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Chapter 84
🕑 Added 2023-06-28 04:00:11 +0000 UTCAN: Edited!
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Snowbold Village, The First Peak, The Eighth Floor
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Wave was on cloud nine as they talked around the fire in the First Peak Village. His sister was here! It'd been so long since he'd left their old village, and he hadn't expected to ever see her again. She was safe. Healthy.
Sitting next to his sister, he couldn't get the stupid grin off his face. Huea was more reserved, but he knew she was just as happy to see him. "So," Huea began, swallowing her mouthful of iced cream. "You helped The Creator on the Eleventh, and channeling such huge amounts of mana warped you. The Creator noticed and did what he could to guide the transformation." Wave nodded.
"Tha's th ghist hof et," he said around the iced cream and spoon in his mouth. He giggled at his sister's disgust but continued more seriously after gulping it down. "I was... different. Unique. I tried to live here, among the snowbolds. But I didn't feel like I belonged anymore."
"And you found the Eleventh more... welcoming?" Huea asked, seeming confused. Wave considered her words for a moment. They sat silently while he thought and watched Aston translate for Towers as the Scorpan tried to proselytize to the human.
The Scorpan was certainly enthusiastic, and though the human was interested, Wave could tell that same enthusiasm, coming from the enormous monster, visibly disturbed her. He had no doubt that she couldn't understand his language contributed somewhat.
"That's... not quite right." Wave eventually said. "I felt called. On my surfboard, surfing on the sea... it was like I found my place. Not because The Creator told me to live there but because I liked it. But even then... I was still lonely. The only other people I could talk to were the Fire Court manabeings." He looked across the fireplace again, a fond smile growing on his snout.
"Then you made some friends," Huea finished. Wave nodded.
"They weren't like the Snowbolds," He said, waving a claw. Even now, the snowbolds were giving their fireplace a wide berth. He couldn't tell if they were trying to avoid the human or show respect. "Treated me like a person." Huea nodded and looked around at the snowbolds herself.
"I understand that," she said. "Same thing happens with the Drake-kin and Mushu. Not Tear, though. He was always 'one of us,' so even after The Creator elevated him, he never reached that same level of... reverence." Wave nodded, trying to snap his claws. They both looked at his clawed fingers as they made no noise.
"Huh. Expected something different there. Anyway, that's the word I was thinking of. Reverence." They were quiet for a bit. "Come with us." Wave suddenly asked, surprising himself. Huea seemed just as taken back.
"I... can't," she said. She sounded regretful. "I want to, I really do. But I can't. If I came, I'd have to bring Kata. The Creator was clear that she was to remain on the Seventh. I'm... kinda stretching the bounds here. I don't think she'd try to leave the dungeon, but bringing her closer to the Core? No. I need to take her back to the village." Wave nodded sadly and hung his head. She touched his shoulder, and he looked up at her.
"hey, It's okay. We know about each other. We can send messages with the wind sprites and arrange to visit when this ends." Huea said, sounding hopeful. Wave perked up again. That was true! He was certainly disappointed, but he understood. She had responsibilities. And even just knowing she was on the seventh changed his motivation slightly. Where he'd once been willing to die, trying to get this core to The Creator... now he'd do his best to live.
Eventually, they were shown where they could sleep. Huea stayed with the human, Kata. Aston and Towers bunked together, and Wave was led to his old hut. The bed was still too small, but he grabbed a few things he'd left behind the first time.
The following day Wave waved goodbye to Huea and Kata. It didn't feel like a farewell, like the last time they'd parted ways. They knew they could contact each other again and had the means to do so. Wave took comfort in that.
The party of three left soon after that.
They made good time, going through the passages, and it was midday by the time they reached the Ninth. The return trip through the desert seemed to take longer, even though Wave knew it was just as far as it'd been before.
They reached the canyon in only a few hours and trekked down the cliffside path in barely one. They took a break there, at the base of the cliff, for a few minutes. They'd been walking for hours, and Wave knew the others were just as tired as he was. Yes, they were trying to get back to the Eleventh as fast as possible, but it wouldn't do for them to drop from exhaustion.
Therefore, it was a great surprise when the human walked into the clearing at the base of the trail.
He looked just as surprised as Wave was. His eyes flicked between Towers, Wave, and Aston, sizing them up. When his analyzing look turned into a crazed grin, Wave raised his staff at him. Aston and Towers were suddenly in front of him, hammer and javelins raised. The human practically launched himself at the monster party.
And the fight began.
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The Canyon, The Ninth Floor, The Dungeon
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Hallmark rushed forward toward the group of monsters. He'd never seen any of their kinds before, though the lizard looked similar enough to the ones on the Seventh and Eighth. The beast-like one had legs like a cow and the head of one. It only stood on two legs and wielded an enormous hammer in its muscled arms. It wasn't as large as the Seventh's Guardian's hammer, but still huge. The largest monster... was even stranger. A scorpion-shaped monster with a humanoid torso growing from the front. Possessing both pincers and arms. Its face... a nightmare of shifting mandibles and chitin.
He lifted his sword, deflecting the thrown javelin. The scorpion drew another from its back and snapped its pincers menacingly. Hallmark threw himself sideways to dodge the whip of water that arced around the two large monsters. The water retreated quickly as Hallmark rolled, keeping his momentum.
Then he was on them.
A diagonal strike aimed at the furred beast's fragile-looking legs was deflected by the warhammer wielded by said beast. This one had two different sides to the head. One was flat but covered in shallow spikes. The other was a wicked-looking spike, curved slightly and bladed on the interior of the curve. The bladed curve deflected his sword strike, and Hallmark spun, using the monster's momentum, already moving into the next strike. The beast was still recovering from his own counter and out-of-position.
This time, a Javelin intercepted his strike. He threw himself back to avoid the lunