callie and I each grabbed ahold of Abel's coat, walking with him to the exit ourselves, and we made sure to keep clear of his arms. "Alright, now wait until I count to three to let loose. We need to time this carefully."


If he killed it before it expelled us through the trunk it would drop and we'd have to handle our own exit, which defeated the purpose. He nodded solemnly, and I saw the air around him shift as the space turned blood red. I expected to be cut off from the coat we were holding but luckily it seemed to be fine. "Alright," I said slowly. "Ready?" I glanced out through the eyes of the Mammoth and saw a colossal copper form loping toward us. I grimaced.


"Get ready!" I called loudly. "Three. Two. One!" I triggered the trumpeting of the Mammoth once again, going so far as to channel Afterburner to amplify the blast, and at the same time, Abel hauled back and PUNCHED.


The last thing I saw as we were hurled up the trunk towards the light above was a massive bloody fist vaporizing the brain as we were sent hurtling out of the Mammoth at a speed beyond almost anything I'd ever experienced.


Might was definitely their highest stat, and Afterburner combined with the sheer size and power turned the trunk into the barrel of a high velocity cannon.


As we emerged, Callie and I folded our wings against out bodies, carrying Abel as we shot up and out. The air pressure was fierce as we rose through the air, shooting up into the sky like bullets. At the apex of our arc, I spread my wings, Callie doing the same, and we just…hung there.


Catching ourselves during the hangtime between rise and fall, there was a moment of weightlessness before gravity asserted itself. The landscape of the heirworld spread out before us, a vast expanse of shifting landscape of various shades and hues. I looked back to see the copper titan hitting the Mammoth at speed, but he wasn't getting any points from that. It was already dead as could be. I smiled, then turned back towards the city in the near distance.


"WHOOO!" Bethy squealed as she reformed from bats. "This is so COOL!" She was dancing along the clouds, hopping from one to the next.


Our wings caught and we started to slowly glide forward and down, all of our momentum stolen by gravity. Abel hung between us limply, looking sullenly at Bethy as she kept pace beside us. "Can we do that again? Piggy blast!"


"Mammoths are not pigs," I called to her testily. "And how are you doing that? You're walking on clouds."


She shrugged. "Clouds are made of mist, and so am I sometimes, so I can walk on them. Duh."


"That is NOT a duh, moment," I said in exasperation as we drifted forward. "Callie tell her she's being ridiculous."


My wife nodded, calling over the surprisingly loud wind at our slow speed "He's right, they're definitely not pigs. Some kind of elephant I think. Maybe an aardvark or like an ant eater or something. Pigs don't even have trunks."


"Ok, no more of this," I groaned. "Time to dive." And we did. We pitched forward, steepening our angle, and we barreled downward, picking up velocity as we gathered momentum. I could see the city in the distance, and we aimed right at it. I felt something shatter in the air, and laughed breathlessly as the explosion of the shattered sound barrier burst out behind us. A torrent of cats with wings followed us down, Bethy somehow keeping pace.


We pulled out of the dive about three hundred feet in the air, letting our wings drag like parachutes extending behind us, spread to catch as much air as we could as we came in at a a slowly flattening angle.


I let go of Abel when we were about a hundred feet up, and he squawked in surprise, but managed to catch himself anyway. The two of us hit the ground and a casual run, and despite a bit of force on the legs, came to an easy stop in the clearing we'd chosen about a mile outside the city. Abel caught up at a jog, looking annoyed. "You guys are assholes," he spar in annoyance."


"Oh get over it," I shrugged. "It was only a hundred feet. You didn't even fall over."


Bethy appeared in midair, floating gently down on what appeared to be a parasol she'd pulled from nowhere. She landed giddily. "That was so cool. I'm sad I lost the race though."


I raised an eyebrow. "There was no race. We were just falling. Also why did you turn into cats again? I haven't seen that in a while. You usually just do bats nowadays, don't you?" It had seemed out of place even for her, so I was curious about the logic.


She gave me a baffled look. "Um, duh, to get to the ground faster. Cats fall quicker than bats, so they can land on their feet."


"That's…what?" I sputtered. "That's not how ANYTHING works."


I was almost POSITIVE she was fucking with us, but as usual her face was the picture of innocence and sincerity. I shook off the bewilderment. "Anyway, we found our first D-rank city. Now we can get the lay of the land, and hopefully find a place to stay before the others show up. I have to assume we beat the crowd with that little stunt."


Bethy nodded. "Of course, we're going to get so many points for that landing."


"No, Bethy, we aren't being graded on the fall," Callie said with a laugh. "The points were only for killing the Mammoths. But we can get some food and let the others out. It'll be easier to explore with a few hundred people than with just four. Our first job will be to find out more about this town. Name, size, that kind of thing."


"It's called Schvitz," Bethy said bluntly.


"Wait, really?" I asked suspiciously. "How do you know that?"


"Because it's on that sign over there," she said, pointing through the trees to the wooden sign plunked into the ground next to the dirt road into the city. We all froze, then looked at each other in embarrassment.


I sighed, then turned to Bethy. "Alright, well, lets start letting everyone out. I'm pretty sure it'll be less suspicious entering all at once than it would be if a few hundred people randomly showed up inside a town. Don't want to tip our hand too early that we can transport people so easy."


"Alright, just give me a bit," she chirped. Then turned and headed into the clearing to start releasing our friends out onto the surface of the planet, most of them for the first time.


I turned to my wife. "So, I think we're going to need a plan of attack for this next part. I'm not sure what we're supposed to be doing but-" I could have sworn the damned elders were WAITING for me to say things like that, because a new scroll appeared in front of us.


"Announcement: The next task begins. Part 1: the first dozen contestants to enter the city of Schvitz within the next hour will gain points. The fewer contestants who enter, the more points gained."


That brought me up short. WERE they watching? I mean, I guessed they were obviously, but were they tailoring these tasks to us individually? Or were there enough of us nearby for this to be viable. I imagined it was a bit of both. I turned to look at the others with a sigh. "I'm assuming you all got that? Well get ready, because this shit is probably going to get rough."

 

[Malcolm Tent]

I grimaced as I looked through the trees. We had a split second to make the call about our strategy. First of all, did we want to go in first or last? If we waited they would fight it out among themselves and we could mop up the leftovers. Tossing out the exhausted remnants would be much easier than defending a fixed position, but at the same time, we'd also be letting them get entrenched.


Alternatively, we could blitz our way in and defend it ourselves. We had ways to make that work, and while we'd end up slapping away a lot of fresh fighters, we probably had the manpower to hold a defensive emplacement.


I posed the issue to my friends. Abel, Mel, Dom, Sable, Chelsea, Nat, Serah, Holly, Gabe, Benny, Bethy, and Jessie were all gathered around me. My core council of advisors, as it were. Which including Callie and made thirteen. That was enough for each of us to pop a scroll and still have three leftover. When I brought that up, Nat cut in.


"Use mine," she said quickly. "You can wish personally, and you're less likely to run out when you need them. This is early game, and chances are we haven't run into anyone really important yet."


I nodded solemnly. "Alright, how many do you have on hand?"


"Fifty," she beamed. "I've been saving them. Figured they'd come in handy, given you were likely to be blitzing through yours. How many do you need?"


I frowned, thinking it over. "One a piece." I decided. "Thirteen. We need to save some for the next engagement, like you said, these aren't going to be the cream of the crop, just the ones who landed locally. Do we know how many we're going to run into?"


"There are a few hundred candidates, but they all came with hundreds of their own retainers." She explained. "Some of the candidates were higher ranked, and they're at the C-rank area or higher, with their retainers being out on their own. They probably still have scrolls, mind you, but there's no candidate with them, so those groups are at a disadvantage."


We watched through the trees as shadowy forms began to emerge. I called everyone from our side close, extending Murmur over the whole group. Luckily it was a distance thing and didn't require too much extra effort with higher population.


I'd expected it to be a problem actually, but since Dantalion had to analyze and render everything within the radius it was barely a difference from analyzing rocks to people, given they were all within my range of Impact. Under the aegis of my domain, we were all completely untraceable, and the longer we remained in this spot the more undetectable we became. With no C-rankers, even my initial stealth was unbreakable here, so I wasn't worried about being noticed.


"I really wish Argaunt was here," I said in annoyance. "Actually…" I looked around. "We have a bunch of Verdyn followers here. Any archers in the crowd? Snipers work too."


A bunch of people raised their hands. "Huh, ok, I assume at least some of you can charge shots?" About half kept them up. "Perfect, and how many of you can aim well enough not to kill when you're charged up?" Abel cocked his head at me and I shrugged. "Look, some of these people are my relatives. I'm not going to hesitate if I'm in a life or death battle, but firing from perfect stealth with elite archers we have the luxury of shooting to wound.


I grinned at him. "Besides, you leave bodies behind, but wounded need to be cared for and moved. Worst case they burn scrolls bringing them back up to fighting fit and we avoid dealing with them in the future, best case they don't and they're temporarily forced to retreat to do triage."


"Kill them with kindness," Callie beamed. "That's my boy. Just like we learned back in the army. Military forces function on logistics, and none of them ever have enough healers."


I glanced at Bethy. "Once suppressive fire starts, I want you and the cats out there causing chaos. Pop out and shred them then retreat. Don't stay in one place for too long, don't get pinned down, and don't let them SEE you unless entirely necessary. I want them paranoid and freaking out.


"Jessie, Daysia, Celine, Alyssa I need a network of vines spread across the forest ahead of us. I'll cover them as far as I can with Murmur, once you're clear of that, move slow and let the archers and Bethy's strike force act as cover." I gestured towards the adjacent clearing where everyone was starting to gather, or at least to take sides. "Once they're off balance, I'm going to spread Belial through the vines and use the corruption to take control of as many of them as possible. If this goes well, we can minimize scroll conflict by forcing them to burn their stock on their own people."


Jessie grimaced. "I can TRY. I'm not great with Vines anymore. My abilities are so synonymous with beasts and healing people that my plant control has kind of fallen to the wayside."


"I've got us," Celine said kindly, putting a hand on our friend's shoulder. "My forestcraft is pretty much perfect for this, and we have two ACTUAL dryad tree singers here to help. We couldn't DESIGN a better team for this."


Alyssa beamed at her girlfriend. "She's right, Jess. This is what tree singing is best at. We're not moving the trees themselves, so we don't need any dancers. Just growing some vines is well within our wheelhouse. We'll handle the motion, you just give us all a heaping helping of supercharged life fire."


"Archie," I called to my companion. He'd been perched on a tree branch at the edge of my Murmur domain, but at the sound of my voice he trilled and then swept down to land on Jessie's arm, giving me a firm nod. "Thanks bud, knew I could count on you."


Archie had learned from me how to snipe and bicker. I was pretty sure he picked up a lot more through our bond than I did, and even more than I was even aware of. He was just a baby, and he'd picked up so much of what he knew by osmosis it seemed like. I'd have to watch out for that in the future. But I was proud of how he was handling himself now. He knew when things were serious and what to do when that time came.


I focused on Bethy. "I'm going to set you up with a shield. Any preferences?"


She frowned. "I don't need one, but I mean, I guess just make it a pretty color? I don't want you to ruin my outfit with some dumb olive drab force field."


"First of all," I said in disbelief. "WHEN have you seen an "olive drab" forcefield? Second of all, this a STEALTH mission, so I will obviously be making it transparent. If I made it colors that would defeat the entire purpose of you BEING in stealth."


She gave me a scathing look. "That's dumb. It's MOST important to look good in stealth. Because then you get to feel smug that they can't even see the kickass outfit you have on. It's way better than being invisible in ugly clothes. That's not being sneaky, it's just being embarrassed and having to hide."


"I…" I trailed off. "I don't know how to respond to that. I fell like it's wrong, but I can't figure out WHY." I looked at Callie worriedly. "Why is Bethy making sense to me? What have I become?"


She patted me on the shoulder consolingly. "Just focus on the battle, honey. Some things we mere mortals weren't meant to know. Bethy's logic is strange and insidious." Her face went pale. "We can never let Crell teach her the doubt Skill. No one would ever be able to stop her."


I physically shuddered at the mental image, and turned to see Bethy pouting at us. "You guys are so mean. I expect that from Abromawitz, but not from you."


Abel threw his hands in the air. "What do I have to do with this? And how did I know you were talking about me? I'm answering to any A name you say now. And they're getting more and more ridiculous."


Bethy squinted at him. "You didn't say anything, Alfalfa, but you were thinking it."


He turned and stalked away, muttering curses under his breath. I just laughed and turned to the others. "Alright, everyone in position. We need to wait for the fighting to kick off. We're fishing in muddied waters here, and the more chaos they cause on their own the easier it'll be to confuse them."


Just because they couldn't see our archers didn't mean they couldn't figure out where we were by tracking the shots. But if we fired into a melee and picked our positions, we could mix the arrows into the gestalt. They would fall apart searching, leaving Bethy her opening, and leaving the ground clear for the girls to expand the vines I'd need for Belial.


I waved to the archers, twelve of them total, and dispatched them to the edge of my Murmur domain to begin charging their shots.


We watched, we waited, and we observed. The enemy was divided into about fifteen groups. Their clearing was the one right outside of Schvitz, they were arguing, several people having arrived late and joined in. I saw one form I recognized. He was smaller now, but it was definitely the same giant who had crushed those Mammoths in a fit of rage. I stepped up next to one of my archers, a slight girl named Whisper, and nodded to him. "You're the strongest, right? Burst damage?"


"Yes sir," she acknowledged. She was blonde and blue eyes, with elfin features that made her look like someone's kid sister, but those blue orbs were icy and flat. It was like she'd swapped them with the eyes of a bird of prey. "You want me to target the metal one?"


I nodded. "Soft tissue, if you can. I want real damage. He's tough enough to survive a little maiming, and I don't want to take chances."


From what I'd seen, that one was strong. Bethy could handle him, but it was my job to make sure she didn't have to. Even vampires weren't invincible, if she got pinned down among that many enemies she could get hurt. I confirmed with Whisper and headed back over to where Bethy was waiting. I withdrew some of the scrolls that Nat gave me, and I started making wishes.


First thing I did was describe my ideal shield. Size, properties, functions. I designed the perfect defensive structure, with all the bells and whistles. Then I dialed back the durability until it was within Nats limits, and then I adjust it a bit lower and made it modular. Then I wished for the same shield again, and again, and I layered them on top of each other. Five times. I paid with D-ranked chits, and by the time it was done, Bethy was under a five layer translucent bell shape.


Once she was taken care of. I returned to the adge of the clearing where the girls were waiting, ready to do tree stuff. I looked out at the clearing full of enemies, seeing them finally snap and charge across the space. I smiled. "NOW!"


A dozen arrows exploded from a dozen bows, tearing through the air to smash into ten different targets. Two of them missed, no fault of their own, the targets had been swatted aside by their opponents, but ten out of twelve wasn't bad.


As they went down, Callie flicked her wrist and a portal of shadow opened on the ground, Bethy dove inside, her cats on her tail, and vanished into the dark. I triggered Belial and pressed my staff to the vines, beginning the spread of corruption. It was almost time for my part, and then they would see what we could really do.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

Belial was my very first form. It had changed, of course. Evolved. But it was my root. My origin. And I was most familiar with it out of any of my forms. Channeling it through my staff, I was able to push that even further, elevating the form itself to a C-rank ability for a short time, and my control of it reached a supreme state of pinpoint accuracy, especially when I let Dantalion unfold through the vines alongside it.


As they wove and twisted through the still growing vines, I was able to perceive more of the battlefield, to see more of what I was doing, and what I saw gave me a clear grasp on some very important information.


Firstly, my archers were a fucking menace. Especially from perfect cover. Whisper's arrow had blown a chunk out of the titan's thigh, and none of the other arrows that had hit had done any less. Feet blown off, kneecaps severed, one guy had a hole the size of a grapefruit through his shoulder, and it appeared to have VAPORIZED the ball and socket joint at the top of his arm. That one made me wince.


By the time Belial reached them through the vines, everything was in chaos. No one noticed the slight tinge of green and black creeping up through their shoes, and I waited and watched as Bethy tore into them from seemingly a dozen angles at once, appearing and disappearing alongside Donuts and Poptarts.


The cats were holding their own much better than expected. The Night Pride were born in darkness, and had a natural power similar to Callie's. They were ALSO thralls. Bethy fed on her pets as an emergency food source, and I knew that becoming a thrall had certain benefits to the recipient.


Because of the combination, the cats were putting on almost as good a show as their mistress, and it was more than enough for the distraction I needed to complete the corruption of one of the enemy, a completely unassuming man with bottle green hair and bronze skin holding a strange combination sword and shield the size of a door. As soon as I assumed control, he became my weapon, and another fulcrum for me to bring my power to bear against the battlefield.


His giant sword spread the corruption even faster, and I was able to easily direct him into a series of spinning slashes that carried the huge weapon through large crowds of enemies, speeding up the corruption of multiple enemy warriors.


Within about two minutes, I'd corrupted fifteen or twenty more people, and was using them to surgically dismantle any attempt being made to establish order. "Abel, Mel, Dom, Sable, Dastan, Gabe, Serah, and Holly." I called sharply. "You're up, Callie is going to mark your targets. I'm stopping them from putting together a proper resistance, but some of them are building small groups I can't crack. Shatter them."


My mentor cackled with delight. "FINALLY!" he crowed as he strode forward, his body shimmering as he became a living blood warrior. He was quickly surpassed by Dastan as the werewolf transformed and loped forward into battle with a joyful howl.


The battlefield was in complete disarray. My controlled fighters were tearing into any alliances they could get to, and with random fighters turning on friends for seemingly no reason, cohesion was shot. When Abel hit the first group, they barely noticed he was coming until a train sized fist bulldozed them all.


Dastan fell upon the copper titan, fangs gleaming and jaws slavering as he tore into the metallic flesh with savage glee. The titan tried to grow, but as soon as his size started to shift, Bethy appeared like a ghost from behind him, her teeth flashing as she bit into his neck. His strength drained away, accompanied by the soul crushing agony of being fed on without being a thrall, screaming as his stats were siphoned away.


Leaving him to the vampire, Dastan bounded off the giant man (who was about ten feet tall at this point) and landed on a nearby minotaur, bearing him to the ground with reckless abandon.


Randall appeared, the D-rank bear glowing with the powerful enhancement of his mistress, smashing through a huge group of mid level flunkies to get to what appeared to be an actual rhinoceros someone had pulled from SOMEWHERE.


Then things changed. There was a buzz in the air, the world started to shift, and dark clouds gathered above us. I recognized what was happening, and pulled out a few scrolls. One after another, I wished, grinding away at the gathering power of the wish above us. Because thats what it was. A wish. I could see the flickers of purple lightning playing across the clouds. That wasn't a scroll. There was a candidate granting a combat wish right here.


I searched through the vines. Wishes varied in difficulty and time based on how powerful the candidate was, how powerful the wish was, and what the person actually asked for. This one was probably something really complicated that only targeted enemies and needed time to ramp up, and the scrolls were dragging it out.


I couldn't stop the wish. If it had been paid for it was coming, but I COULD take down the candidate who was granting it before they got another one off. Above me, the clouds rumbled ominously. I'd just dropped five D-rank chits on five wishes to nullify that attack, and they were struggling. The candidate in question was clearly much stronger than Nat. Finally, I found him. A short young looking guy with floppy brown hair and mismatched eyes. I could see purple light glowing in his eyes, and I knew this was the right one.


Focusing on the nearest corrupted, I turned his attention to the candidate, and I urged him into a lunging attack with his long spear. Before he could arrive, an armored woman with a severe ponytail appeared from behind the candidate, a short sword batting the spear aside before she blurred forward to try to slit his throat.


My control wavered for a moment as he became terrified for his life, which I hadn't realized was a thing, and he jerked free to hurl himself aside and avoid having his carotid artery opened by the severe looking girl.


She was younger than I'd thought, closer to my age, but then again, age was impossible to measure accurately for Ascendants, so maybe she was a thousand. Either way, she was dangerous, and her eyes were tracking everything nearby. "Dravus, what the fuck is wrong with you?" she spat in disgust. "How could you attack Hadrian?"


My former corrupted coughed, staggering to his feet with a look of terror. "I…I don't know Dara. I couldn't control my body. It was like someone was moving me, but I didn't even realize it was happening until I'd already attacked. You almost killed me!"


She sneered. "Don't be insipid. Bleeding out wouldn't be enough to end you. Not that I'd have shed a tear for the death of a traitor. Help me find what's going on. If someone is controlling people we need to figure out who. Something is wrong with this battle. At least they took Kordax out of the fight. That giant metal bastard is a nightmare to defend against."


Well, I had a name for the copper titan now, I was pretty sure. I scowled. This woman was really competent, and getting by her would be a mess, which meant getting rid of the candidate was going to be tough.


Then I smiled. I didn't need to fight him. I had the vines stretching out to under his feet. I reached through them, and with a slight effort of will, triggered Pit of Despair.


Dara spun in horror at the strangled scream from her boss, shocked to see him falling through a pool of super fine dust and INTO the ground. I smirked, withdrawing the power, and the ground returned to stone. He'd get out of there soon enough, but it would be a good distraction. I turned to Callie. "We're heading in. It's time to hit the town, we need to be one of those winners. Tell everyone else to keep up the good work, but turn this into a moving battle. Stay within Murmur."


I started us forward, but I used one of the corrupted to pass a message to Bethy, who I asked to pass it on to the others so they would know to open us a path.


Sure enough, within seconds, a bloody fist smashed through the chaotic lines, opening up a passage, and the space warped slightly as Abel did his thing, lubricating the space between use and the gate.


I grinned, stepping forward, and we entered the altered space, shooting through the battle at high speeds, so fast that I almost dropped Murmur. The vines disconnected, sadly, once I was too far away to use them, and our plant team was unable to reconnect because of the move, but that didn't matter. Gabe had joined us for the approach, and I was thrilled to see his lance come out as we emerged from the spatial tunnel, smashing into the gate with all of his Adamant power.


There was a thunderous BOOM as we struck the gate, and I sighed, dropping Murmur. Between the destruction of the entryway and the noise, I hadn't been able to cover that. No reason to waste the power, because they were all going to know what was up now.


Luckily I'd given the order to retreat after we made it in, so my forces outside were already headed back. To cover them, I had the archers start up a volley, then turned to my other D-rankers. "Anyone with a shield or main defensive Skill, front and center!" I pulled out some more scrolls. I had used ten so far, and I triggered three more for a clever bit of wishcrafting.


First up, I wish for every one of the defensive warriors to be connected, specifically to focus all of their accrued damage on the largest and most durable of them, a man wearing C-rank armor a lot like mine. Then I wished for HIS incoming damage to be shared across all of them as a group. Then I wished for a fifty percent reduction in any damage applied to him for the rest of the battle.


Three more D-ranked chits gone (I was running low at twenty nine) and the scrolls triggered. Just as I'd planned, any incoming damage to anyone in the group was redirected to the big guy, halved, and then applied evenly across the entire force. Each person was only taking a fraction of the damage from attacks, which they were easily able to deal with. Abel and the others made it back seconds later, and I triggered Behemoth, erecting a series of fortifications to help our people hold the area.


We weren't the only ones inside, some opportunists had slipped inside ahead of us, ignoring the battle, but they weren't worried about us, given there was a horde of other candidates and retainers incoming.


There was a chime of a bell, and a series of golden gates slammed down outside the perimeter. I turned to look and found another candidate standing on the wall, her red hair in a long braid and her green eyes severe. She saw me looking and nodded casually, before turning and heading back into the city.


The gates held. I wasn't sure how strong she was, but I was guessing she was pretty Might focused, given the physical power of those gates.


Sighing, I turned to my wife. "Alright, let's go find somewhere to sleep. This is going to last a while. Nat can supply the others with scrolls if needed, but I think the main thrust of the battle is done with." I put and arm over her shoulder and we headed into Schvitz. My first battle of the succession war was over. I had a feeling this was nothing compared to what was coming.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

The rest of the battle was fairly clean. There wasn't much time left on the event, and before long, it ended, granting me a pretty decent windfall of points. I was up to twenty five points total now for the succession war, though I had no clue if that was good or bad. Still, it couldn't hurt to have them, so I was in a pretty good mood when I finally arrived at the nicest inn I'd been able to find in Schvitz.


Much to my surprise, Callie and I weren't alone. A familiar red haired woman was there, checking in when we arrived, and when she saw us, she gave me a friendly nod. "So. Tall and scary with a blank wooden mask? I bet I can guess who you are."


"Yes," I said dramatically. "It is I, Harold Binderman, from apartment 34D. Tremble before my great name."


Callie rolled her eyes. "Ignore him," she said with exasperation. "He thinks he's funny. This is Solomon, or you can just call him Shane. I'm Calliope. It's nice to meet you…?" She was polite and friendly, clearly interested in making friends with this relative of mine. I could get behind that.


The redhead chuckled. "Belara. Belara Wyndham. And it's fine. My brothers are the same way. You're from the Malachai Branch. I saw you talking to the branch head."


"Yup," I said cheerfully. "You gonna swear eternal vengeance on me now, or wait until my back is turned for dramatic effect?" I made sure my tone stayed teasing, but my eyes were locked on her face. I could smell lies, and I would absolutely attack if I caught so much as a whiff of bad intent from her.


It might be hypocritical, but I didn't trust the WCP (or my dad's relatives for that matter) at all. The environment they grew up in was brutal and ruthless, and while I had plenty of friends from there, I had been warned too many times about their coldness not to keep an eye out for possible treachery, even from the seemingly friendly.


Belara just laughed. "Peace, little cousin. I've got no bad intentions. I was impressed by your forces." She grinned widely. "Of course, it's early days, and I didn't bring much in the way of D-rank power. The next zone is when we start separating the wheat from the chaff. But I'm not against teaming up temporarily to get through a tough spot. Early game alliances are hardly unheard of."


"You aren't secretly planning to kill me to prevent the rise of a second Aiden?" I asked wryly. She hadn't lied yet, but that wasn't the same as telling the truth. Just coming out and asking seemed like the easiest move.


She shrugged. "Not yet at least," she grinned. "But in all seriousness, I'm from an orphan branch. Our branch leaders are a bit more progressive than the old fuddy duddies at the top of the heap. New blood isn't something we have issues with. You're certainly competent, and even if you do make it through, we've seen from Aiden that branches affiliated heavily with the boss can still benefit. Your relationship with Malachai and his people doesn't seem to be entirely harmonious, and your father is a notorious renegade. We were given instructions to evaluate you and see if there was room for cooperation."


Callie nodded in satisfaction. "I figured that might happen. The WCP seems way too factional for any sort of large group censure to be effective."


"Good read," Belsara complimented. "Yeah, despite the sweeping condemnation from on high, benefits are the name of the game. You're impressive, so people are going to want to ally with you. Don't forget that while the prize is a big motivator, there are other benefits to be had. Even if you don't take the top spot, the points you earn can be exchanged for resources, manpower, or directly used to free powerful Ascendants who you can swear to your service.


"The outside world might not know it," she continued excitedly. "But the succession war is the biggest shake up for the WCP. Not just because we choose a new leader, but because performance can dramatically alter the landscape of competition between the branches. Earning the fealty of a few A-rankers and having the points to bring them out can cause a qualitative shift in the power balance of an entire branch."


Which I knew, in the abstract, but I hadn't really considered it from that angle. "So people are going to be making deals to get ahead and improve their scores early on even they don't think they can win." I mused. "Because any bit of gain might reflect on their whole branch."


"Which begs the question," my wife said slowly. "What kind of alliance are you looking for, and what does it entail?"


Belsara gestured us forward, letting us start checking in, and once we finished, waved us over to a couch on the side of the lobby. The inn we'd found was less "inn" and more hotel, a tall stone building with a gorgeous spacious lobby. The whole place was padded with plush carpet, soft earth tone lights casting the warm brown walls in shadow, and several ponds containing golden fish were scattered along the length of the room, the fish catching the lights as they swam by, reflecting streaks of gold, red, and orange light.


"This town," Belsara said once we sat down. "Is something of a safezone now. Temporarily. It's not official, but once the event ended, it was decided that the internal forces would keep the peace to recover before the next mission. This isn't uncommon, because town defense usually implies a sort of claim that tends to be rigorously enforced. But the truce only lasts until we leave. Once we step foot outside it's a free for all."


I nodded in understanding. "And you're worried you'll be targeted? I take it your D-rankers aren't specced for combat?"


She shrugged. "I've always been more a fan of utility. My higher end combat power isn't bad, but all my best retainers are in the other zones. So yeah, I'm hoping to piggy back off your forces to make it further in. But you know as well as I do that having another candidate along is a net benefit. You can leave the offset for the wishes to me and my people. We have training for this kind of thing. As far as I can tell, you were planning to rely on a combination of overwhelming force and surprise for your counterwishes?"


"Something like that," I admitted. "You can do better?"


As much as I wanted to deny it, my education in counterwish tactics was pretty lacking. If I could get someone onboard who had a solid grasp on that process, it would take a lot of stress off my plate, not to mention I would save up a ton of scrolls I could use for other things. I was sure we'd have to supply some too, more people meant more scrolls needed, but it would at least let us save MY scrolls for emergencies. Being at seven hundred and fifty thousand points made me a top tier combatant in D-rank, and that meant my wishes were valuable in this zone.


"I can," she confirmed. "And beyond that, I have connections in the city. Or rather, lines of connection further into the zone and into the next."


I cocked my head. "You're willing to introduce us to your connections?"


"Look," she said with a sigh. "I'm not one of the elite. I don't have a huge secondary faction or clan backing me. I don't have a brilliant genius as a retainer to carry my banner. I'm not winning this. I'm not even the favorite in my own branch. But you? You've got a shot. Your father is here, in the war, supporting you. Elijah Wyndham is a name people remember. He's SCARY, and jumping ship didn't make anyone forget that. Your mother and his retainer Ezekial were both part of his original team. Not to mention Lark's second."


"So your whole thing about wanting to see how I did was-" I started wryly.


She held up a hand. "True. We have a long way to go before we hit the core zone and reach the A-rankers for support. If you weren't up to it, I'd have dropped the whole thing. But your people are good. YOU'RE good. I don't know how you were doing half the shit you did out there, but I was impressed."


Reaching into my ring, I pulled out a piece of paper. I scribbled out a contract, stopping to adjust a few bits when Callie or Belsara noticed something that needed changing, and once I finished, I passed it to her along with a scroll. "Here's my terms. You'll give me a term of service service adhering to the letter of that contract for the next year. As for the actual wish, not my business, just figure out what you want."


She chuckled. "Not a bad way to do things. Contracts can be useful. I should have figured Elijah Wyndham's kid would be a stickler for the letter of the law." She read it over, then unrolled the scroll. I saw the terms of her wish pop up, and I laughed. She was asking for a contracts Skill. I granted it, Beginner just below Intermediate, and the contract burst into flames as the wish codified it into a payment, making it iron clad.


Belsara beamed. "Fantastic! It's a short term contract, so I'm not getting pinned down to anything big, and I get to build out this Skill how I like it." She hopped to her feet. "Anyway, seems like my work here is done. We've all had a long day, and I want a nap. Meet you both down here in five hours for dinner?"


My other retainers were currently spreading through the city on my orders, finding places to stay and mixing with the locals looking for information, but my inner circle would be here soon enough, and I would need to introduce her. "Sure," I laughed. "Go get some rest. We'll check out our room."


We'd gotten a suite because Callie was insistent we treat this like a partial honeymoon. I think she mostly just wanted to sleep on a big fancy bed, but I wasn't going to argue with her on this.


Once Belsara left we took the elevator up to the top floor. "Man, it's nice to be somewhere the tech level is normal." I said with a sigh. "Magic is great, but something about machinery just makes me more at ease, you know?"


My wife laughed. "I feel that. I never really thought about how convenient technology was until I had to start substituting magic."


I put an arm around her shoulder. "Hopefully the amenities in this place are nice as the lobby. I can't wait to get a nice hot shower. It feels like its been ages." It hadn't been, just a few hours, but something about hotel showers always made me happy. Like an adventure.


Maybe I should have been more worried, more on edge, but I couldn't muster that right now. I felt…at home. This succession war was my home ground, and I was kicking ass. I wasn't out of the weeds yet, obviously, but I was going to stay balanced and at ease. Like Zeke had told me so long ago. Why worry?


I felt Callie squeeze my arm as she caught that, warning me through the bond not to get cocky, but I sent back reassurance. I wasn't under the impression I was invincible, but I knew my worth. And besides, I had a good feeling about this. I could feel the winds of fate blowing across me even as we rose through the hotel. Things were already changing, and all I needed to do was keep up.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

After my shower, I was about to try to take a nap, but I was cut off by a call from Belsara. I answered with an annoyed grunt. "What?" I asked with exasperation. "I thought we were meeting in a few hours for dinner?"


She grinned sheepishly. "We were," she admitted. "But I got a call from one of my local contacts. A friend of a friend heard that I knew you, and decided to use me to send an invitation from a local bigshot. Turns out one of the big bosses for this region lives in town, and he was so impressed by word of your entrance that he wanted to speak in person. He's not exactly easy to get in touch with, though, and he insists that the meeting has to happen immediately if you want it to happen at all."


I groaned as I rolled out of bed. Callie, who had already collapsed in a nightgown to sleep, whined as I moved the blanket aside, letting in cold air and light. "Wuzzat?" She mumbled groggily.


"Going to take over the world," I told her with a chuckle. "Go back to sleep."


She cocked her head, eyes never opening, then let it drop back onto the pillow. "S'good," she slurred. "Bring me a p'tato."


"Yes dear," I laughed. I stepped outside, spinning up my ring to make a pair of calls. Within moments, Bethy and Abel arrived outside my door, taking the stairs up to meet me as I'd asked. When they arrived, I filled them in on what was happening. "So I need you to go with me to meet this local crime boss or whatever."


"Isn't this a prison planet?" Bethy asked skeptically. "Wouldn't all the bosses be crime bosses?"


I shrugged. "Or maybe none of them are, who knows. You guys coming or not? Because I'll send a clone to meet him if I need to."


"Please," Abel snorted. "There's no way I'm missing this. I'm definitely-"


"Going to WHAT?" Said an annoyed voice. We all turned to find Mel standing in the hall, an irritated tilt to her head and her arms crossed. "Run off without me on a hostile prison planet. Again. We did have the talk about you TELLING me before running off to get yourself stabbed or shot or whatever fresh torment you're inflicting on your body today, right?"


To my utter astonishment, Abel actually paled. "I…that is, well, that's to say…hi honey?"


She didn't look amused, even with the mask on. "I don't care if you want to go help, Abel, I'm just getting sick of being left behind. You said you'd let me know next time."


"It's his fault," he said, mercilessly throwing me under the bus as he literally pointed to me like a small child. "I didn't even know what this was until just now. I was totally going to go tell you before we left. Be mad at Shane not me."


"What, no?" I sputtered. "Nobody told me about a check in. If I'd known I'd have just called Mel too. I think its clear that your conversation was so unimportant that he didn't feel the need to keep his employer informed."


He glared at me. "Oh you rat bastard," he hissed in disbelief.


"Enough," Mel said with an eye roll. "Callie is right, you ARE annoying when you think you're being funny. I'm coming along, get over it and move on."


Shrugging, I gestured for her to fall in. We headed down to the lobby, meeting up with Belsara, and were picked up by a shuttle heading away from the hotel. "Alright, so tell me about this crime lord. Who is he? Where are we meeting him? What should I expect."


"They call him the Animal," she said with a shrug. "I don't know a ton about him. I know he remains locked up almost all the time, and has to be restrained when he has visitors. He still runs things though, somehow. They come to consult him on all decisions, despite his confinement."


I raised an eyebrow. "They keep their boss in prison?" I asked. "Because that seems…weird."


She shrugged again. "No idea. That's all I was told. My general takeaway is that he CAN leave whenever he wants, he just chooses not to. Why that is, I couldn't say." We drove for about twenty minutes before pulling up outside of an old building. It was made of bricks and cement and had heavy metal doors. Outside of the front was a sign that said "detention".


We climbed out, and were met at the entrance by a cadre of armed men, some with swords, some with knives, some with guns. The one at the front of the group was a small man with dark skin and short cropped hair. He had a long hooked knife on his belt. "Mr. Wyndham?" He asked me in a flat voice.


I nodded, and he gestured me inside. "The boss will see you. But just you. Your friends need to wait outside."


That brought me up short, but rather than being a dealbreaker, it almost made me trust them more. This was far too overt to be any decent kind of trap. Bethy, Abel, and Mel could arrive to back me up in moments, so I wasn't too worried about being alone with their boss. Of course, that didn't mean I cared much about their rules. I made a quick gesture to Bethy, and as soon as we were out of sight, she pulled the others into her Domain and vanished into stealth.


After preparing a scroll from Nat just in case, I followed them inside, descending a large staircase to the basement level where a man was waiting to speak to me. Once I reached the bottom of the steps, the rest of them retreated, leaving me alone with just one other person.


He looked…fragile. Thin and emaciated and trapped inside a glass box. His arms and legs had large metal rings filled with padding clamped around them, and as we descended, the knife guy called out our approach. We stopped at the bottom of the steps as "the Animal" was shepherded to the back of his cell, where he placed the metal bands against two hanging metal plates descending from the ceiling. There was a clank as the plates magnetized, snapping them directly to the metal and holding him there. Bethy and the others appeared beside me, but he didn't seem to care very much, his calm eyes focused on me.


The glass box was mostly empty aside from the two hanging plates and a small cot, but surprisingly luxurious apart from that. The cot was plush and covered with soft looking sheets, and there were boxes of books pushed under it. The Animal, meanwhile, was unusually well groomed for someone who lived in a box, his hair long but well cared for and his face shaved to a fine stubble.


He smiled as we approached. "Friends," he said gregariously. "Welcome. I apologize for the poor reception, my room is a mess. I'm something of a pack rat." He shot a winning smile at us, eyes flicking across the room to highlight the very few personal belongings.


"Um, thanks," I said. "And no problem. Are you really in charge here? Because no offense, but you sleep in a box."


He barked out a laugh. "That I do. It's a complex situation. My confinement is one of the conditions of my leadership. I'm considered too dangerous to allow free, so they submit to my rule in exchange for my willing imprisonment. They're incapable of holding me against my will, so my authority is treated as an inducement towards my incarceration."


"They're so scared of you escaping they made you their KING?" I asked in disbelief. "Because no offense, but why not just kill you?"


His grin became wolfish. "It's been tried. Poison, fire, electrocution, my abilities make me something of a conundrum for potential assassins. Of course, overwhelming force could most likely do the deed, but any attempt at that kind of direct conflict would breach our deal, and I would no longer be obliged to play nice."


Bethy gave him a strange look, then sniffed. "You smell like a bear. Also a dog. And sometimes a fox. It's pretty weird."


The hanging prisoner beamed at her. "Excellent Perception, as expected, Miss. Lark. My ability allows me to internalize physical characteristics from the consumption of flesh. They call me the Animal, because I am not simply AN animal, but all animals, or at least as many as I wish to be. Of course, this is my unaltered state. I choose to remain in this form so as to appease my friends behind the glass. I appear less threatening like this."


"That's dumb," Bethy said bluntly. "You're way too dangerous to be locked up in that box. I can feel a threat from you right now. It wouldn't even take you a second to bust out and attack us."


"A fact they are well aware of," he admitted. "Intellectually. Emotionally, it is a bit more difficult for them to accept. I allow them their little flights of fancy, because it smoothes our working relationship."


I stared at him hard. "So my question becomes, why are you still here at all? Why not move to the next zone? You shouldn't be too far away from C-rank."


"I am not," he acknowledged. "But therein lies the issue. I'm too strong. None of the C-rank forces want to see me rank up. I've been suppressed here for quite some time, and it has been made clear to me that should I Ascend, I will face fatal opposition. Hence my desire to approach you."


I saw his end game. "You want us to bring you along," I said with a sigh. "You'd be able to rank up safely, reach the next zone, and establish yourself based on the protection of my forces. Even if we fail out early, you'd be in a better position and one step closer to the top of the heap. Plenty of time to grow into your new C-rank power relying on whatever inroads you can make with the local forces under my banner."


"I do so love talking to people with a brain," he chuckled. "My position is unique within the D-rank zone. I am a terrifying threat, and one none of the local powers want to see rise, but that's only in normal circumstances. Working WITH me…well quite a few D-rank forces would be swayed by such a possibility. Forces with branches in the higher zones, ones that could be quite useful to you in the later stages of the succession war."


That made sense. "If you weren't strong enough to hold your own among the D-rankers you'd be dead rather than imprisoned. And we definitely need peak D-rank combatants. We have maybe five or six, but you can't have too many."


Until we reached the C-rank territory, we were going to be relying entirely on me, Bethy, Callie, and Abel. Gabe and the angels were strong, as was my sister, but they weren't universe level combatants. We were up against people from the peak of the five factions. Honestly the C-rankers were going to be a big problem when we got there, but I'd cross that bridge when I came to it.


I reached into my ring, withdrawing a contract, and started writing. I wasn't willing to TRUST this guy, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be useful. I just had to make sure my contract with him was airtight to prevent any betrayal. The ability to smell lies and semi predict the future should help me keep him from turning on us, and I wasn't worried even if he did, because while he might be tough even for the heirworld, he wasn't BETHY tough, because literally no one was as far as I could tell.


Still, I went out of my way to make the contract as accurate as possible, then I drew out a scroll, and tossed the two of them into the glass box with a relatively clever use of Double Trouble. I left them on the box, then smiled up at the Animal. "Alright. Here's the deal. That contract is your payment for your wish. What you might wish for I can't say, but somehow I have a feeling you'll think of something. We're going to go wait outside for you to make your wish and somehow escape, and you can meet us out there."


Since I was sure that he wouldn't be able to access the scroll until we were gone and he was released, that felt like the safest path. So we left, heading out to wait for our new teammate. Sure enough, minutes later, I felt a wish complete, and the contract slotted into place. Shortly after, the Animal arrived next to us. With a brand new guide in tow, we headed back to the hotel to meet up with everyone else. Maybe we could do dinner early. I was starving.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

We DID end up having dinner early. Callie was awake when we got back, and she raised an eyebrow at our new friend, but didn't say anything else. Belsara was practically glowing with smugness over how quickly I'd gotten the Animal (he tried to get us to call him Mal, but Abel informed him it would be too confusing given Mel's name, and told him it was Animal or 'Annie") on our side.


She mentioned having a few other connections nearby, but the Animal was a better source, and he informed us that we should leave for one of the spoke cities as soon as possible.


Apparently, the layout of the D-rank zone was a lot like the outside of a wheel, with spoke cities about halfway through set at equidistant intervals along the central belt. There were actually spoke cities in both directions from the equator, all of them the primary locations of the major forces in the D-rank zone, and the nearest one was Yettin.


We were all sitting at dinner as Animal filled us in on this, amazed by exactly how much the man could eat. Apparently they hadn't been feeding him much, because he was demolishing several hug tubs of pork between sentences, and everyone looked a little sick at the sight.


"Can you chew and THEN speak?" Demanded my sister with a queasy look. "Or chew at all. I swear you just unhinged your jaw like a snake for that last one."


Animal swallowed hard, then belched. "Apologies, friends," he said with an apologetic smile. "My mass is quite a bit more formidable than it appears. They minimized my caloric intake in order to weaken my combat power. I was able to conserve energy by remaining mostly sedentary, but simply holding this form consumes a sizable amount of energy. I'm afraid I'm quite famished."


Bethy clicked her tongue sympathetically. But she was clearly excited about this information. "Being hungry sucks. I get hungry all the time. Then I eat stuff. That totally checks out. You're eating stuff cuz you're hungry, but are you going to turn into that stuff? You ate a bunch of pork. Are you a pig now? How do you turn back into a people? Do you have to eat a people? Do you have to do that every time you turn into something else? Do you keep people parts on you to snack? Are they fingers? Is that where finger sandwiches come from?"


Her tirade was all spat out in a single breath, but it was cut off by Chelsea putting a hand over her mouth. My sister shot Animal an apologetic look. "Sorry. Bethy doesn't really have a filter. You don't have to answer any of that."


"Um, yes he does," I cut in. "Specifically the cannibalism thing. Because if you eat people, that's going to need to stop immediately."


I hadn't even considered that. Trust Bethy to come up with the most disturbing possible explanation for any given ability. It was a good question though, even if I was pretty sure I already knew the answer.


He chuckled. "No, I don't eat people. I do have SOME standards. They taste terrible."


None of us laughed at that, except Bethy, who dissolved into some very worrying giggles. Rolling my eyes at what I was ninety percent sure was theatrics, I raised an eyebrow at Animal. "So, we're probably going to be getting a task soon, a way to earn more points, and if you want off this hellhole when we leave, we're going to need to maximize those gains. If you were going to have a big contest near here, where would it be?"


"Probably the abyss," he said after a moment of thought. "It's on the way to Yettin, and it would definitely make things difficult."


I felt my stomach tighten at the term. "The Abyss?" I asked worriedly. "Like…something to do with the Void?" The last thing we needed was to deal with those interdimensional bastards right now.


"Not like that," he assured me. "The Abyss is just a giant canyon. It's a few miles wide and so deep you can't see the bottom. It's crisscrossed with strands of web that form paths between the two sides. No one is sure what MADE the webs, but there are caves honeycombing the cliffs on either side, and the webs run between the entrances."


I frowned. That sounded like EXACTLY the kind of place the WCP would plan a trial for. "What's in the caves? Is it giant spiders?"


"Surprisingly no," he said with a laugh. "No one has ever seen a giant spider in the abyss. Which is good, because to make webs the size of those walkways, it would need to be the size of a small town. And the town wouldn't be that small. Whatever made those, it isn't D-rank, so we THINK it got pushed further inland when the zones were being formed. Or it was S-rank, in which case it's dead."


"Well, that's both good and bad," I said brightly. "No spiders, is great, but what's in the caves then? It's probably like goblins or something, right?"


He shook his head. "Kobolds," he corrected.


"Of course," I sighed. "I don't suppose THEY have moral objections to eating human flesh?"


"Not to my knowledge," he grimaced. "In fact, as far as I know they're quite enamored with the stuff. The natural barrier is one of the reasons Yettin is so impossible to attack. The city is on the other side of the cliffs, and the abyss itself is more crescent shaped than a straight gash in the ground. It provides Yettin a defensive line on three sides. The city is built in a wedge shape too, so any attack has to split around a point directly opposite the midpoint of the abyss wall."


I nodded along. I didn't know what the event would be, but any information was helpful. I hoped we wouldn't need to do another siege, but it WAS possible. I suspected not though. If I had to guess it would be something more like a maze. My relatives valued novelty quite a bit. Repeating the same trial twice in a row seemed beneath them.


Benny sighed from where he sat nearby with Celine. "Giant spiders, kobolds, why is all the unpleasant shit only showing up when we arrive on the scene. I bet you didn't run into anything like this on Rackham."


"Just an evil horned demon ghost that ate people and wore their skins," I said dryly. "Really, the whole place was pretty much the ideal vacation. I almost bought a commemorative hat."


Bella shuddered. "Ugh, that thing was terrible," she hissed. "And super gross. I hope I never seen anything like that temple again. Easily the scariest place I've ever been. And the monster itself almost killed us."


"It did not almost kill us," I told my apprentice exasperatedly. "We were in almost no danger. I wasn't going to let you get murdered for no reason. It would make me look terrible. I'm a GOOD mentor, unlike some people who shall not be named. Because Bethy keeps forgetting what their name is and coming up with random pseudonyms that start with the letter A."


Abel glared at me. "I get no respect," he complained. "My training has kept you alive AND got you married. You think you'd be good enough for that one if you didn't have your soul bond? You should be thanking me."


That drew a laugh from Belsara, and when we turned to look at her, she smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, it's just…I like the way you interact with your people. My mom always said, you can tell a lot about what kind of leader someone is by how they treat their subordinates. Most candidates are smug little shits who bow and scrape to their betters. Even the elites are usually just high and mighty pricks who barely acknowledge their people. I feel better about this particular alliance after seeing you all interact."


I shrugged. "I never got the smugness. Being a candidate isn't some kind of ticket to fame and power. If anything, it's a pain in the ass. Pure support, with no real way to impact the situation? If I didn't have a second ability I'd be fucked. No way I'd have gotten this far. And same goes for my friends. If they didn't have my back, I never would have made it here."


"It's true," Abel admitted. "He'd be lost without us, but more importantly, he's not a total ass. I wouldn't have joined up if he was, no matter how many wishes he offered. Real powerhouses don't need to barter for power. They TAKE it."


Benny snorted. "Speak for yourself old man, I personally LOVE the wish power. I'd be here either way, but I won't pretend it's not convenient. I wouldn't have grown this fast without it."


We chatted like that for the rest of the meal (we had Beef Wellington) and then retired to our rooms to sleep. We put out a message to everyone else on the team, letting them know to gather at the city wall at the crack of noon. Then we all headed to sleep.


When Callie and I got back up to the room, I crashed onto the bed with a groan. "I should have napped like you," I groaned. "Curse me and my proactive approach to faction growth."


"Yes," she said dryly. "Because that's what you're known for. Forward thinking growth strategies and exciting investment opportunities in the field of faction development. I'm surprised you don't have any recursion for that yet."


"Your sarcasm is noted," I sniffed. "And not appreciated. How do you know I don't have recruitment recursion. I was able to recruit Animal easily enough. Everyone loves to work with me."


She giggled, flopping down onto the bed next to me. "Yes dear," she said through a wide grin. "You're an excellent employer and everyone knows it. But seriously, thanks for letting me sleep."


"Always," I told her with a smile. She sat up, scooting up the bed, and lifted my head, setting it in her lap as she removed my mask. Her fingers skimmed down to rub my temples, working away the tension that had built up over the course of the day. The shower had helped, but this was so much better.


As if hearing my desire to unwind, Callie started chatting. Nothing serious or important, just little things. Stuff she'd seen at the shops when she was training, things she'd seen and done while we were apart. She just rubbed my temples and talked, the low hum of her voice soothing me as I drifted off to sleep.


In the morning I woke up refreshed and energetic, and Callie was snuggled against me happily. I slipped out of bed, going to find her some breakfast, and then brought her a plate of eggs and bacon with a jam covered breakfast muffin and a cup of coffee. She moaned happily as she woke up, devouring the meal in silence as we sat together. We'd slept in, so by the time we finished it was time to head out.


We met up with everyone else at the city walls as agreed, and we did a quick headcount to make sure we didn't leave anyone behind. Then, once that was done, we all set out from Schvitz in the direction Animal had indicated.


Sure enough, about halfway there, we received another message from the competition supervisors.


"Announcement: The next task begins. Cross the abyss by any means necessary. Beware the dwellers in the dark, as well as your other competitors. Before crossing, acquire the golden spheres from within the cliffside caves. One sphere equals one point. Spheres will be collected on arrival in Yettin."


I grimaced, staring at the slowly massing army of people gathering in small groups at the edge of the giant chasm I could see in the distance. Great. There were way more than had been involved in the last trial. This was going to suck.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

"So, this is going to be a bit tougher than expected," I told my friends as we came to a stop in the middle of the plains. I had us under Murmur, so we weren't exposed, and it was safe enough to stop to plan our approach. There were a LOT of people ahead of us. "Belsara, any information on who we're dealing with?"


My new ally frowned, squinting into the distance. Her aide, Jessa, a tall blonde woman with strong features and piercing blue eyes, reached into a pouch, passing her a small brass telescope. It was pretty old school, but I could see the enchantment script flowing across the side. Not a variation that I'd come across before, but very dense. Whatever that thing did, it was more than just make things look bigger.


Belsara put it to her eye, watching carefully for a minute or two, then sighed. "I don't recognize a lot of them. I'm guessing there are a few groups from the C-rank candidate factions, maybe even one or two from a B-ranker's retinue. I DO recognize Andros, Veslia, and Best. Two from the Orphan branches, though not the same as me, and one from Percival's branch."


Animal hummed with interest. "This trial isn't as simple as it looks. The spheres are in the caves. Most of the newcomers will probably drop down and head for Yettin through the lower cave entrances, but there are caves on both sides. The ones on this side will probably be skipped. If we can access them from out here, we can bypass the crowd, benefit from the free space, and then make it to the other side in time to sweep up the tired remnants of anyone who is still down there."


"Damn it," Benny sighed. "We're going underground again? I hate when we have to go underground. Remember that creepy underground lich castle in the scavenger hunt back home? I still have nightmares about that place."


"You didn't even have to go IN," I protested. "If anyone should have nightmares it should be me or Callie."


After bickering for a minute, I sent Archie out to scout. My companion trilled cheerfully as he swept off into the air, but I watched him carefully in case someone took a shot at him after he left the Murmur Domain. Once he was up and out far enough, I connected our vision. After a minute or two, I found a small valley not far away.


The valley was in the middle of a small copse of trees (there were several of them spattering the plains) and the shrubbery camouflaged the entrance so thoroughly even Archie's amazing vision barely caught it.


He returned quickly, swooping down to perch on my upraised arm. "Found a small valley nearby. We can look for an entrance to the cave system there, and if there isn't one, we can make it."


"Make it?" Animal said curiously. "I realize there isn't much rock out here, but this is still a higher planet. Even if you have some kind of digging ability, it'll burn through your energy faster than normal to get through even loose dirt."


I grinned at him. "I can handle a little dirt. Don't worry about that. Though it would be better if there's a natural entrance there. I'll scope everything out when we arrive." We made good time to the valley, and I was surprised how deep and spacious it was. The thing was barely visible from the surface, with only an aerial view giving me a small glimpse, but once we entered the copse of trees and pushed through the thick underbrush, we exited into a totally hidden crevasse, a nearly horizontal shaft of space leading down and in, with a canopy of plantlife interspersed with tree roots cutting it off from the sky.


Once we got inside, I let Murmur drop, focusing instead on using my staff to push Dantalion to C-rank so I could scan the nearby surroundings. Dantalion had all my Perception skills worked into it. Song of the Soil was included in the form, and being pushed to C-rank let me penetrate the ground with that subskill easily enough.


My Perception spread into the ground, sinking through the dirt like water as it extended around us. I turned, walking through the crevasse until I reached the far edge. Callie followed me over. "There an entrance there?" She asked quietly.


I shook my head. "Not exactly. There's an offshoot of a longer distance cave system running beneath the valley, but it's not connected. About fifty feet down. I can make a tunnel. Just back everyone off.


She did, and I cracked my neck as I prepared to do some excavation. Triggering Agares, I pressed my staff against the ground, channeling my Dust Construction based form into the dirt. It took me a minute to permeate the high level ground, but it WAS just loose soil. With a grunt of effort, I dissolved it all into dust, and then started the process of compacting and condensing the dust into a fifty foot tunnel complete with staircase.


It took about ten minutes, but I got it finished, and then gestured for the others to follow me down. "Not bad," Animal said as he joined Callie, Abel, Bethy, and my sister at the front with me. "That must come in handy."


"You have no idea," I confirmed. Our shoes hissed slightly as we walked across the hard black stone, green acidic veins running through it to strengthen the material. "Now, anyone here have scouting abilities? Because I don't have time to scan every tunnel one by one, and Beelzebub would take too long."


My wife snorted. "It's like you completely forget what I can," she bumped me to the side with a playful swing of her hip, strutting forward to kneel down and touch the shadows at the corner of a nearby wall.


Her hand sinks in and I see her eyes fade to black as it does. I blink in surprise, because I didn't remember if that had happened before. Was it a side effect of her new Solid Path? I sent a quick pulse through the bond, and just to make sure I was comfortable, she tapped into her heretic flame. Her eyes, previously pitch black orbs, flared to life with a ring of blue fire, creating a flaming iris within the darkness out of nowhere.


Before I could ask, I felt a surge through the bond, and a parallel was created through Piece of Mind. She connected it to the bond directly, and I was suddenly looking through the shadows in a dozen places, eyes scanning the area from a point of view beyond human limitations, even MY human limitations.


Sure enough, we found one, two…nine golden spheres. Unfortunately, we also found several other parties of people and…other things. "Fuck," I spat softly. "Kobolds. They're the dragon ones."


Kobolds, as I knew from earlier research, came in two flavors. Draconic kobolds were a humanoid lizard people similar to goblins. As Animal had mentioned, they ate humans, and each other, and small rocks or piles of dirt. Kobolds were omnivorous, but they had a special affinity for anything shiny. I glanced back at my group, most of whom wore some kind of armor and many of whom glowed in some fashion from some kind of power expression when active. I sighed.


Callie looked distracted but distressed, her face a mask of distant discomfort. "Warbands. And several of them. There's probably a city down here somewhere. Must be deep if Yettin hasn't run into them. Wonder why that didn't come up in the recon?" I held up a hand, kneeling to push Dantalion into the earth. Rather than spread out, I pushed my sphere of perception into more of a cone, the point starting at my hand, and extended it as deep as I could searching for any kind of settlement. I came up with nothing. Shaking my head, I stood back up.


"If I had to guess, it's the spheres," I said sourly. "The organizers must have known. Why else use gold as a points marker. And make us carry them across the chasm personally. We're basically walking bait. No way to estimate population either, because I didn't pick anything up with Dantalion, so the city is LOW down."


Sighing, I just shook off the concerns that were now slowly bubbling up. "Doesn't matter, we ignore it. Nearest sphere is about two miles that way," I pointed to the southeast. "And probably a mile down. Bethy, do me a favor and find us a route."


She brightened. "Wait, really?" At my nod, she squealed with excitement and then exploded into a cloud of bats. The bats scattered, chittering happily, and we all waited in the tunnel for about two minutes. After that, the bats came roaring back, condensing into Bethy's excitable form as they gathered. "Ok, I got it, this way!"


With a flash of movement, she blurred off down the tunnel, and we followed after her as best we could. She wasn't exactly slow, but with Dantalion it was easy enough to track her passage, so we made decent time behind her.


We emerged into a massive chamber covered in complicated symbols, all of us stopping at the edge of what appeared to be a perfectly clear moat. In the center of the moat was a pedestal, and on the other side, staring at us hungrily, were a large crowd of very small lizard people salivating as they stared at our group.


Between my faction and Belsaras we were up to three hundred and fifty people, and they had easily five times that number. Some of them carried strange weapons or wore bones or body parts pinned to their clothing. Their armor was meticulously crafted and incredibly delicate, which made both the adornments and the creepy scenes of screaming victims engraved on them very disturbing to look at.


'Warband," I commented to my wife lightly. "Now I get it. Any chance they're NOT going to try to murder us to get that thing?"


"Nope," she said without taking her eyes off the leader, a tiny purple kobold in luxurious silk robes wearing a scarf of what I was unfortunately sure were human intestines. Lungs hung from the neckwear, and they inflated and deflated in time with someone's breath, though disturbingly NOT the breath of the kobold wearing them.


I paused for a second, then shrugged. "Archers!" I called loudly. "Take them out! Defenders, split up and take up positions on the bank of the moats." Before I even finished talking, my people deployed, getting into position, and I turned to Bethy. "Get me that sphere," I told her bluntly.


Nodding excitedly, Bethy exploded into a cloud of mist, even as arrows began to rain down on the huge army adjacent to us. To escape, they split up, and as expected, hugged the shore of the circular moat in two waves as they flooded toward us. They slammed into the two shield battalions and stopped cold, but after we stalled the initial wave, the rest of them just kept coming, trampling their comrades and climbing over them to get into the middle of my people.


Cursing, I triggered Agares, creating a thin film of dust over the hard ground that I could use to move my people easily. I pulled us all together, then lifted, creating a platform that allowed our shield legion to fully encircle our force. With the ability to stand shoulder to shoulder and reinforce, we stalled them again, but I saw even more of them spill into the cavern from the cave mouth on the other side.


Snarling, I threw out a hand, tapped into my staff, and ignoring the pain from forcing it to do this twice, used the elevation function to push Wrath to C-rank. A lake of burning toxic dust expanded beneath the army and they started to fall in, screaming and scrambling atop each other to get away. I thought things were turning around, until a deep voice boomed. "FOOLS!"


The purple kobold in the robes had hung back, and it lifted its staff, calling to some sort of…spirit. A massive draconic skull image manifested in the air above it, and a crushing force slammed down across the entire cavern. Wrath was forcibly cancelled, and I glared at the wizard kobold. Apparently this wasn't going to be as easy as I'd hoped. Oh well, game on.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

The kobold wizard was staring intently at me from across the cavern. Not smug, or mocking, but focused. The lungs hanging around his neck pumped like bellows, glowing as the dragon skull manifestation became clearer. Behind him, the skull began to expand. A spine appeared, and then a pair of skeletal wings, and from the spine grew six skeletal arms.


As the thing expanded, I saw some of the other kobolds freeze, their eyes glowing with the same unearthly purple light that shone in the eyes of the skull. Slowly, they started to thin, flesh contracting and dessicating, and as they did, draconic scales and muscle began to flow over the skeleton. Ten kobolds dropped, then twenty, then a hundred. More flowed in through the cave entrance as they died, replacing their numbers, an endless tide of the damned things.


Above us all, the six armed dragon roared, the cavern shuddering from the force of its booming shout.


Glaring, I focused on the platform we were standing on. It was mine, made with Agares, and I was still in control. The platform melted away, turning to tar, and then reformed into a massive stone arm. Mountain stance flowed through it as I triggered Behemoth, and the hand whipped us back, depositing us safely out of the reach of the attacking army before whipping back towards the dragon with a brutal chop.


The monster roared, its arms swinging out, two of them intercepting mine, and the other four spearing toward us, talons extended. I heard a derisive snort, and then a pair of blood red fists manifested above us, blurring forward in a quadret of strikes. Each punch smashed into a weak spot on the dragon limbs, deflecting the force perfectly, and Abel's followup strike aimed right at the wizard.


From behind the little lizard, another figure emerged. Another kobold, but this one was MUCH bigger. The lizard wizard was like four feet tall, and scrawny, but this thing was easily eight feet and covered in thick plate armor. It swung a colossal axe, the heads each as big as my sternum, and designed to look like spreading wings, the draconic center of the weapon wrapped around the wooden haft in a way that was both artistic and functional.


Abel flashed forward, appearing in front of the axeman, spinning off his back foot and sending his leg scything up in the tightest, most vicious roundhouse I'd ever seen. The giant fists above had faded as he manifested the condensed Ragam Blood Body, but it had been all the time needed for the others to spring into action.


Mel raised her hands, Chelsea joining her, and Callie manifested her own heretic fire. Serah and Holly joined in, adding to the mix. My sister's yin yang diagram manifested in the air, and all five of their flames blended together into a strange, misty grey fire.


While my sister and Callie had raw power Mel didn't, our red masked mentor had years of experience shaping and controlling flame. With the yin yang diagram combining their power, she had access to the shared strength of all three, and she put it to expert use. Her hands flew, shaping the fire into a sleek fiery sword in the air, and with a flick of her wrists, she grabbed the air in front of her and began wielding it.


The dragon roared,all six limbs whirling as it tried to counter, but it was quickly driven back by the flames cutting into it. The lizard wizard cursed, roaring in a booming voice much like the dragon's, and more kobolds died. The dragon manifestation grew, thicker scales and plates of bone expanding its already formidable body.


Snorting, I stomped my foot, dissolving the arm I'd made with Behemoth and sending a wave of tar washing over the army of kobolds. The wizard was using them as fuel, which meant I needed to thin the herd.


I triggered Wrath, infusing the wave of tar from Agares with the destructive corrosion of the lake of fire. Hundreds of kobolds died, screaming, but about one out of every three managed to avoid it. I stomped again, and the film of burning tar condensed into a field of razor sharp needles, killing another hundred or so kobolds.


My forces were still grouped up in a circle, defenders protecting the archers, who were sniping the incoming kobold forces as well as they could. "Dayna!" I roared to the elf. "You and Whisper held Abel with the axeman. And where the hell is Bethy?"


I glanced over toward the sphere, and immediately noticed a wall of mist swirling around it. The mist was whipping and churning, and there seemed to be a specter wrapped around it, a draconic ghost. I cursed. "Someone figure out where the fucking necromancer is and KILL IT please!" I bellowed, turning to focus on the wizard.


Triggering Double Trouble, I appeared behind the magic used, my staff whirling as I struck out at his head. To my utter shock, the kobold's staff flicked out expertly, deflecting my force as it offloaded the strike into the ground.


"Interloper," it boomed in a surprisingly deep voice. "Today will be your day of death!"


Snorting, I launched a blurring series of probing strikes. My wings spread behind me, the strength of Sammael flooding through me. I wanted to use Limbo or something, but I'd been doing too much. I couldn't muster another form right now. That was fine. I didn't need to.


The wizard's confidence started to fade as he was pushed back. His staff work was decent for a mage, but he was clearly not as experienced in single combat as I was. His deflections were clean, but his attempts to return attacks were sloppy and slow. He'd trained in defensive staff work, but he didn't have the offensive skill to hang with me.


Screaming with outrage, the kobold leapt back, then slammed his staff into the ground. The thing was huge and bronze, with a big sweeping head ornament that looked like, you guessed it, a dragon. The thing was coiled around a sapphire the size of a fist, and as he slammed it down, the gem exploded in a cascade of purple light.


From the field of kobold corpses, shades rose. Ghosts of kobolds, screaming for release and mercy. They got none. The giant dragon manifestation's head snapped down and it sucked them up like it was drinking milk through a straw. The wizard ginned nastily at me and then… he impaled himself on the staff.


I stared at him, not sure what the fuck had just happened. His corpse was sucked dry in seconds, and I saw his own shade sucked into the gem on the staff. The dragon on the staff shifted, coming alive as it animated, and it threw back its head and roared before taking flight, still carrying the sapphire. It flew up towards the giant six armed manifestation. As it approached, the dragon ghost thing fighting Bethy disengaged, flying towards the little statue, and dove into the gem even as the big manifestation snapped it up.


There was a pulse of energy, and the six armed dragon thing kind of…solidified. It stomped the ground with a pair of legs that hadn't been there a second ago, looking awfully physical. Its eyes blazed blue purple, the same shade as the glowing sapphire. "INTERLOPER!" it roared. "YOUR DEATH IS PROMISED!"


"What the fuck did you DO?" Abel asked as he stepped up next to me. I glanced back to see that all the kobolds were dead. We hadn't killed them, or at least not most of them. They'd been sucked dry by the wizard manifesting…whatever the fuck that monstrosity was.


I shrugged. "Fuck if I know. Chelsea!" I called to my sister. "I don't suppose you can hold it with that sword?"


She shook her head. "Not a chance. At least, not the way it's going right now. The flames aren't even getting through. I assume you're hoping we can repurpose that into something a little more versatile?" Bethy condensed from mist nearby, looking surprisingly haggard but clutching a golden sphere rightly.


"Yup," I said with a grimace. "Abel, Bethy, I could use your help on this." Behemoth could create a giant avatar, but it took a LOT of energy. Using Abel's infinite blood sea and Bethy's domain as a structural support alleviated some of the burden. Plus with Chelsea helping, it was doable. I focused on the sea of tar, still under my control via Agares, and pulled it all together, manifesting a titanic version of myself from magmatic stone.


My sister waved her hands, her diagram spinning again, and the misty sword melted away, the grey flames flowing into the cracks in the magma giant. I whipped my staff up, triggering the growth effect, and the magma giant's hand snapped out to wrap around the shaft. The monstrous simulacrum stepped forward, staff flashing out in an Extinction Event.


Gabe shouted, and I felt his Adamant nature pour through us as Chelsea added him to the diagram. The sphere of black grey energy smashed into the dragon monster and then expanded, consuming the creature's chest. It threw back its head and roared, purple energy pouring from the eyes. Hundreds of souls erupted from its snout, screaming kobolds exploding into the ether, desperate to escape.


The soul of the wizard was the last to leave, and it floated in the air, glaring down at me menacingly. "You will pay!" It boomed, then dissolved into a cloud of ashes, blowing away in nonexistent wind.


We all stared at the destroyed cavern, still in shock from all the insanity that had just taken place. "Man," I said slowly. "Fuck this planet."


Benny stepped up next to me. "Yeah, no shit. But hey, at least I got a soul to work with." I turned to find him cheerfully hefting the big dragon axe, its blade glowing with a dull red light. He nodded to Abel. "Thanks for the assist, big man."


My mentor shrugged. "No big. We lose anyone?"


I glanced around. Belsara was heading over, looking unhappy. "No deaths," she confirmed. "But we got a LOT of wounded. The defensive fighters were solid, but they took a beating."


"Jessie," I called out to our healer.


She'd been talking with Alyssa, Daysia, and Celine, examining a root system they'd found. When she heard my call she headed over. "Yeah, I'm on it. We're looking into possibly using the root systems to expand our foothold. Bypass the usual tunnels and we can avoid the enemy, maybe grab the orbs without even needing to appear in the chambers."


I nodded. "Alyssa and Daysia can work on that. You get started on healing our people. We didn't lose anyone this time, which is ideal, if we can get them all fixed up before we run into anything else that would be best."


Not to mention I'd be going back into Dantalion to scout, and working with Callie. I wasn't fighting any more fucking kobolds if I could help it. That whole battle had been a ridiculous mess. I'd underestimated the D-rank zone. I'd assumed that given our power nothing at D-rank was a threat, but it was clear that even the locals on the heirworld were legitimately dangerous even here.


Jessie headed off to start healing, and Callie joined me as we watched everyone recover from the battle. Bethy appeared next to me, tossing me the gold sphere. "Wow," she said cheerfully. "That was crazy. I love when we do the big murder doll."


"It's not a doll," I corrected her tiredly.


She nodded solemnly. "Right. Action figure."


"What? No, that's not what I mean-" then I just sighed. It wasn't worth arguing about. I weighed the sphere in my palm, staring at the gold device. "Alright. Everyone take this time to rest a bit. We'll need to move out as soon as we can. We're going to get as many of these as we can in a straight line to the cliffs and that's it. No going deeper. I think if we hit that kobold city even we might die down there." What was worse, I got the feeling things were only just getting started. The succession war was already living up to the hype. I just hoped we would all manage the same.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

We avoided the kobolds in the next few chambers. Between Dantalion and Callie's Path, we were able to safely navigate the other groups. We DID hear several violent confrontations through the caves. Or rather, we felt them. Those kobolds were WAY more dangerous than they looked, and I wanted no part of it.


Sadly, we didn't even get any loot from that dragon thing. It had dissolved as soon as we got rid of the wizard. The only upside was that we had gotten the axe for Benny, and my best friend was enthusiastically planning what to do with the soul inside as we walked.


"I could turn it into armor," he said consideringly. "Or maybe some kind of utility item? There are so many options."


Bethy squeaked with excitement. "Oh, why don't you replace your eyeballs. People always talk about sharp glances. You could make it so your eyes can cut people. Like 'hey what did you just say to me punk'? Schwoom eye slash!"


Her hands blurred out as she stepped into a complicated series of chopping and kicking motions that had nothing to do with eyes at all. Benny just hummed with interest. "I mean…I don't hate that."


Celine cleared her throat. "You will NOT gouge out your own EYES so you can cut things. I like your eyes, and I would prefer you be able to look into mine without blinding me."


Benny laughed guiltily, scratching the back of his head. "Right…yeah. Probably turning my eyeballs into weapons is a bad idea. You know, outside of battle." He hummed to himself. "I've been thinking about creating a secondary vessel. Like a puppet corpse body I can use in battle. Sebastian mentioned that as an option to prevent screwing up my foundation like he did. But honestly, I don't know if I have the materials for that."


"I say use your leg," I cut in. "Assuming the axe is going to be part of the invention, axe kicks are a notable thing. Infusing your kicks with severing force would be cool, and it wouldn't affect your leg outside combat probably. I assume you can control this new form of crafting well enough to arrange that?"


He beamed at me as we walked through the tunnel. "I can! Souls are beyond the grasp of most Skills. Necromantic crafting like mine uses spiritual essence to enforce structure on the usually unpredictable mechanisms of mad science. It's a genius discipline. Sebastian is a grade A monster in his own right, he just took some wrong turns early on. With the benefit of his wisdom I won't have that problem."


I hadn't considered that aspect of thing. Part of me wanted to try to learn a bit of it, to see if it might help me with me own soul manipulation, creating better forms or even Skills. But ultimately, I didn't have the time to try to explore MORE bullshit. I already had about two dozen combat abilities I had to keep track of and improve.


We stopped at the entrance to a cavern. "Bethy?" I asked my Vampire friend. She nodded and dissolved into mist, flowing into the chamber.


It looked empty, as they all had so far, but we did our best not to be sloppy about it. I stared into the center of the chamber, trying to spot the golden sphere. This one was a bit different than the first. We'd been through two more since then, and they were all a little different. This one was a dense jungle in the center of a large cave, like an indoor oasis. To my surprise, once Bethy made it in, there was a second of pause before the mist flowed back out of the trees.


She appeared in the middle of the cave floor looking confused. Shane?" She called out across the cavern."I…I don't know what happened. I went in and then came out at like the same time." She spun in a full circle, like a dog trying to catch its tail, but didn't seem to find anything.


I frowned, stepping forward slowly, Dantalion flaring to encompass the area. I rolled my Perception over the nearby cavern like a small wave rolling over the beach, taking in everything I could about the place.


What I discovered was…nothing. I frowned as I tried to focus harder, but I could tell that I would need to spend a lot of time here to dig up anything pertinent.


Not that I was drawing a blank exactly, more that I was getting really vague surface data that was completely useless to me. Plant types, growth patterns, seasonal distribution of nutrients in the soil…a whole lot of nothing.


Turning, I searched the crowd for some familiar faces. Daysia, Celine, and Alyssa were all over with Jessie and Randall. I waved them over, and when they arrived, I gestured to the oasis. "So…any of you have any ideas on what the hell that is? Bethy went in an came back out immediately with no delay. I figure trees might be to blame since…you know, trees are all that's there."


Daysia raised an eyebrow. "Seems a little unfair to assume the trees are doing it. Most trees don't bother with mischief. They're too busy growing and living their lives."


"True," I shrugged. "But they also don't grow into solid stone in an underground cavern with no sunlight." I pointed at the oasis, and she hesitated. "Look, no disrespect to trees here, can you just check?"


"Sorry, reflex," she said apologetically. "I'm used to defending trees. It's rare for them to have any real malice."


Alyssa grimaced. "Except Wisteria trees. Fuck Wisteria trees. They're all monsters."


"Well, obviously" the yellow haired dryad allowed. "But everyone knows that. I mean like…most trees. It doesn't matter. That oasis isn't all trees. There are some shrubs there too. Luckily Celine is here. Her forest magic is less tree specific. Cel, can you help us out with this? For recon your ability will be way more effective."


The elf girl nodded solemnly. "I can try to map it, but it'll be easier for us with a point of contact. We should call Sable over. Her root golems are perfect for this kind of thing. If the oasis has a built in defensive system, it's probably a formation, Chelsea might be able to help too. I heard she's not bad at those."


So we called over Sable and my sister. Chelsea hurried to join us, looking intrigued, and I smiled. She was always so interested in formations. I wasn't sure what rank her formation Skill was at, but I suspected it wasn't bad, even if she wasn't at the level of being able to do things like explore Grandmaster formations on her own, as I'd seen in the dungeon. Reaching into my ring, I withdrew one of Nats scrolls, then handed it to my sister. She shot me a grateful smile, then withdrew a coin and made a wish.


A scroll appeared, and she knelt down, unrolling it to study the layout of the formation. She hummed with interest. "Fascinating. This is a natural labyrinth formation. It's…hard to explain. Imagine you have a wheel, and there are a hundred spokes. You step into one side but you emerge from one specific spoke. All the spokes teleport you to that one exit spoke, except for one, which leads inside. The trees are like that. The spaces between them are all recursive interlinked paths. Step into any of them and walk right back out like you didn't pass through."


Bethy pouted. "I knew it, the trees are broken. It totally wasn't my fault."


"Sable," I said to the witch. "How many of those root golems can you make, exactly? It sounds like my sister might need some trial and error to get us through."


Chelsea nodded. "Yeah, that's a good strategy. I have a few ideas for possible life gates, a term for safe entry points on formations like this, but I don't have the skillset to dissect this quickly. Brute force is the smarter play."


That got a brilliant smile from Daysia. "THAT we can help with. Am I to understand the root golems work better with more powerful roots?"


"The more life energy is dormant in the roots the stronger the golem," Sable agreed. "The seeds I use sometimes are condensed from special vital plants soaked in blood. Usually my own, don't worry, but the energy soaks into the fibers and strengthens the roots, not to mention my own connection to them. Witchcraft works through symbolic connections, and having an actual blood tie to the golems makes them easier to control."


"Jessie can help with life energy," I mused. "And if you can use your tree singing to help control the golems, you might be able to make them feasible without the blood tie, right?"


Alyssa beamed. "That would definitely work," she said excitedly. "And once we find the path in, Celine can use the signature to map the rest of it, which will let us maneuver the trees out of the way, opening the entrance wider and making it easier to get in. We can all go in force, which would be a lot safer."


The dryads gathered together, approaching the edges of the oasis. Kneeling down, they began to hum. Tree singing was something I didn't know nearly enough about, but it was definitely interesting. Under their consistent inducement, the roots of the outermost trees began to churn and break through the stone, slithering out towards them. When they got close, Sable cut herself on a sharp athame she pulled from her ring, then flicked her fingers at the snarled net of roots.


"I don't need lots of blood," she explained. "Because they're helping, but each drop can still be used as a control node. The roots integrate the blood, and then I can form a connection between the system of roots and my circulatory system. Then I treat the roots like my own body and manipulate them. It's a foundational precept of witchcraft."


I got what she meant. The less native energy in the roots the more of her own power would be needed. She'd have needed a LOT more blood for this without the dryads.


Once the bloody glow spread over the root surface (slowly, mind) Jessie stepped forward and held up her hands. Green energy exploded out, soaking into the roots which all began to writhe and buck like agitated snakes.


Sable began to murmur, reaching into her pocket to pull out a small wooden doll she'd clearly carved herself. The doll was her, and it was very lifelike. She pulled a few strands of red hair and wrapped it around the doll. As soon as she got it secured, the ends of the hair caught fire, burning away to leave only a collar of blackened strands around its neck. She raised the doll, and before our eyes, about a dozen wooden figures formed from the root system.


These weren't the rudimentary golems I'd seen before. They each looked like the doll. At my glance, Sable shrugged. "Using a focus makes it easier to control a lot of them. Chelsea, where are they going?"


My sister had been scribbling on the diagram she'd wished for, and when Sable asked, she gestured down at it. "Fifteenth from the left, tenth, ninth, seventh, third from the right, eighteenth, twenty fifth. We'll continue from there." She pointed across the cavern at the spots as she mentioned them.


Sable nodded. "Sounds good, let's get started." She flicked her fingers and the forming golems stood and began to shuffle towards the forest. Once they arrived, they split up, entering the indicated sections. Most of them reappeared from random spots on the outside…but one didn't.


"Third from the right," Chelsea said with a smirk. "Now we have to start on the next one. Girls, if you could open up a path for me to work?" She glanced at the dryads and Celine, who grinned and began humming again. It was always so nice to work with competent people.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

After a few repetitions of the technique, my sister and the dryads had opened up an idyllic path for us to follow. To my surprise, rather than reveal the golden sphere we'd been waiting for, the path led further into the oasis. The small copse of trees, like everything else on this planet, was bigger on the inside. Staring off into the jungle, all we could see was a winding path, open and dappled with light shimmering off the cave ceiling from spiky white crystals.


"Looks like there IS enough of a path for us to bring a group," I said cheerfully, but as I stepped forward, Callie's hand lashed out and clamped down on my arm with terrified force.


"Wait," she said harshly. I frowned, glancing back to see if she was angry about something, but her eyes weren't on me. In fact, I didn't think there were on anything, or at least not anything in sight. Her blue black gaze was fixed on the path into the forest, but it was more looking THROUGH the space between the trees than at it.


I put a hand on hers. "Cal, what is it?" I could feel a cold wisp of dread worming its way through the bond, and blue black flames danced nervously along her fingertips as she swallowed thickly.


"Void," she said after a minute. "That oasis. It's not…it's been infected. They used the spatial warping as a carrier to create a shallowing. It's a small one, but it's there. Something is waiting for us. It's watching."


My blood went cold. "That's…that shouldn't be happening. This is the wishmaster succession war. Direct intervention is the one surefire way to breach the old man's neutrality. Like he's IN the war, but he never acts directly. He's just support. Attacking his descendants during the war would be a direct violation of his authority. He would HAVE to retaliate."


"The Void doesn't care," she said in a small, hollow voice. "The Void doesn't know fear, or doubt, or hesitation. The Void is hunger. All consuming and all encompassing. The wishes and desires of the mayflies of the mortal plane are but a whisper of wind in the ears of the great titans that dwell within the outer darkness. Behemoths of such colossal size and profundity that their very silhouette would shatter the minds of feebl-" she was swaying, her eyes filling with black, the pupil consuming her entire sclera, and I didn't even hesitate.


I grabbed her by the face, crushed my lips against hers, and breathed heretic fire right down her throat. She stiffened in my grip, eyes fluttering, but I held her there. After a second she relaxed. Leaning against me, and I let her go, pulling my mouth off hers and resting my chin on her head.


My mask had receded like it did when I ate, subconsciously activated in my moment of need. Callie just…stood there. The black in her eyes receded, and she was shaking as her glazed stare fixed blankly on the middle distance. I grimaced, squeezing her tightly in a reassuring hug. "What was THAT?" I asked worriedly.


"I…I let my guard down," she said shakily. "I thought under guard of the whole WCP we were safe. I wasn't circulating my heretic fire. It…it's a bit taxing. Not much, but keeping it up all the time is like walking around with your gut sucked in. I thought I didn't need to bother, so I let my guard down and-"


I put a finger to her lips. "Hey, none of that," I said firmly. "We all assumed this was safe. I didn't expect the void would dare to stretch their hands into this place."


"I feel like an idiot," she hissed angrily. "I know better than to get lazy. Complacency is death."


"No," I responded bluntly. "It isn't. That's why I'm here. We're a team. If you slip, I catch you, and if I slip, you're there to help. That's how we work. You've pulled my ass out of more than a few fires. Don't go getting greedy on me now. I'm perfectly entitled to save you once in a while. I'm not just a pretty face, you know."


She snorted, giggling roughly. "You're a dumbass. But you're my dumbass." She leaned up to peck me on the lips again. "Thanks."


"Well, sometimes I like to use my head for something other than as a place to hang my mask," I said modestly. "Mostly in those instances I use it as a blunt instrument, but the occasional thought is fun too."


That got another giggle, but we were cut off by a loud throat clear. "Hey, lovebirds, maybe have your moment some other time? Not to step on your vibe, but having a near seizure from perceiving a terrifying Void invasion and then getting distracted with cuddling is almost definitely considered bad form. Especially in a graded leadership exercise."


"That's…" I trailed off. "Actually probably a really good point. But Callie is more important than an optional task to gain a couple points." I glanced down at my wife again. "You alright?"


She nodded solemnly. "Yeah, don't worry about me. Now that I know to be on guard they can't touch me. You gave me all the tools I needed. It's just been months and we're in such a unique place I let myself slip. Won't happen again."


Jessie stepped forward and put a hand on her shoulder, flooding her with green energy. Callie shot her a grateful smile and out healer shrugged. "Thought maybe a pick me up might help you stay focused. Let me know if you need another, ok?" She gave my wife a warm smile and then pulled her away from me for a heartfelt hug.


"So, I take it Callie won't be going in?" Chelsea said worriedly. "If she's in danger-"


"She is," I confirmed. "We all are. All the time. But we're safer in a Void Shallow with Callie running point. THe heretic fire protects her, but she still has the Path of the Abyssal Priestess. She hears their call, and can discern things from their workings that we can't. Plus she's safer here with all of us. And I'm absolutely bringing our heaviest hitters inside."


Benny gaped at me. "We're going IN?" He sounded aghast. "Why not just avoid it? We don't need the sphere bad enough to take the risk."


"We need to see how deep the infection goes," I sighed. "I can't see it all, but Callie's bond with me lets me pick some things up. The severity of the infestation will tell us how much the Void has permeated the dimensional structure of this world." I glanced at my wife. "Right? Because if that's not accurate tell me and our asses will be gone in a flash."


She winced. "I can't. You're right. The Void Shallow back in the dungeon was old and entrenched. Getting out of it was the only real priority. This one is new, and aside from finding out how deeply they've embedded themselves, we can and should try to dissolve it. We can sever the connection before it has a chance to become established. Otherwise we're just leaving it to fester and possibly trigger a Void Break down the line."


Inside our heads, through the bond, we shared another reason. A reason we didn't dare say out loud here where we might be being observed. For the Void to stretch its claws into the heirworld, it would most likely need help. Any external attempts to penetrate would have been noticed and stopped. Someone within the formation that suppressed this planet had to have helped. And since everyone in here was a WCP criminal…


We might have a traitor. Hell, they might not JUST be inside. The incident with my uncle was rattling around in my head. Outside forces were making inroads into the WCP, using the war as cover to slip by undetected, and not all of those forces were necessarily friendly even outside of their plans for conquest.


The others weren't privy to that line of thought though, so they mostly looked dubious. The idea of charging into an obvious trap to potentially disarm it over a prison planet we'd be leaving not long from now was apparently a bit counterintuitive to them.


To my surprise though, no one argued. I wasn't sure if it was the various tasks or just the normal bonding of subordinates supplemented by my contracts, but my people trusted me. Not just the ones I knew well, but others. Dayna and Whisper, the archers, didn't bat an eye at the decision, nor did Animal. They just accepted that what I said was what we'd do.


"I want the defensive specialists up front," I said after a moment of thought. "Line of interlocking shields. I'll be right behind them with Abel and Bethy. Callie, Jessie, Chelsea, Mel, Serah, and Holly, you all have that crazy flame combo thing. If we get attacked, the rest of us will hold the line and you burn…everything. Just everything you can see. Burn the trees to ash. Then burn the ash. Hell, burn the fire if you get the chance. Once the forest is going up we retreat. We CAN retreat, right?"


Callie nodded. "The entrance is going to be the most stable thing in there. It also shouldn't have any rules. No way they've had enough time to establish a power structure in there that can support that. There MIGHT be a problem though. The formation above us enforces the zones. The Shallow is NOT in that formation."


"It's fine," I assured her. "If anyone broke through it would be recent, and we have the forces to beat a C-ranker or two." With my staff more than up to the task of ending a higher ranked threat, not to mention an army of friends, I couldn't bring myself to sweat a beginner C-rank enemy at this point, not after the dungeon.


Chelsea cut in. "Destroying the trees, especially with Callie's flames and mine combined, should demolish the formation. Should we do that now? Would that prevent the Shallow from establishing?"


"It might," my wife said consideringly. "Like Shane said, if we hit a snag that's plan A, but until then, we should check to see how far along it is. It might be important later, so it's better to take a look when the situation is under control than to wait until our backs are against the wall later." Her voice was firm and confident, even though I could tell through the bond she didn't feel it at all. I let my hand fall to my side, subtly entwining my fingers with hers to let her know I was with her. I felt a pulse of gratitude and love through the bond and returned it, but we had other things to worry about.


We all got into position, taking up the formation I'd laid out, and then we headed toward the expanded path. The defensive line formed a half circle in front of the rest of us, keeping their shields locked while getting the most coverage. We arrived at the entrance to the oasis quickly enough, and we all stopped to stare over the line where the grass just popped into existence on the cave floor.


I triggered Dantalion and Mornax, defending as well as scanning ahead. I waited for a minute or two for it all to sink in so I would get the best info, but sadly it wasn't enough. I shook my head, and everyone sighed, then we began our journey inside.


We stepped over the line of grass and everything shifted subtly. The air became lighter, the light a bit brighter, and I could smell fresh air on the breeze, which hadn't even been there a minute ago. Slowly, we made our way along the path, getting deeper and deeper. I couldn't help but note that despite a lack of Danger Sense feedback, I could FEEL myself being watched. I tightened my grip on my staff, planting it firmly as I walked like a walking stick. I'd be ready whatever happened. I just hoped it would be enough.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

The first hint that something was wrong wasn't an attack. We were waiting for that, but it never came. We walked for about ten minutes, taking turns along the path, and we passed a small pond with a bright orange fish in it. We avoided it, continuing our trek, and ten minutes later…we passed a small pond with a bright orange fish in it.


We passed it again ten minutes later, and the THIRD time, we finally stopped and stared at the thing in aggravation. "So…this is the same pond." I said after a minute of uncomfortable shuffling.


Callie nodded. "Yup, we're in some kind of recursive loop. Now that I'm looking for it, I can feel the shadows. They're all the same."


I hadn't known she could do that. Which worried me. Because while I might have missed it, it was equally likely she COULDN'T do it before now. Which meant her Path was getting stronger. That was not encouraging, considering what had just happened with it.


She noticed my worried gaze, probably through the bond, and shot me a reassuring smile. Her eyes flared once, a wave of blue black fire rolling out from her pupils, and I relaxed a bit. She was on guard now, and she knew to be careful. If she needed help, she could pull on me through the bond, and I had Leviathan ready to supercharge her soul defense.


"So," I asked my sister with a sigh. "I don't suppose this was on the formation palms?"


She shook her head. "Nope. Which means either someone in here is adjusting it on the fly, or much WORSE, we accidentally did it when we changed the layout."


"Why is that worse?" I asked skeptically.


"Because formations are not mad science," she said in a somber tone. "If we adjusted this one by accident, we could have accidentally induced ANY kind of effect. And formations aren't made to function like that. It's like rewiring a device with the wrong wires. It might work for a bit, but the wires will wear out, maybe wear through, and possibly catch fire. If we accidentally jailbroke this formation, it could be a ticking time bomb."


Cursing, I closed my eyes, focusing on Dantalion, and tried my best to pick up information. While I did that, I triggered a parallel to continue the conversation. "So, what are the chances that's what's happened here?"


"Not good," she assured me. "Formations are very specific types of structures. Accidentally jailbreaking one would be like knocking over a sculpture made of dominos and accidentally having them all bounce off the ground and land perfectly in position to construct a DIFFERENT sculpture right next to it. Possible but VERY unlikely."


I sighed. "Great, so we're probably just trapped in here with a hostile maniac who can alter the formation while we're still inside it. Joy."


"To an extent," she said with a waggle of her hand. "The formation is the Shallowing. Any serious alterations risk destabilizing the whole thing and shunting us all into the Void. Which would shunt THEM into the Void. Which means while they CAN mess with the structure, they have to do it within fault tolerance." She grinned at me. "I've sent the last five months doing research on formations, and I've learned quite a bit."


"Convenient," I laughed. "You happen to learn how we get through this?"


She nodded. "Like I said. Fault tolerances. Think of formations like circuits. The circuit is set up ahead of time, then energy is run through it. Naturally formed, handmade, it doesn't matter. Once the energy is flowing through the formation, it has to stay close enough to its original form that the circulation doesn't break, otherwise the whole thing can collapse.


"You can build in redundancies that will allow more alterations later, but those don't show up in natural formations almost ever." She looked around with a frown. "This might not BE natural, mind, hard to tell. But regardless, based on the layout I saw there weren't many redundancies. Which means a change like this has to be small and subtle. More importantly, it means they had to PULL that energy from somewhere to funnel it here."


I grinned at her, finally getting the idea. "You think they made a weak spot. Rerouted the energy from the formation to trap us and left a hole we can use."


That got a smug grin from my sister. "Yup. Think you can help find it?"


"I can," I said cheerfully. "But sitting here waiting for Dantalion sounds like a waste. Bethy, help me out here. I need to check for distortions. Help me check how this whole loop is working, will you?"


The Vampire beamed. "Yes! I can do that! Check it out, I'm super fast." Then she blurred, vanishing off into the trees.


"You think she knew you meant you needed to test ALL the possible passages?" Callie said with a chuckle. "Because honestly, I give even odds she was just so excited she didn't care and ran off anyway."


Bethy came barrelling through the trees, appearing in front of us. "Oh my gods!" She gasped. "Guys, you're here! Did you know there are clones of you back there? They were pretending to be trapped in a space loop, but I saw through it and escaped!" She looked over her shoulder quickly, seeming to relax when she saw nothing.


I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Bethy, just…tell me what you saw."


"Trees," she said immediately. "And then a pond. And then you. And then trees again."


Rolling my eyes, I gestured around us. "I'm trying to use Dantalion to scan this place. In order to do that I need points of contact. I want you to turn into mist and permeate the area, which will give me a better chance at picking something up."


She nodded slowly. "Ooooh, ok. That sounds like it might work. You sure I can't be cats again? That was fun."


"You can be cats later," I assured her. "For now I need fog, and preferably a lot of it."


She gave me a serious nod, then transformed into a torrent of mist, spreading out over the nearby area, rolling across the pond surface and around the base of the trees. Closing my eyes, I focused. Dantalion scanned everything, every inch of the nearby area. It was actually kind of painful once I pushed it a bit, because when it hit the edges of the loop the scan folded up over itself and I started getting spots where the overlap caused weird feedback.


I ignored the pain, but focused on the feedback. Bethy, in her fog form, provided a sort of neutral backdrop. She was WAY too complex for me to scan easily, and it would have taken weeks of constant study to make any progress understanding her, so I was able to just ignore that information and focus on what I needed to know.


Slowly, I traced the feedback spots, finding small patterns in the formation's energy flows. I couldn't do much with them, but I was able to transmit them to Callie, who manifested them out of shadow for Chelsea to study.


Within five minutes my sister hopped up from where she was sitting with a cheer. She stalked across the clearing, stopped in front of some random tree, and then kicked it in the base of the trunk sharply. There was a sort of groaning wheeze and the forest around us flickered, literally blinked out of existence, replaced by a very similar but slightly different forest with a pleasant looking path leading further into the woods.


Bethy was staring at my sister in awe. "Wow, you just hit it and it broke. Do you think they can fix it by turning it off and back on again?"


"That's a high level engineering skill," Benny said solemnly. "It shouldn't be used recklessly. But if it doesn't work you can always try cleaning it out with an air compressor. That fixes almost any problem. Pretty sure I saw Sebastian cleanse a possessed zombie that way."


"Can we go," I huffed. "Before they manage to do something ELSE to stop us?"


Benny snickered, and we all lined up behind the defensive perimeter, taking up our positions in the formation. I was standing behind a towering man with bronze skin and copper eyes, his hair twisted into long braids and a neatly trimmed goatee. He was wearing blood red plate armor that shone like quicksilver and carrying a door shaped shield with a handle on top that disappeared into the body of the weapon and was revealed in two places midway down, one for a grip halfway and the other a quarter of the way down to see through.


"Kellan," I greeted him as we resumed our trek. "Sorry you got stuck babysitting me."


My wife had insisted that the strongest member of the defensive team be in position to defend me as we moved forward. Which would have been fine, except she also insisted I be on the left wing of the formation instead of front an center. Kellan was our tankiest fighter and should have realistically been the tip of the spear, so I felt a bit bad for the bigger man (a full seven feet tall).


He just shrugged, not turning around. "Happens," he said in a surprisingly soft voice for such a big man. "You're the boss, so keeping you alive is only natural. My brother told me to watch out for you anyway. Drayce never would have gotten out of that dungeon without your scroll, at least not without lots of fighting with those voidspawn. You did us a big favor."


I just shrugged. They were working for me, so it wasn't like I hadn't been paid. Kellan and his brother Drayce were followers of the Lady. The Lady's people had the most durable defensive warriors among all the vanished god factions, which wasn't a surprise. I tended to get along with the Lady's followers better than any of the others, given my own training with her people, and I was more than comfortable trusting Kellan with my back. Or, in this case, my front, since he was taking the lead.


We chatted for a while, distracting ourselves from the trip, but I maintained Dantalion, ready and waiting for anything to change. So when my Danger Sense triggered, I knew exactly what had caused it almost immediately, and I called out quickly for everyone to stop.


In front of us, along the path, was a long strip of high wheat stalks, swaying gently in the breeze. It was peaceful and serene, but I could sense something moving through the stalks, something low to the ground and fast, skittering back and forth among the wheat. I squinted into the field, which looked off bookended by rows of trees. The dryads had moved them out of the way of this path, and hadn't mentioned the wheat, which meant it was probably new.


I considered who to send up to fix this…but then I realized I didn't need to send anyone. I pushed through my people, Kellan the only one ranging ahead to cover me, and stood in front of the wheat. I rapped my staff on the ground and triggered Wrath.


A wave of burning ash spread from in front of me, consuming the wheat. There was a scream of outrage and a series of black shapes flew up and back, retreating from the what field and landing on tree branches nearby, glaring down at us.


Praying mantises. Mantii? Stabby bugs. They were big black stabby bugs covered in obsidian chitin. Their eyes glowed an eerie grey blue, and I could feel a sense of despair come off them that reminded me of the mist back in the dungeon. Void creatures. They hissed menacingly, and at the sound, a series of chittering screeches came from around us. Leaves rustled as about a hundred of the things skittered out of cover, revealing themselves as the emerged onto the branches in malicious expectation. Fuck. I hated bugs.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

The stabby bugs didn't attack right away, to my surprise. Instead, their creepy eyes pulsed in time with each other, and an otherworldly cascade of overlapping voices rang out. "Halt, intruders. You enter the territory of the Anatta Mantis Clan. Retreat if you value your lives." They had no mouths, so the speech just kind of appeared from midair, and as it did, they smashed their bladed scythe hands against each other menacingly as if to punctuate the threat.


"Oh hey," Benny said in a faux cheerful voice. "The giant murder bugs talk. That's not nightmarish at all. And look, they even have a freaky hive mind thing going on so they talk in unison."


Bethy cooed in sympathy, patting his shoulder. "Aww, don't be scared, I'll protect you from the big bad bugs. If they mess with you, I'll banish them to the caverns of eternal winter!"


"No!' I turned to glare at her. "Damn it, what did we say about making up planes of torment? I'm pretty sure you convinced so many of the godchildren that the "pit of cheddary doom" was a real thing that you almost manifested it. I'm STILL not sure one of them isn't going to end up making it into a Domain!"


She gave me a somber nod. "The pit as as real as it is delicious. May your cheddar be sharp and your gouda be smokey."


"Can you talk to them?" I asked Callie as I turned away from the crazy Vampire I associated with.


My wife shrugged. "I mean, if they believe in cheese hell I doubt they'll listen to any logical rebuttal. I guess I could try, but ultimately I think we're just going to have to let that play itself out."


I threw both hands in the air. "Am I the ONLY serious person here? The mantises! Mantii! Whatever the plural is."


"I think it's Mantee," Benny added helpfully.


Bethy shook her head. "No that's a sea creature. Or the student of a mentor?"


"Yes," Callie said with a giggle. "I can talk to them. My Path will make it easy." She smiled at our friends. "And thank," she added. "For trying to take some of the tension out of this situation. I appreciate it."


Bethy shrugged. "It's ok, I could tell it was…bugging you." She turned and looked over her shoulder. "Hey Serah, did I do that right?"


A hand raised from the crowd, showing a thumbs up. "Yes," called the bronze angel. "That was an excellent joke." We all groaned, worried and afraid that our resident deadpan punster was influencing Bethy. Because that was all we needed.


Callie turned to regard the mantis army. "Greetings," she said calmly. I am Calliope Wyndham."


"Priestess," intoned the army. "Deepchild. You seek a parley? An alliance? You wish to cleanse the filth that infests our domain?"


Callie flinched. I think more at Deepchild because it reminded her of that creepy priest than anything else. "No," she said firmly. "To the latter two. A parlay maybe, if you're willing to retreat and abandon this Shallow."


"Why?" they asked in unison, a cascade of voices echoing across the wooded area. "Why would we surrender? Why would we flee?"


"Because you'll die," she said calmly, and in the coldest tone I'd ever heard from her. Her eyes pulsed an unnatural blue as she spoke. "There is no other outcome, no other result. We will roll over you like death made manifest, and when we're done, we'll still destroy this place. THat's wasteful, you're important tools of the Void. You should preserve yourselves."


They cocked their heads. All of them. It was creepy. "We are tools," the said in confusion. "You spoke this truth. What good are tools if not used?"


"Use implies purpose," she said mildly. "To die for no purpose is waste. It's a sin against the Void. Your best use would be to retreat, to conserve yourselves for a useful function. Otherwise, you're simply casting away the resources of the Void on worthless trifles. This is a failure of your mission."


The mantises froze, waiting. The eyes blazed, then dimmed, then strobed in a strange, uneven flickering pattern.


"This is…your words…purpose…function-" The voice started to babble, its volume and pitch wobbling up and down as it spoke. "You are strange. You speak with the voice of the void, but your words are poison. False prophet. Unclean thing. Heretic. Heretic. HERETIC!"


Their eyes shifted from blue to blood red, blazing to life as they threw back their heads and SCREAMED the last word. I guess they did have mouths.


Callie cursed, spreading her wings, and flames leapt to her hands. She clapped them together and there was an explosion of heretic fire, rippling out in waves. I didn't understand what she was doing until I looked closely and saw the invisible warping in the air as their screech met the flames. They had used some kind of sonic Void attack.


"Kellan," I roared. "Position!" I stepped back as our defenders surged forward, erecting their shieldwall in front of us. We retreated and they formed a circle around us, with the second wave making a line directly behind them. "Dayna, Whisper, arrow barrage."


Our archers drew, firing like rainfall as the mantis army poured out of the trees around us. We were in the center of the circle of defenders. I grimaced, then turned to my sister. "Chelsea, think you could use your diagram to buff our archers?" I pointed at the mantises nearby, who had arrows sticking out of them, but only vaguely. They weren't penetrating deep.


She nodded grimly. "I got it." She closed her eyes, and her yin yang diagram appeared above us rotating slowly. I reached for Mephistopheles, emitting my destructive flame as Callie poured out her own. Gabe unleashed the Adamant, and Abewl's infinite blood sea poured up into the spinning symbol. The forces all began to meld and condense, like they were being slowly ground together into a purer form of strength.


As the diagram expanded, the archers fell under its influence, and as we watched, their eyes began to burn with a strange greyish misty flame.


A lot of people underestimated my sister. Given my nonsense and Bethy's craziness and Abel's talent, Chelsea wasn't always the standout in our group. But there was a REASON my parents had split up to protect us when she manifested her abilities. My grandfather was a demigod, a disciple of the Revenant himself, and Enshrining Darkness spoke for itself.


Her abilities were naturally antithetical, but both absurdly powerful, and the artistic conception of her current Path didn't just SOLVE those problems, it capitalized on them. Rather than an explosion, her diagram created a strange force that consumed and coopted. The corruption of Enshrining Darkness and the purification of her flame allowed her to overtake and then cleanse any any energy, perfectly supplementing the concept of the diagram.


Chelsea wasn't the first person to use that symbol, I'd checked, but she WAS the first person to form it with both a divine and semi divine inherited ability. It wasn't even POSSIBLE to attain that level of complex ability at our level without being born with it, and Chelsea had been born with TWO.


Her grasp on combat had never been particularly high, but my sister's potential surpassed every single person in our group, even Bethy. Chelsea was, unequivocally, a natural born monster, and she was finally showing the world what that meant.


With a half dozen twangs, bow strings snapped, and grey flamed arrows exploded out into the crowd of mantis warriors, tearing into their chitinous bodies like boiling water poured on cotton candy. Chelsea wasn't done though. She growled darkly and the diagram churned out further, covering our entire circle. Kellan and his defenders had been taking a hell of a beating, but suddenly, they were infused with the powers of our core group. Bethy's domain spilled out, augmenting Abel's blood sea, and it infused their bodies, boosting them even more.


Whirling his door sword up to catch the hilt, Kellan roared, sweeping it before him like a wheat thresher, cutting down multiple mantises in a masterful melee of machine like massacre mentality.


The mantises, seeing the way the wind was blowing, leapt back up onto the branches, their numbers thinned to no more than a dozen. "HERETIC!" They shrieked in unison. "You will know no peace. No succor. You will be hunted and butchered like an animal. You are an affront to the sacred silence. An abomination against the Void. Your existence will not be tolerated! You wil-"


A head exploded under my staff. In fact. A dozen heads exploded under a dozen staves. All mine, all merciless. Twelve clones stood on twelve branches, staring coldly down at the toppling bodies of the mantis things.


"Nobody," I said as I let Beelzebub fade and stepped lightly off the branch I had appeared on through Double Trouble. "Threatens my wife."


I turned to my friends. "Now, understanding that we might have been able to question them to discover more details about what we might face moving forward, does anyone have any problems with how that was handled?" No one said anything. I stepped over the corpse that had landed just in front of where I'd stepped down. "Lovely, then why don't we move on."


I strolled back over, taking my place in the formation as it spread back out into its previous arrow shape. I put an arm around Callie's shoulder, and she leaned her head against me. I could feel her relief, her fear, her gratitude, and even a little bit of annoyance all mixed together. I smiled. Callie wasn't a shrinking violet. Part of her was irritated I'd stepped forward. But she also knew that was petty, because this was a big deal, and accepting help from family when you're in trouble isn't exactly shameful.


Sending my amusement and smugness, she pouted up at me, poking me in the ribs lightly with an elbow, just enough to be noticeable and let me know she wasn't amused.


Benny stepped up next to us, whistling. "Damn, Shane. You just fucking crushed their heads like watermelons. How'd you know that would work?"


I blinked at him. "How did I know decapitation would kill them? I kills most things."


"I mean, they're bugs," he pointed out. "Not to mention a hivemind. Honestly you had no reason to assume- OW!" He yelped, his ankle turning as he "accidentally" stepped in a randow sinkhole the size of a dinner plate full of nearly frictionless dust. He glared at me as Celine stepped up to help him out of it.


She gave him a reproachful shake of the head. "Honestly, do you have to ruin their moment? Serves you right."


"How is this MY fault?" he whined as he pretended to limp forward on his bum anjle (it was fine, he was a D-ranker). "I was just pointing out the assumptions he made-" he tripped, sprawling face forward as ANOTHER mysterious pothole opened up under his foot.


My wife giggled, and I saw Benny wink at me surreptitiously, forcing me to smother a laugh. I knew my friend wasn't a complete idiot.


Sadly, the amusement was short lived. "With them dead, will the Void know about you?" I asked worriedly. "Because I didn't think this was going to turn into a target on your back. The heretic flame-"


"Is made to consume and nullify the Void," she said gently. "Once it merges with my Path, it shouldn't be as overtly offensive to them. But until I hit the peak of D-rank, it's going to be a potential problem. That particular swarm appears to be gone, but whoever is managing this Shallow will probably notice if I use my flame in front of them. We need to be prepared."


I grimaced, but I knew she was right. Unfortunately, that was probably going to be an issue of sooner rather than later, because the trees around us had changed, shifting to a much more ominous looking treeline of twisted black trunks without leaves. Whatever was coming, it wasn't going to be pleasant. I tightened my arm around Callie, subconsciously putting myself in front of her as much as possible. We had no time to prep, and I was betting whoever we were heading for would notice my wife. If they did, they'd meet the same fate as those mantises. I wouldn't even hesitate.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

We walked for quite a while, but we weren't attacked again. Everyone was tense, ready for battle, but despite our sharpened senses and focus, we didn't end up stumbling on anything for the next few miles. As we walked, the black trees became sparser, the air became colder, and the ground beneath our feet became hard and cracked. It felt like this place was dying, slowly losing vitality the further we got.


Finally, after about twenty minutes, we came to across something different. A house. Or, a shack really. A small cottage made of bluish grey boards that looked like they were barely holding together, with a V shaped thatched roof plopped right on top.


In front of the cottage sat a girl, maybe a bit younger than we were, at least physically. She was sitting in a rocking chair with a pair of needles, knitting…something. It looked like a muscle suit. But it was made of actual muscles. Like she was constructing the underlayer of a human body to slip between skin and bone.


On either side of her sat a pair of pitch black hounds, each sporting three large glowing grey blue eyes and strange fins on either side of their heads. They watched us approach silently.


The girl, with strawberry blonde hair swept up into a pair of braids under a large floppy hat, smiled at us. "Oh, guests! Hello. Sorry I can't get up, I'm a bit busy." Her eyes flicked to Callie, and the bottle green irises flashed copper, her pupils narrowing to slits as she sniffed the air. "And a distant relative, far from home. Welcome little sister. What brings you to my door?"


Callie stepped forward. "I'm here to find out who is turning this place into a Void Shallow."


"To what end?" The girl asked cheerfully. "Are you planning to stop me?"


"I'd prefer you stop yourself," my wife said wryly. "I don't know who you are, but this can't be a healthy thing to do. The WCP won't look kindly on people interfering with their affairs. The Void might be beyond their reach, but you aren't. You're a priestess, right?"


The girl shrugged. "Whatever word you like. The Void Children are a force of nature. We, their servants, go by many names. I see you're a relatively new addition to our family. Most of us have been enlightened to the Void from a young age. I can forgive a bit of ignorance from a new convert." She smiled wickedly. "Rebellious children often make the most loyal converts."


My stomach tightened. "She's not converting to anything," I cut in. "And you aren't welcome here. Get lost."


Her eyes flashed back to that copper snake state as she glanced at me dismissively. "The Void overlays all of reality. Welcome or unwelcome makes no difference to us. I've come to save this wicked place. The noise and violence of this fragile world are an affront to the peaceful silence of the void. I won't be lectured by parasites like you, sucking the resources of the universe dry to feed your pathetic hunger for progress."


Callie stared at her for a moment, then her eyes widened. "That's why the Void is so hostile. Renown. Legends echo through the fabric of the universe, Ascendants acting like receivers and transmitters all in one. Renown is weighted, so the high rankers would be even louder in the ether. The Void Children can hear it."


The girl actually teared up. "Our poor masters. Listening to the howling of you attention seeking children. Their peaceful sleep disturbed by a cacophony of senseless prattle. It's no wonder they seek your deaths."


"Well you don't exactly seem like the quiet type," I said archly. "You're D-rank. You don't get there without renown."


She bowed her head reverently, an almost drunken smile on her face. "We are the blade of the silent, the hand of the unheard. We seek to silence the screams of the unworthy for our masters. Once our holy mission is accomplished, we too will close our eyes and sleep, descending forever into silence, becoming one with the void."


"Oh, suicide cultists," I grimaced. "Fantastic. Because that always goes well for us."


"Shut your mouth," she snapped, eyes flashing as she flowed to her feet. She was FAST. Like, so fast I barely tracked it. "You speak of our masters like you are worthy to cast judgement." She stepped forward off the porch, the two hounds rising silently and spreading out around her, each circling in a different direction. "This is the company you choose to keep, little sister? Perhaps not even the will of the masters can enlighten you."


I snorted. "Sounds like an excuse to kill her off because you're intimidated. I get that, she's pretty amazing."


"Aww, thanks hon'," my wife said warmly. "But I'm good with her finding me unworthy. I don't want to work for those slithering fucks anyway. Besides, we don't have the option of ignoring her." She glanced past the girl. "Or rather, we're not even talking to a person. Are you going to keep pretending?"


There was a shift, and the two windows of the house lit up. It happened from the bottom up, like eyelids opening, and the windows glowed with copper light, a pair of black lines through the center reminding me strongly of the eyes staring out of the girl's head.


"She's a fucking BUILDING?" I asked incredulously. "That's a thing?"


Callie shrugged. "We've seen powerful Ascendant buildings, we've seen artifacts with consciousness, or at least golems. Why not a living building? Some sort of gatehouse I'm guessing."


"I hold open the tears between this world and the world that is between," said the girl with a smug grin. "You can't close it unless you remove me. And I assure you, little sister, that will not be an easy task."


As she spoke, the two hounds began to change. They grew larger, more indistinct. Their black hides became dimmer, to the point where they seemed to CONSUME the light around them rather than just fail to reflect it. They shifted from quadrupeds to hunched bipeds, paws becoming clawed hands and they hunched menacingly behind the girl, eyes blazing with hungry malice.


Callie grimaced at her. "I'm not your sister, and I don't mind a little hard work." She spread her wings behind her, the massive appendages billowing her cloak as her hands caught fire. The girl's face shifted from malicious amusement to horrified outrage, but she didn't have time to react before I reached out with Wrath, stomping my foot and creating a lake of burning ash under the shack that was her real body. Ash infused with heretic fire.


The blue green sea of burning dust that opened up under the house quickly began to swallow the wooden structure, and the girl's face twisted in agony. "WHAT?" She screamed. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" She turned to glare at the dogs as she gripped her abdomen. "What are you waiting for, KILL THEM!"


Heretic fire. I still didn't understand it. I designed the stuff to protect Callie's soul from the Void. It even had soul defense elements in it. But somehow, the interaction between all the various elements had created something…else. Something the Void KNEW about already and was apparently actively afraid of.


The house creaked and shifted as the heretic fire flooded the cracks and spilled out of it, consuming the building from the inside. The girl hacked up some blue flaming blood, screaming in rage, and then blurred forward to hit us head on.


With a swirl of mist, Bethy appeared between our group and the girl, clawed fingers slashing out to clatter against the needles the girl was using to attack. Their arms blurred, a thousand echoing clangs smashed so thoroughly together that they sounded like a continuous tone. The girl's eyes filled with panicked hatred. "Who are you? How dare you defy the Void! Remove yourself from my path or suffer the consequences!"


Flecks of blood bubbled out from her lips as she spoke, blue black fire infusing it. Her speed was slowing, her body swaying and unbalanced. Abel had moved along with Bethy, smashing into one of the hounds, and Callie poured her flames out in a wave in front of the other one, driving it back with a hissing growl that did NOT sound canine.


With a scream, the house shuddered, exploding up out of the ash as it literally LEAPT on a pair of giant chicken legs. The girl glared hatefully at us as she flickered, appearing on the roof of the house as it crouched behind the lake of burning ash.


"Heretic!" she hissed at my wife. "You DARE? You show yourself to me? How do you have that flame? How have you acquired that power? The Heretic God is dead. To serve a rotting corpse after being chosen by my lords. Abomination! Unclean thing!"


My eyes widened. Because I finally realized something that I hadn't actually considered until now. Callie was a Heretic Angel. While Angels could be a species with random abilities, historically, they were messengers and avatars of the GODS. I'd never considered the implications of what that racial trait might mean.


I'd thought I created that trait from whole cloth, but apparently I'd underestimated the depth of the waters I was swimming in. I'd somehow lucked into creating a catalyst for what had to be an EXISTING racial trait, and one that no one I was aware of had ever heard about.


This little encountered had shed a lot of light on a lot of things. A cult of specially raised Void servants existed, and they weren't just people. Buildings at least, probably beasts, golems, artifacts. Regardless, we needed to kill this thing immediately. Callie's current nature couldn't be exposed, not if she was related to some ancient mortal enemy of the Void. My face hardened.


Kneeling down, I put a hand in the ash, then I triggered Behemoth. From the lake of burning dust, a colossal figure rose. Chelsea, knowing what I was doing, manifested her diagram. I felt power flow into me from the others, reinforcing and infusing me as I created the giant simulacrum. I threw my staff, and the hand of the construct snapped out to catch the expanding weapon.


Before the house girl could even reorient, I drew on the heretic fire again, infusing it into an Extinction event. As I did, I triggered the ability of my staff, elevating the blow itself to C-rank as I drove the butt of the weapon straight through the door.


There was a sort of ripple from within the house as the explosive force contracted in the center so hard it disrupted the air, then a sphere of dark blue fire expanded out at a rate too fast to follow, consuming the entire place in a ball of hyper destructive flaming energy. As it faded away, I swept the staff on a blurring slash, infusing it with as much power as I could draw. The two hounds, reeling from the death of their master, took the heretic fire infused hits head on and exploded into ash.


I flicked a finger, letting the construct dissolve, dust blowing away in the wind as I dismissed the staff back to its place in my soul. I turned to glance at my wife. "So, did that take care of the Void Shallow, or is there something else you need to do?"


She stared at me, eyes wide with shock. I got that. I didn't usually do the overwhelming force thing. I honestly needed to develop a stronger attack form. All my biggest hits were cooperative. Which was great most of the time, but in an emergency I wanted to have some way to throw down some real damage.


"I need to work on the connection point," she said after a second. "It's under the dust. The house was on top of it. Can you…" I nodded, waving a hand and triggering Agares to dissolve and shift the ash. She beamed at me, leaning up to give me a peck on the cheek before she hurried away. I just frowned at the spot where the house had been. This situation was getting more complicated by the minute. I just hoped I could keep up with the changing circumstances well enough to protect Callie from the consequences of my own damned actions.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

Reversing the process of converting the formation into a void shallow was time consuming and complicated. Back in the dungeon, the thing had been old and established, which was what made it stable enough to use the mist as a carrier to spread across the entirety of the screeching shoals. This one was much more recent and much less solid, so it COULD be reversed, but doing so required Callie to play with the Void in a way I really didn't like.


Void was…complicated. The way Callie explained it, it was a spiritual as well as a physical contagion. The void wasn't just an underlayer of reality, it was kind of an inversion. The Void Children and their corruption was similar to renown, but kind of the opposite. They were gods, and they harvested the spread of that contagion like normal gods did renown.


At its core, renown was faith, belief, it was the force that codified the universe, sheer force of will shaping reality. The void was the opposite. Despair, hopelessness, that was why the mist had worked the way it had.


This was a problem for humanity, because like the house thing had said, it meant renown was incompatible with void beings. Namely, it was LOUD. The Void was silent and empty, despairing and deathly still. The Void's despair and hopelessness was entropic, degrading all things positive, and the Void itself was the same way. It was, in a sense, anti-space, and when it intruded into REAL space, the actual positive spatial energy it came into contact with sort of…decomposed.


Callie, interestingly, could reverse this process. The Heretic Flame protected the soul, and space seemed to involve spiritual aspects of the actual universe. She tried to explain that part, but I had absolutely no clue what she was talking about, so i just smiled and nodded. My own research and understanding of things like mythology and skill construction was complicated enough, Callie could have the Void stuff.


Regardless, the issue we were running into here was that while the heretic fire could repair void damage (and therefore seriously disrupt void CREATURES, since the Void corruption was what they were made of) the corruption of the spatial energy was an order of magnitude higher than the kind of stuff that happened to living or even Void beings. This was a natural mechanism of reality, with the Void and the universe being DESIGNED to work in tandem.


Which meant in order to cleanse the Void energy from this shallow, she needed to take command of it and guide it back into the Void itself before she could begin using the heretic fire to repair this place.


Naturally, we didn't want to deal with a bunch of people underfoot while she did it, so we sent the majority of our forces off to keep finding golden spheres. Despite this major problem, I wasn't expecting special treatment from the elders. They didn't like me, and if I gave them an excuse to suppress me they would do it. Wasting potential points to work on this was going to be a net loss for me, no matter how you sliced it.


Beyond that, our suspicion that someone in the WCP was working with the Void made it dicey to rely on anyone up in the station. I doubted those high and mighty figures were sitting around watching us walk across forests or stop to rest. Chances were there was someone in charge of monitoring, and they were cutting together a highlight reel or something. That kind of position would be a key failure point for a mole to exploit, and my luck was bad enough that it was safer to assume that was the case than not. If it wasn't we didn't lose anything, but expect the worst and you'd never be disappointed.


Which was why Callie and I were now standing, alone, in front of a strange rift in the air. It looked…sick. Like the world had an infection. It was hard to see, really, strange ripples that twisted the air in unhealthy and disgusting ways, but only if you looked close enough.


If I used Dantalion, I could feel SOMETHING seeping out of it. It wasn't exactly the same as the mist, it was more ephemeral. It was the sensory equivalent of catching a dark form out of the corner of my eye, but when I turned to look nothing was there. Only it was out of all the corners of my eyes, and it was making me feel suffocated.


Subconsciously, i called the heretic fire through the bond, coating myself in the stuff. The sensation faded, but didn't disappear. Callie smiled at me sadly. "It's uncomfortable, I know."


"Not to you," I pointed out. I could feel that. I didn't love it.


She shrugged. "It's…soothing. It makes me feel like resting. Like white noise or rain sounds. It's my Path. of course, I also think the fact that it can't hurt me helps. I have the heretic fire coursing through me constantly, like I promised. I'm only susceptible to the positive aspects. And YES, there are positives. The Void is a natural counterweight to existence. It's not NICE, but it's necessary, not to mention useful. Void travel is one of the key reasons the vanished gods have managed to keep up with the six."


I knew that. I'd experienced it myself. In retrospect, that first transport on Rackham had been the initial clue that the vanished gods were colluding with the void.


"So, how do you…get rid of it?" I asked after a moment of thoughtful silence.


She reached out, and her pupils expanded, filling her whole eye until it was just a pool of black, shot through with brief, disturbing flickers of blue grey. Her fingers twined in the sickening spatial currents, and she started to pull them. Not all at once, a bit here, a bit there, it reminded me of someone trying to untangle a big pile of chords. Slowly, she freed up a…strand? Then another, then she started to weave them together.


Her expression was strained as she slowly untangled and then reworked the strands. Callie had sensed the Void many times, and had communed with CREATURES, but actual Void Manipulation was not something she'd done before. In realty, she was cheating, using hwe Shadow Manipulation and her Path at the same time. Callie had been Manipulating shadows for years now, and had used her Abyssal Path through those for a long time. She told me that in some ways, the Void was like reality's shadow, and that using that imagery, combined with her Path, made it feasible, if difficult, to capture and adjust it.


Seeing how exhausting it was for her though, I decided to help her out. I put a hand on her shoulder, then reached through the bond and used Dantalion through her. I made sure Leviathan was active before starting, because I wasn't sure what a deep analysis of the Void would do to me, but I focused on letting my information gathering form slowly churn away, the analyzing power slowly sinking deeper and deeper.


Through Callie's senses, I saw able to get a foothold into analyzing the Void. In some ways, it was the same as analyzing reality, but backwards. Still, it was exhausting and difficult, and it kind of hurt.


With the additional feedback though, Callie's ability to manage the void became smoother. She could have done something like that herself, but it would have meant lowering her guard and accepting in the Void influence, which neither of us were willing to let her do. I'd rather take a little pain than put my wife at risk of being turned into a psychotic Void puppet.


Finally, she triggered several parallels with Piece of Mind, stacking them together to help offset the load of freeing up and maneuvering the strands.


Rather than tie it in a ball or something, Callie used the Void stuff to create a simulacrum of a person. Specifically, of the house girl. Her shadow clone ability could be used on others, though it was less effective without a ton of very specific data. But this didn't need to be combat ready. She was just hoping the form would buy us a few seconds of confusion once she pushed it back through the tear that the influence had been seeping from.


It took about four hours to do it. She had to individually weave the muscle fibers, which we based on the muscle suit the girl had been knitting, in order to make it dense enough to fit all the influence into that one form. Once she finished, she commanded it back through, and the construct turned and walked casually into the tear.


Once it was gone, she took a deep breath, then held out her hands and focused. Blue black flame flared off her as her wings spread, and she focused her intent though the fire, sending a torrent of the stuff into the tear. It hit the strange crack in the world (which I'd been able to kind of reverse echolocate through the corruption I'd been helping her sense) and clung, coating the tear.


It started to close, but slowly. I had an idea. This stuff was partly made of Leviathan, which was made of Zagan, for the purposes of soul repair and protection. It was good at protection, and apparently the repair was a unique ability, but my own soul repair ability was faster if more specialized. I triggered Zagan, then offered her my own fire through the bond. I felt her draw it, and there was a flash of green among the blue and black.


It was like pouring hot oil onto an open flame. The green flames caught and were consumed by the blue, burning away but speeding up the process. It took less than ten minutes for the rift to be burned away, sealed completely, and Callie collapsed backwards in exhaustion when it was done. I caught her, obviously.


I lowered her to the ground, setting her head in my lap, using her cloak as a pillow since I was in armor. "You ok?"


"Yeah," she panted. "Sorry, that was a lot."


I smiled softly. "Worth it though. Take a look." I gestured to the forest around us, which had changed. As she'd removed the void taint and then healed the breach, the healing had radiated out in a strange inversion of the way the corruption spread. All around us, leaves bloomed on previously black trees, grass grew where they had only been barren earth, within a minute or two, the clearing turned from a blasted wasteland to a picturesque forest clearing.


I'd condensed all the ash from that lake into a hard casing to get it out of the way, and when it was purified and reversed, the poison fire had somehow inverted too. Something about the Zagan purification power had erased the toxicity AND the flame, and purifying water had sprung up from the cracks in the rock filling the lake within moments.


"I…I didn't even know I could DO that," I said as I stared at it. "Did you know I could do that? Or maybe I can't. Purification plus Void is inversion? But like…good inversion? I wonder if that'll be what you can do once you combine your ability with the trait?"


She hummed absently, and I looked down to find that she's drifted off to sleep. I laughed, lifting her head to adjust my legs. I'd been sitting on my feet and if I was going to be here a while I didn't want my legs to go numb, I crossed them, then set her head back down and just settled in to enjoy the view.


While this didn't solve any of our major problem right in this moment, the fact that the two of us managed to do this, something probably no one else on this planet could have done, made me pretty hopeful about managing Callie's condition. As for the Heretic God…well, I'd have to contact my grandparents to look into that. I had a feeling that was going to be a new and y complicated factor, but it was better than the alternative. We were safe (for some value of that word), we were together, and we could handle anything. Things could definitely be worse.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

We waited for the others to report back before getting up. Bethy and Abel had divided the group in two, and with them running things I wasn't too worried. Bethy could scout pretty well when she needed to, given her mist form, and I'd her running point on recon. She might mess around sometimes but she'd never put our people in unnecessary danger when I was trusting her to run things.


They came back with seven orbs total, counting the ones we'd already gotten. After a brief consideration, I decided that was enough. Thirty two points after turn in wasn't too bad. I still had no clue what anything cost, but based on the speed of collection, I doubted we'd need to drop hundreds of them per person or anything.


We headed for the exit at speed, and with Callie's ability, we managed to avoid running into either people or kobolds until we reached the closest web bridge.


Arriving at the exit cave, we all stopped before we stepped onto the web. "Let me examine this stuff for a minute," I told my people, holding up a hand. I knelt down, triggering Dantalion as I focused hard on the strands.


Aside from wanting to make sure the collection of thin semi translucent ropes my army of hundreds was about to walk across could hold up our weight, I was also making sure there were no traps here. The Kobolds had been in charge of this area for generations, and it wouldn't be a surprise for them to have trapped some of the entrance and exit paths.


My senses permeated the strands, and I focused on them, waiting and watching as more and more data was accrued. After a minute or two, I realized a few things. Firstly, these threads weren't exactly silk. They were more like a sort of semi silk crystalline structure. Veins of latticed structures bloomed inside the strands, laid out in special patterns to create formations. Beyond that, the strands THEMSELVES were woven in a specific way, creating a second layer.


Which gave me a sneaking suspicion, so I called Chelsea up, pointed out the construction, and then mentioned my hypothesis. She glanced around, studying the layout of the silk bridges, and eventually nodded. "Yup. This whole thing is one big formation. The caves, cliffs, and bridges are all specially laid out. Three layer formation structure like this is…I don't know what the fuck made this, but it definitely wasn't D-rank. A, at least. Maybe higher."


"What does it do?" I asked cautiously. "Like no one mentioned dying from walking on it, so I assume it's not offensive. No way the structure is only for durability. Can you figure out what the purpose is?"


"Gods no," she said with a laugh. "This is for beyond my level it's comical. It's like asking a beginner blacksmith apprentice to take apart an S-rank artifact. The scale of knowledge separating us is so wide they might as well be engaged in a completely different profession."


I cursed. "Fine, then I guess we stick with the old "if it wanted to hurt me, I'd be dead by now" standby. I declare this bridge safe to walk on. Now move your asses people, I'd rather not get sniped on the walk over." I glanced around, studying the other bridges for groups of travelers. Luckily I didn't see any right now.


Still, I let Kellan take the lead, Callie and I taking up positions behind the armored man as He held up his door sword. We made it about fifty feet before my Danger Sense went off. I triggered Mornax and Sammael, my wings spreading so I could pull strength from the air for the Mountain Stance portion. I pushed Callie behind me, ready to tank the blow, but I was shocked when nothing actually hit me.


Instead, there was a low whump of air being broken, and a wickedly sharp glowing arrow blurred across the intervening distance between us and where I'd finally spotted the attack. I was able to see it in the light of the glowing shot right before impact, and was surprised to see that it was ALSO an arrow, one made of a thorny black iron, with lots of cruel looking hooks along the shaft.


The glowing arrow, fired by Dayna, split the other down the middle before arcing off into the distance. Almost before the sound from the collision had faded, there was a twang of a bowstring and another arrow flow past me, heading along the same angle the attack her come from.


Beyond that, another dozen arrows left bow strings as my archers engaged in a direct confrontation with the small party of darkly dressed figures two bridges over and three above us. We changed our formation quickly, using the wave of shots as cover to get our defenders to the side of the bridge, and then crouched behind them, the archers using small openings to aim and shoot without compromising our defenses.


"Thanks." I told Dayna with a nod of gratitude. "You noticed that thing even faster than I did."


She shrugged. "I'm a hunter. It's my job to see vulnerabilities. It made sense for them try a sneak attack as soon as we stepped onto the bridge. Easy to relax once you've checked and confirmed there's no danger."


"Big weakness in my detection," I admitted. "It's based on proximity. Excellent for casing an area or finding gaps in defenses, but ranged attacks are a problem."


Bethy crawled over to us. "Ahoy Cap'n! These scurvy bilgerats be three sheets to southwesterly. Our cannons are manned and ready, and these landlubbers are all but asking for a visit to watery deeps!"


I sighed. "Damn it, which one of you mentioned pirates? You know they're on the list of banned topics. Check your list people! We update them daily." The vampire pouted, and I just chuckled, ruffling her hair to let her know I was kidding. "Only joking skipper, at ease. Can you fly up there without being noticed? Easiest way to deal with them would be if they "accidentally" fell off the bridge."


"No can do," she grimaced. "Something about this chasm prevents flying, I can feel it. Even as a bat or mist, I'd drop as soon as I went over."


I considered having Chelsea reinforce the archers with her diagram, but I didn't want to tip our hand on that too early. We'd used the technique in the caves, sure, but we'd killed all those Kobolds and the Void Mantises. If we used it in the middle of this chasm everyone and their mother could see, and that particular ability could pull our ass out of the fire later at a key moment if we saved it.


Turning to Whisper and Dayna, I asked them if there was anything we could do. They seemed kind of unsure, but to my surprise, Abel spoke up. "I have an idea," He said after a moment. "If I can create a path for the arrows, not only can I possibly help our people attack from an angle they won't expect, it should speed them up a LOT. Spatial lubrication was originally meant for speed, after all."


"That's a great idea," I said enthusiastically. "What kind of angle are you talking? And how far out can you get it?"


He grinned at me. "Here, let me show you. Do me a favor and cover me with Murmur? This needs to be a surprise, and being invisible will help me set it up. Assuming Murmur can cover my pathway."


"Should work if you go slow," I nodded. "Long distances aren't really doable, but if you have a stable structure for me to use as a bridge I should be able to manage for a short time."


I worried briefly that the chasm's attractive force might cause a problem there, but luckily, you didn't get sucked in unless you left the bridge. That was why the arrows had worked, oddly enough, they were considered part of the archer until impact, for some weird reason.


Sure enough, I expanded my Murmur domain easily. We took a few more shots, our defenders easily tanking the arrows they were shooting at us based on our last positions. They couldn't see us so while they were able to aim in our general direction, hitting us was a no go. Once that died down, Abel slipped out in front, knelt down, and manifested a giant arm.


He maneuvered his hand into a point with all five fingers pressed together, and after waiting to make sure I had it covered, looped it out and around to hook his arm up behind the other archers like a scorpion sting. It took about ten minutes to get into position because I had to make him stop to make sure it was covered, but when he had it set up, he nodded to the others and the massive blood red limb rippled, becoming more transparent like his old spatial lubrication.


The archers all stepped forward, the end of the arm (which cut off below the shoulder, acting as a giant funnel, and then just…started firing.


Arrows burst forward, hitting the structure and rocketing down the length of the arm to punch out the fingers. All five were pressed together and aimed the same way so they basically became barrels in a giant arrow gun.


The rain of the arrows came down on the crowd of archers like a meteor shower, and there were screams of pain and outrage, as well as at least one person falling off the bridge. Luckily, as I'd suspected, they'd prepared, and the one who fell vanished in a flash of purple electricity as an escape scroll kicked in. The rest of them survived, but there were multiple bad injuries from what we could see.


I dropped my domain and Abel dissolved his arm, and we waved to them cheerfully as we resumed our trek across the bridge. Aside from some very unfriendly looks, they didn't bother us again. Most of the others were either too far or too busy to bother with us. A few attacked each other, but for the most part only a couple of groups had taken our path, with most of them being in the caves ahead, so they mostly just focused on crossing.


When we reached the caves on the other edge, we all breathed a sigh of relief. Animal stepped forward to tell us what to do. "Alright, so we need to follow these caves further inland. They'll go up and our, and we'll come out with our backs to Yettin. There's no direct cave access to the city proper, it's considered a security threat."


Which made sense. Kobolds lived down here, and we'd already seen how nasty those little bastards could be. Still, with Callie and I to scout the way, we made good time extricating ourself from the cave systems.


When we emerged, there was a man waiting for us. He had on a black shirt and pants with some armor over it, and he held up and unfurled a scroll. In front of our eyes, an identical scroll unfurled, purple flame filling our vision as we were instructed to turn over our spheres. We did, and he made a note. Internally, I could feel my points tick up, letting me know I now had thirty two points in the competition.


I didn't mention the shallow. We'd gotten rid of it, which we shouldn't have been able to do. I did, however, ask if there was a way to contact outside forces.


He informed me massages could be sent but not received, to prevent interference, and said I could buy message scrolls in Yettin or use my own if I so chose. I thanked him, then we moved aside as more teams flooded out of the caves. After we finished the turn in, we all rounded on the city, eager for our first glimpse of one of the great cities of D-rank zone. And we were NOT disappointed.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

Yettin was…big. We'd come up from out of the ground on top of a hill. The trek over had been on a slight incline, but we'd traveled so far I hadn't realized how high we were until we emerged from the caves. Turning to look though, I was able to see the city from above, and looking at it was astonishing.


First of all, the "city" of Yettin wasn't just one town. Or rather, it wasn't just one layer. The city was, as Animal had mentioned, built in a sort of arc, bridging from one cliff to the other, meaning there was only a single exposed expanse of curved wall facing this side of the chasm.


That initial wall, at the base, was huge. Hundreds of feet high. Behind it, instead of the city though, was a ring of land. There were buildings along the inner rim of that ring, against the NEXT wall, but even after you got over the first wall, you had a big open space to get through before reaching the second wall.


Which ALSO contained a ring of empty land, with a city area built against the NEXT wall. The whole thing was seven layers, and the rings of land were shockingly wide, some with villages interspersed between them.


On the top layer, flush with the top of the cliff, was the city proper, an extremely large collection of tall towers connected by dense bridges and walkways. Behind THAT was another wall built along the edges of the cliff, high enough to make it difficult to see Yettin from the other side, with various towers and battlements that could be manned in case of an emergency.


"No wonder the caves don't come out inside the city," I said incredulously. "We have to go through seven layers of those ring shaped subcities to reach it. That must be rough to attack."


"I wouldn't know," said Animal with a chuckle. "It's never been managed. Those large empty plains between the walls are basically kill boxes, and they're lined with formations that can be detonated in times of war. As far as I know, no one has ever made it through the first later of the Yettin gauntlet with bad intentions. Several armies have tried, but they were killed almost to a man. It's considered the most defensible location in the outer ring."


I whistled, staring down at the massive layered emplacement with new eyes. Described like that, I could see how each layer would be suicide to try to get past. Assuming you could breach the first wall (which based on the height and the DOZENS of large scale ballistic weapons, wouldn't be easy) you'd have to run unprotected through what was apparently a magical minefield, toward a fortified collection of what looked like military buildings backed by ANOTHER wall, with another minefield on the other side if you got past that. Seven times.


"What kind of paranoid lunatic DESIGNED this place?" I asked in awed respect. "It's like looking at the inside of Zeke's brain." I turned to Animal. "Can you get us in? You said you have connections here, right? Because entry looks…like a lengthy process."


He chuckled. "There's a smaller gate for VIPs at the far end of the gate. We'll have to butt up against the cliffside, but because of the curvature of each successive wall, that's the shortest distance."


We set off down the hill, heading for the far end of the massive wall, and I couldn't help but ask. "Doesn't that compromise security? Having a secret entrance or whatever?"


"Not really," he said with a shrug. "The hidden gate is made of high quality metal. It's actually sturdier than the rest of the wall around it, and even more durable than the main gates. The only way you can get in is if you have someone to open it from inside. Since each successive wall later has their own separate guard force, the chances of someone managing to bribe or blackmail their way through all seven gates are even worse than the odds of someone invading.


"Each guard force also works on completely unrelated randomized schedules, so even if someone DID manage to get seven people arranged who could let them in, the chances of them all being on duty at the same time during a potential invasion are almost zero." He chuckled as he shot the city a respectful look. "Yettin is impenetrable without a fucking B-ranker to brute force entry. And even they might have some trouble with some of of the defenses. Some of the siege bows on the inner walls are loaded with high ranking ammunition. They've never been fired so they just kind of sit there as a standing threat."


I whistled. "Whoever designed this place was a paranoid maniac. I love it. I imagine space inside is at a premium though. How does this city measure up to the other D-rank spoke hubs?"


"Favorably," he laughed. "Your instincts are right on the money. Some of the strongest members of any of the local factions live here. Some are independents from the D-rank zone, some are lower level members of larger factions. The latter tend to be a bit more willing to come in context with me, though the less powerful of those are the ones who maneuvered me into my position here. If I hit C-rank, some of the weaker C-rank factions might have trouble dealing with me."


He'd mentioned that. "Your people can get us into the city?" I asked skeptically. He'd made such a big deal about security, I wasn't sure how we'd bypass it.


"They can," he assured me. "The wall guards have communication to the main city. It IS a VIP gate, so there needs to be a way to verifiably confirm someone's status. They call up, and we go through seven individual verifications, but it's still faster than taking the long way through the front gate. Don't worry, I've got this."


The walk around the wall was…tense. As we came close, I saw the massive ballistae on the battlements turn of their own accord and track us as we walked. Benny whistled. "Wow, auto targeting. Not bad. Kind of unfriendly, but given the magazines I can see on the bottom of those things, the ability to self aim would be a nightmare. I bet they're spatially expanded too. Who knows how many of those things are in there."


Animal nodded. "Yeah, they're D-rank bolts. While the crossbows on the inner walls are too far in to have ever been reached, there have been several attempts at incursion down here. These don't just cover out here either. They have three hundred and sixty degree coverage. Between them and the ones on the next wall, the entire ring is covered, and there's a decent band in the center where they overlap. Don't worry about them too much though. They cover out to the cave entrance, so if we were in danger we would know about it."


I whistled. That cave entrance was fairly narrow. Imagining all these bows along the wall focusing fire on that small passage was terrifying. Anything that stepped out would be drowning in giant arrows."


Dayna looked intrigued by the objects. "I don't believe they're able to musted the technique or damage output of a true archer, but there's something to be said about heavy artillery. I can manifest a shot at that size easily enough, but I can only fire so fast and from so many angles. I'm undecided on how much I approve of such devices."


Bethy nodded solemnly. "I understand completely. The first time I saw someone have their blood drawn with a needle I felt the same way. It's like they're trying to replace us!" She winked at the archer, who couldn't help but crack a smile, but her face became serious as she turned to me. "This place is unsettling though, boss. I can feel the eyes on me all the time. Are you sure it's safe to go in?"


"Not even slightly," I said with a shrug. "But I trust that our people can protect themselves. Worst case everyone files into your domain and we use scrolls to leave." I paused, considering the problem. "Actually, maybe them waiting inside would be a better idea. Not everyone, but most of them. We can keep our heavy hitters out here."


She nodded. "That's a good idea. It'll be easier to protect a smaller number of people." She closed her eyes, turning slightly, and her Domain flickered, covering the nearby army and sweeping them inside. When she opened them, only about twenty people remained outside, namely our twenty strongest warriors, plus a few key figures like Chelsea, Jessie, and Daysia.


The walk was tense, given the armed overwatch, but not nearly as tense and reaching our destination. We approached the small gate slowly, careful not to get too close to the cliff face. There was no bridge here, if we went over, we would NOT have a good time.


We arrived in front of the gate, and Animal stepped forward. "We seek sanctuary from this weary world," he intoned gravely.


There was a small click as a hatch opened in the door, and a pair of eyes peeked out of a thin slot. "State your provenance!" Boomed the guy on the other side in a majestic baritone. "Or be not welcome!" I heard a snicker from the other side, and the eyes cut to the left. "Did I say something FUNNY, Clarence?"


"No, no, nothing like that," came an amused voice. "Just…be not welcome?"


"It's on the script," the first guy said defensively. "Don't blame me, blame the sergeant. He's the one who wants this whole thing to be all formal and stuffy. Now do you MIND? I'm trying to get through this."


The other man shut up, and the eyes turned back to Animal, who smiled sheepishly. "I'm here to see Devlan Waycraft."


Hazel eyes narrowed suspiciously. "The Candle Man? We weren't warned about any visitors."


"He wasn't expecting me," Animal said with a shrug. "Tell him The Animal is here to visit, he should pass us through."


The hatch slammed shut, and I heard muttering about entitled shits and criminal scum (which seemed ironic given our current location), then the sound faded. We waited ten minutes and then the man came back, popped the door open, and gestured us inside."


We hurried in, and I was absolutely thrilled to see that the wedge shaped perimeter of the city had WALLS along the cliffiside once you entered the first ring. The guard, a short barrel chested man with a thick beard a shaved head, gestured us onto a long path that ran along the outer wall. "Be welcome, travelers, to the city of Yettin, jewel of the north. Be wary of your safety, for mysteries and wonders alike lie around every corner."


I shot him a surprised look. "Really? Can you warn us about some of them?" It was rare to find someone willing to give out information for free, and it might be useful."


"Of course," he said solemnly. "There are many places of both danger and opportunity inside the walls. For instance, the mystery garden of Amun-Sul, in which one may pick a flower, and any bloom might hold immeasurable riches. Only twenty chits per pick, with a ten percent finders fee before exiting. Or the market of a thousand faces, where any salesperson could be an expert passing on their legacy. Professional guides are available for hire for a small fee."


I stared at him blankly. "You're…you're just trying to sell us stuff, aren't you."


"Perhaps," he said mysteriously. "To know the true intentions of my dire warning, one must naturally pay the price. A small consideration and I could reveal the TRUE secrets of this majestic city." I stared at him for a moment, then turned and walked away down the path. "No, wait! I'll give you a discount! Three D-rank chits for a city map! It's annotated! Please buy something, I have KIDS to feed!" I had a strong feeling this was going to be a theme in Yettin. Fantastic.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

The path up to Yettin was long, and it was made longer by the constant attempts to sell us things. Animal had mentioned space here was at a premium, but I hadn't considered the logical (or illogical, considering the fervor) conclusion of that concept. Namely, EVERYTHING in Yettin was for sale.


After the first ring, we made it up to the second gate. Except it wasn't one gate. It was two. Two identical doors right next to each other, with one of them marked for "expedient entry". We didn't take that one, and ended up waiting two hours for someone to come let us in, after which we were guided to the next path. Or rather, the next three paths, with each of them being successively more upscale.


The first path was barely visible, more of a gravel road than anything. The second was functional, sturdy brick with regular shaded benches and water fountains along the length, and the third was made of enchanted brick that emanated Vitality and actually imbued the walker with speed to hasten their steps. Along path three, stands and small shops were peppered, with opportunistic locals waiting to sell anyone who came through things like sun hats, small fans, and little bottles of cooling mist.


We took the free path, obviously, and made decent time, but I had seriously underestimated the distances of these damned rings, and it took us an hour to make the trip. I was at least half sure the path had been spatially expanded to make it longer, but if it had, it was so subtle even Dantalion couldn't pick it up, so there was nothing I could do about it.


At the third gate, we were offered a membership card that would let us skip some of the fees on the way back up, but at this point, I was determined not to spend any money during this trip. I was annoyed, and that made me stubborn, and I forced everyone to do things the hard way just to prove to myself that I could resist all this nonsense, despite the complaints from most of my party.


By the time we reached the final wall, it was already getting dark and it had been hours. Everyone else was in a bad mood, but I ignored it. I was feeling pretty smug that we'd made it up here without wasting any of my hard earned chits. I was pretty low on funds as these things went, and I wasn't wasting them on random conveniences. I had a feeling what little money I had on hand would be necessary to make any allies in this fucking consumerist hellscape.


When we stepped through the inner gate, I was surprised to see someone waiting for us. A slim woman with coffee colored skin and brown eyes, her aqua hair tied up in a ponytail. She nodded to the guard who brought us in, then flipped him a chit, and turned to glare at us. "I've been waiting here for HOURS!"


I glanced at Animal, who stepped forward with a lazy smile. "Savannah, so good to see you. Devlan has you doing pickups now?"


"It was SUPPOSED to be a quick errand," she hissed venomously. "Who knew you assholes would take the long way up all seven times. Do you not have lives? Because some of us have shit to do Mal."


He shrugged. "Blame the boss. He got annoyed at all the sales tactics and decided to drag his feet out of spite. Personally, I thought it was funny."


"You WOULD," she snorted, then turned to stare at me. "So…you're a Wyndham? And yes, we know who you are. We know everything you've done in this zone. Wouldn't be very good rulers if we didn't. The mammoth thing was impressive. And your pedigree isn't bad, but if you want Devlan's support, you're going to need to do more than just swagger in here in scary armor."


I shrugged. "I'm sure. Do you have the authority to barter with me about this? Because I'm happy to talk details with you if it'll get us anywhere, but if you can't make a deal, I'd just as soon skip the chit chat. I've got things."


She raised an eyebrow at me. "Bit of an attitude on you, huh?"


"Not really," I shrugged. "I'm not really worried about who I'm negotiating with. If it's you that's fine. But I want to make sure I'm talking to someone with actual authority, because burning an hour bartering with somebody who can't actually make a deal would be a waste of my very limited time."


She stared at me intently for a moment, then grinned. "I like it. Not dismissive or disrespectful, but blunt and no nonsense. No, I don't have the authority to make a contract with you. But I'd be happy to take you to someone who does."


"Excellent," I beamed. "But before that, can we stop somewhere to eat? I'm starving, and I'm guessing everyone else could use something too." I considered our funds and grimaced. "Maybe something like a food stall or something rather than a nice restaurant. I'm a little low on cash."


Assuming that D-rank chits were a base unit of currency here, which the map sale implied, my C-rank chits were probably of decent value, but I only had a few. I needed to figure out a way to make some money, considering the local environment. I could trade directly for scrolls, and would do so where possible, but for probably the first time since the beginning of my journey as an Ascendant, money was actually a valuable commodity.


Aside from buying a few weapons or some supplies, being resourceful and able to grant wishes made having cash on hand kind of irrelevant up to this point, but I should have expected the WCP would be where I finally had to start paying attention to my finances. It was giving me a headache already.


"Easy," she said with a bright smile. "North Alpston Street has a whole collection of stalls. It's not too far from here, on the way to The High Society, Devlan's club."


She led us down a few alleys, across a couple of squares, and we eventually ended up in a sort of large plaza full of food stalls and vendors. We stepped in eagerly, and I started looking around, but I was immediately stopped by Abel. "Whoa there, let me handle this. I'm an expert."


I'd actually forgotten my mentor had run a sausage cart back in his Spruce Bunny days. I wasn't sure how applicable that would be here, but I nodded, stepping back to let him inspect everything. He scanned the plaza, then started to stroll around, sniffing and inspecting as he searched for…something.


Finally, we came to a small, out of the way booth where they were selling skewers of meat. I cocked my head at him, curious why he picked this one, and he smiled. "When looking for a food stall, there are a few things to pay attention to. First off, don't eat at any place that has a sparkly clean exterior or recent renovations. Rebuilds are a gimmick, and it means they either overcharge or the food isn't good enough to speak for itself."


The small man behind the counter of the booth, working the grill, glanced up at us through thick fuzzy eyebrows as he heard Abel speak. "A professional," he said with a respectful nod. "Buy ten get one free. One chit each."


Abel glanced at me, and I sighed, taking out eighteen D-rank chits. This brought me down to a measly eleven, but that was pretty cheap, and he'd even cut us a deal. Plus we had to eat. The old man nodded, his hands flying as he constructed twenty skewers. I noticed that the ones he gave us had a bit more meat compared to the others he'd been making, and I nodded gratefully before opening up my mask to eat.


The skewers were…amazing. The meat was piping hot, and so tender you could eat it with a spoon. It was literally falling off the stick as I wolfed it down, and I was sad to see how fast it was gone once I finished.


Savannah bought a few of her own, eating them all with relish (once again, not the condiment) as she led us along the street and off into another alley, taking us through back roads until we arrived at a large, luxurious building. The whole place was made of marble, with thick dark wood doors and lots of gold trim to match the veins on the gleaming white stone. Above the door hung a white marble sign, with letters carved into it and set with gold leaf. "The High Society."


This hadn't been the kind of club I'd expected. I'd been figuring it would be a dive bar or maybe a dance club. This was more of an upscale social club. Savannah marched us to the door, rapping on the wood lightly. The door swung silently open, a head sticking out, and I was surprised to see it was actually an old man.


Older people in D-rank weren't common, since C-rank had a much lower barrier for entry than either D or B. D-rank required the creation of a Path, and B-rank the condensation of a Chronicle. C-rank, comparatively, only required a Solid Path, which was usually easy enough to manage in the relatively lengthy time spent in D-rank.


"Who are you?" He scowled at us gruffly. "Savannah, who are they? Why did you bring such ruffians to seek audience from the sir? Have you lost your mind, girl? Look at them. Clearly unsavory types." His eyes narrowed at Animal. "Oh, and THAT one is with them. As if I needed the confirmation."


She sighed. "The boss wants to see them, Walden. You gonna tell him no?"


"I should," the old man said, his bushy mustache twitching. His grey hair was combed back but didn't manage to actually lie flat, frizzing out behind him like a lions man. "But I suppose he knows what he's about. Very well. Come inside. And don't touch anything. I'll be watching you. If you try to steal anything I'll chop off your hands."


I rolled my eyes. "What part of my incredibly expensive C-ranked armor makes me look like I need to steal from you?"


He sneered, sniffing the air. "3 C-rank chits and eleven D-rank," he shook his head in disgust. "Practically destitute."


Apparently this old man could SMELL wealth? Only in fucking Yettin. I didn't bother to respond to his accusation. I was a Wyndham, I didn't need cash to make deals. Savannah had clearly not bothered to share my name with this old…butler? He was wearing a formal tuxedo with tails and white gloves, so that was my guess.


Once we entered, he forced us to wipe our shoes thoroughly and then sprayed us down with some sort of disinfectant. I was starting to get offended. But he didn't seem to care. Savannah waved goodbye, heading out as quick as she could, and I got the distinct impression she didn't like Walden any more than I did.


He led us deep into the building, through long marble hallways and past open rooms full of people eating, chatting, and playing games. It was all very formal and civilized, and most of them didn't even bother to look at us as we passed.


Finally, we headed down a flight of stairs to a room set just below ground level, and Walden knocked on the door. There was a brief pause, and then a stern voice intoned. "Enter." Walden glared at us again, as if double checking that we were still the same people he'd be disapproving of since we arrived, and then he pushed the door open and gestured us in.


Inside, I found a library full of leatherbound books, with a roaring fire and a thin man of indeterminate age sipping brandy in an overstuffed chair. He had a handlebar mustache and was wearing an honest to gods monocle. And when he saw us, he nodded in satisfaction. "Excellent, you've arrived. Now, why don't you tell me why I shouldn't have you killed for making me wait so long?"

 

[Malcolm Tent]

Devlan's voice was pleasant and urbane, but his eyes were hard and cold. He wasn't some sophisticated gentleman, even if he dressed up like one. This was a ruthless thug, and he would have absolutely killed us if he thought he could get away with it and had a reason. Unfortunately for him, neither of those things were the case.


"No reason," I told him pleasantly. "If you want to try, go ahead."


He stared at me for a moment, either weighing his options or deciding if I was too insolent to put up with. Eventually though, he chuckled. "Oh good, you do have a backbone. I thought I might be dealing with one of those simpering back line armchair Ascendants your family is so famous for putting out. No offense intended, of course, I just like to know where I stand."


I noticed he hadn't said that he wouldn't have killed us if he'd felt the need. Just that he hadn't meant to be offensive.


Shrugging, I strolled over and dropped into the chair across from his. My friends stayed by the door, all of them ready and waiting for someone to start something. Walden had stepped up behind his boss's chair, his eyes scanning the room like he was a bodyguard waiting to spring into action. I was really curious why this random old guy with the ability to smell money was confident he could take twenty of my best, but I didn't actually think he could handle my people, so I wasn't too bothered.


"So," I said casually. "I'm interested in an alliance. Obviously. But since you know some of what I have to offer, you know that I'm a pretty desirable partner to have."


He raised an eyebrow. "You're a public enemy of nearly every member of your family. They're terrified you'll become an unstoppable tyrant like the current Wishmaster. Allying with you will make me a universal foe to every other Wyndham."


"Come on, you're not that naive," I told him chidingly. "You know that isn't how Wyndhams work. They're too worried about gathering points and accruing influence to seriously pursue me. There might be a few that will prioritize me over their own interests, but it won't be common. Once they realize what a tough nut I'll be to crack they'll wash their hands of it all. Wyndhams don't do sunk costs."


He hummed consideringly. "Perhaps, but a wish is a wish. There may be some variation between candidates, but I'm sure some are higher in the D-ranks than you, and some even have C or B ranked scrolls I might avail myself of."


"You can't pay for a C or B-ranked wish anyway," I said with a shrug. "So it hardly matters. But we both know if you didn't have any interest in working with me I wouldn't be here. So stop trying to inflate the price and tell me what you want and what I get. Don't forget, I have other options too. I have a lot of points right now, which means I can bring quite a few people out if I maintain this pace. Not to mention my assets in the B and A rank zones. I could just wait and make my alliances there."


Sighing, he took a long, slow sip of his brandy. After he drained the glass, Walden scurried away, coming back with a bottle and pouring more of the amber liquid into the wide bottomed glass. Pulling out a lighter, Devlan flicked it, running the flame along the bottom of the crystal glas slowing as he swirled the drink. He took a long sniff, sighing contentedly. "I do so enjoy that scent. Oh, where are my manners, would you like a drink?"


"I'm not one for alcohol," I said pleasantly. "But thank you. Now, my question, if you please?"


Clicking his tongue, he shook his head sadly. "Young people these days. So impatient. Negotiation is a delicate and elegant art. No need to rush things."


"You threatened to kill me the second that we met," I said, my tone dry. "I feel like you aren't in a position to talk about elegance and delicacy. You want something, and you're trying to put me on the back foot so I'll agree. I'm guessing it isn't something a wish can accomplish, or isn't something you can pay for, so you want me to use my forces to get it done. Why don't you cut to the chase and tell me what it is."


He snorted out a laugh. "There's a fine line between blunt and abrupt, my lad. But very well. You're correct. I do want something. How familiar are you with Yettin's operation and origins. You saw the defenses coming in, but do you know where they came from and who is in charge of the city?"


"No," I admitted. "I was actually curious about that. "The person who built this place must have been…interesting."


"He was a paranoid lunatic," Devlan sneered. "And his family have been in charge of this city for almost five thousand years. You see, aside from the outer defenses, he ALSO built the city lord's manor, an impenetrable fortress from which his descendants rule over Yettin. Specifically, they control the defenses through the use of a key passed down through their family, which never leaves the neck of the current Lord of Yettin, a thoroughly unpleasant man named Greesh."


I had a bad feeling about this. "Since you've already agreed that you can't just wish for the key, am I to assume you want me and my people to go in and get it for you?"


"Even so," he nodded. "Word has it that you have an exceptionally profound stealth ability. "Combined with your outsized combat capability and your troop transport potential, I'm inclined to think you have a real chance at infiltrating the fortress…with a little help."


"And if I don't you lose nothing," I pointed out dryly. "Which brings us to the matter at hand. Because if you want me to break into a fortress and rob the lord of this city, I need to know that this is going to be worth it. Animal didn't tell me exactly who you represent or what I'm here for. You seem to have some influence here, but I'm moving on from this city soon enough. I hope you have more to offer than this." I gestured around us at the club.


"I suppose I must," he laughed. "Fine. Yes, I have access to higher level factions. The High Society is a branch of my uncle's business enterprise in Draycia, one of the spoke cities in the C-rank zone. I'm considered his direct heir, and have my own position secured for my eventual rise to C-rank. However, should I believe that you are capable of ushering me out of this wasteland, I have certain favors I might call in to arrange your safe passage, and certain introductions I might make to yet more C-ranked forces."


Which was tempting. While we probably didn't have the most D-rankers in the succession war, what we DID have were some of the most elite badasses in the universe at this rank. At the same level, my people and I could handle ourselves against almost any force. But we only had a hundred C-rankers, and while everyone else also had that limitation, there were also a lot more of them than us. Despite what I'd told Devlan, I DID think some of them would team up, which meant going into the C-rank zone we would need a quick infusion of manpower, and we'd need it stat.


My friends and companions, including my cousin Felicity and several other powerful allies sourced from both the dungeon and occasionally my mom's faction, were waiting for us ahead…somewhere. But until we got there, no one had any way of knowing who was with who. While inroads with locals were being made, I was sure, I was equally positive no actually conflicts would start until the candidates joined up with their factions. The C-ranked candidates might already be fighting, but the unattached C-rankers were most likely being left alone in consideration of possible future alliances.


"I'd need information," I said eventually. "And since this is payment for the alliance, you'll need to pay for the wishes out of pocket. Plus I want your full D-rank commitment spelled out in hard numbers, in writing. I don't want to get this done and have you commit a token force while you stay behind to rule over this city like a robber baron."


He smirked at my choice of works, but clearly didn't feel like commenting on it directly. "Very well," he said after a moment. "Walden?"


The butler nodded, then scurried out of the room, returning in moments with a pair of documents. He passed them both to me, sniffing disdainfully as he did so, just in case I'd forgotten how much he disapproved of his boss working with someone like me.


I unrolled them, and sure enough, they were, respectively, a dossier on the fortress in question and a contract with explicitly spelled out language on troop deployments. I snorted, withdrew a piece of paper, and carefully wrote out my OWN contract, keeping all the troop values and the useful language and carefully inserting my own terms around them. Then I passed it over to Devlan, who grinned as he unrolled it, reading it over.


"In perpetuity?" He said incredulously. "There's no way."


I rolled my eyes. "Non AGRESSION in perpetuity, with the exception of self defense. Term of service is a hundred years, with an option to re-up."


Grimacing, he read over it again. "I SUPPOSE I can live with most of this. What's this bit about renown structuring?" He frowned as he read over it. "You're TAXING us renown? Can you even do that?"


"I can," I laughed. "And I will. You're getting off this planet, getting access to premium wishes, getting the city you want. This is a win across the board for you, and I want to be compensated. So, if we do this, you'll pay me ten percent. Given the renown boost from getting off this planet and joining the mainstream WCP, it'll more than pay for itself. Or you can try someone else, but of course, I think we both know the chances of them getting you that key are slim to none. And you want that thing, for some reason."


He glared at me. "You're smarter than you look. Fine. Ten percent off the top. On the assumption that you win and get us off this planet. If you don't get first, I want out."


I took the document, crossed some things out, and then filled in some more. "I'll offer you a buyout option. One C-rank chit per person. IF I don't win. Assuming I don't die, in which case the whole thing is obviously void."


Handing it back, I grinned as I watched him read over it a few times and then sigh. "Fine. We have an accord. But only if you get me the key." He tossed it back. "I'm not signing until then. Understood?"


I caught it, stowing it in my ring, and then stood with a nod. "We have the dossier, and we'll need some time to scout things out and look into the circumstances of the job. We'll be in touch when it's done." I withdrew a wish scroll. "Since these are separate from the job, do you have any interest in a wish? I can spare five at the moment." I needed some cash, and this was as good a place as any to get it.


He nodded, then sent Walden to grab the scrolls. I sat back down, smiling as the butler collected them. He looked uncertain, which amused me. I think he was finally figuring out who he'd been looking down his nose at. Who said a future wishmaster can't be petty?

 

[Malcolm Tent]

Callie and I struck out on our own this time. I was going to need to do some serious sleuthing, and that meant lots of downtime. If Bethy came along we could have used her Domain to store the others, but despite being much more savvy than she usually let on, Bethy was not a patient or quiet person. She wasn't really suited for a long term stakeout like this, and honestly aside from Callie none of the others would be a huge benefit.

My wife, on the other hand, was going to be KEY to this endeavor. Mostly because she was going to help me expand the reach of Dantalion through the shadows.

It was something I hadn't considered before, not on this scale, but once the idea popped into my head I couldn't shake it loose. One of the major benefits of Callie's ability was the boost to Perception. Not in quality, but quantity. Her ability to see and perceive through shadows boosted the range of her senses exponentially, and Dantalion was basically built off magical senses.

Which was how we found ourselves posted up on a rooftop staring at a massive tower of dark stone perched RIGHT on the edge of the cone shaped cliff that the city was situated on. Or rather, it was situated PAST the edge, because the rock between the island of stone it was on and the main cliffside had been sheared away and replaced with a very sturdy looking bridge that may or may not be holding the whole tower up.

"So…that doesn't seem stable," I observed with interest. "Like, even if that bridge is SUPER sturdy. Unless there's like…a core of whatever that material is inside the island?"

"You're assuming that thing isn't just floating," she pointed out. "It's not like it would be the first floating island we've seen. Or the tenth. But I'm less worried about the bridge and more worried about the brief flashes of light in the air around it. Those seem…unfriendly."

I nodded slowly. "They do." I held out my hand. "Give me a boost?"

She beamed at me, grabbing my hand with one of her own while she placed the other against the shadows on the corner of the rooftop. I triggered Dantalion as I felt my senses falling through the bond and into hers, emerging from inside the darkness and into…infinity. Or what felt like it.

I staggered, and only her hand on mine kept me upright. Gritting my teeth, I triggered Piece of Mind, not just once or twice, but a full SIX times. My ability to withstand it had been boosted a lot by the condensation of my Chronicle. But beyond the soul weight, the sheer influx of information was staggering. Callie, still holding my hand, reached through the bond and triggered another two instances of Piece of Mind herself, and only once we reached eight parallels and ten consciousnesses total between us was I able to slowly start to digest the overflow.

It was a lot. Dantalion worked by slowly grinding away at potential information, starting at the surface and slowly deepening its scan as I spent more time. Due to this quirk of operation, Dantalion worked best with lots of surface area. Or at least, it worked most COMPLETELY with lots of surface area. I could get a more detailed read if I focused on a smaller area, but I ended up with WAY too much incredibly pointless information. People claimed knowledge was power, and that was true in some measure, but there WAS such a thing as too much information. Focusing Dantalion too hard gave me a lot of extremely niche info without much context to understand it with, and I'd long since realized that an expanded view, while slower and taking much longer, made for a much better comprehensive grasp on the situation.

First thing I did was close my eyes and try to block out my NORMAL senses. Dantalion actually used my Eye of Revelation as one of its bases, so normally sight was useful when scanning, but since me Perception was all coming through the shadows, my actual eyeballs were mostly just wasting bandwidth in my brain.

Once that was done, I retreated to my library. Pride was busier than usual, because in order to best manage this new type of input, I'd manifested all of my parallels inside, and they were all currently filling out books worth of information at top speed, which really helped me process everything. Callie and her two parallels were also inside, but to my surprise, they weren't manifesting books to fill out, but rather using her shadow manipulation to create a three dimensional rendering of the tower based on the information pulled from the other sources.

I strode up to the table, leaning over to examine the model, and I was absolutely floored by the amount of detail. Not just in the building itself, but in the surrounding area and energy flows. Dantalion was extending its range THROUGH the shadows, which meant we were getting the radius of that effect, not just the shady areas themselves.

Still, I could feel that it wasn't something I could push much further, or something I could keep up for long. Luckily, I had an alternative to just sitting around here and waiting to figure something out.

With a brief effort of will, I triggered the Wisdom of Solomon. My Ten Demons Tree was a reincarnation tree in its original form, and it had bloomed spiritually inside my soul. Since then, I'd been able to use the tree's ability to create alternate lives and timelines combined with the library to simulate possible outcomes and process data.

The tree flashed brightly from its spot above the tome, and my Chronicle actually groaned at the combined weight. Not enough to be dangerous, but it showed how truly staggering the effort I was putting into this was in terms of soul weight. If I hadn't already had my tome, this operation likely would have instantly shattered my soul like cheap glass.

It took about twenty minutes for the simulations to finish, and I was starting to get a serious headache from the process, so as soon as it was done, I dismissed the parallels and disconnected from the shadows. Dantalion was dropped, and I returned to my normal state of consciousness as I fell over within an audible groan, holding my head in my hands. Callie caught me, propping my head up on her lap, and started rubbing my temples slowly, waiting for my brain to catch up with the WAY too much I had just tried to do with it.

"Ow," I rasped as quietly as I could manage. "That was…deeply unpleasant."

She chuckled. "Yeah, I got a bit of the pain. We knew it was risky. With your Chronicle you weren't in any danger of real damage, but it seems like that was a little beyond your current powers. I THINK I might have contributed a bit though. My Path skill isn't the same as it used to be. Like I told you, I pick up information about the Void now. I think broadcasting Dantalion through it put you in a spectrum of data you don't normally access. I could feel details about the Void structure of this place through the information I was sifting from the bond."

"Ow," I agreed verbosely. She giggled lightly, which made me cringe because it was loud and kind of high pitched, but then went silent, allowing my head to recover. It didn't take too long given my Vitality, and I eventually sat up with a groan. "Ok, yes. Too much. We're lucky we decided to test it on such a relatively small area. Nothing around here except the tower, and one building wasn't too much to handle."

She laughed at that. "Well it seemed pretty close. But fair enough. So, I take it from the ceasing of our collaboration that you now have a plan for how to get us in there?"

"Pretty much," I agreed. "We're going to need a few of our people to pull it off. But from what I can tell, this is the best possible entry path we can take. Wisdom of Solomon works best with lots of data, and we had a TON this time. Probably could have gotten some more depth if we'd stuck it out, but since most of the defenses are surface level, we didn't really need it. I don't need to know the name of the guy who built the cabinet in the fifth floor drawing room if I know there's a secret passage in the back of it."

"Is there?" she asked excitedly. "I love secret passages!"

I laughed. "I know, and yes, it connects to the wine cellar. The whole place is swarming with the damned things. I caught some of the historical context as I was working, and it's pretty wild. Apparently they built them for assassinations, affairs, smuggling, coups, and pretty much any other nefarious action they were interested in. Since they're spatially expanded, some of them actually butt up against each other, even within the same WALL. I don't think anyone in there even KNOWS about all of them, because no one consults anyone else when making them."

"Does that make our job easier or harder?" she asked slowly. "Like do we need to worry about people randomly popping up from nowhere?"

I shook my head. "Not really. My scan made it clear which ones don't see regular use. There are a few of them that everyone knows that get traversed often, a few only a couple people use, and a bunch no one is aware of. Aside from lots of dust and a couple of nasty critters we can work around, we'll be much safer traveling through them than almost anyone else would be."
"Then why do you have bad news voice?" she asked flatly. "Because you don't sound happy at all."

"Because," I sighed. "While everyone and their brother made passages all over that place for every reason under the sun, they did NOT see fit to connect any of them to the vault. Presumably even the idiots who came up with such gems as the midnight snack slash axe murder passage and the affair passage that connects to six different rooms knew better than to build a secret back entrance into the place where they keep all their money."

That got another giggle. "Hence you needing some of our people to help. I'm assuming the vault itself is going to be a bit too involved for us to manage on our own?"

"We could do it," I hedged. "But not fast. I have a few helpers in mind. Abel, Bethy, and my sister, namely. Though I'm also bringing Dayna and Sable. I got the specs on that thing and it is NOT going to be easy to get into. But if we bring the right tools, we can crack it within an hour or so. At the most."

Popping to my feet, I stretched languidly, groaning at the feeling of releasing all that excess tension. Apparently mentally doing ten things at once had twisted my back into knots. After cracking my neck, I offered my arm to my wife. "Well, this was a fun little outing, want to go get our friends and then break into someone's creepy fortress house and steal their key?"

Sliding her arm into mine, she beamed at me happily. "I thought you'd never ask. Although, since we're going to be in their vault anyway, maybe we can snag a few extra odds and ends. Seems like a waste of good loot to just leave it there to rot."
We spread out wings and took off, Murmur covering us as we made our escape (we'd been concealed by shadows until takeoff). In her head, I teasingly told her we'd have to do a bit of research on the city lord first. I hoped he was as big an asshole as his ancestors were, because that would really help solve our money problems.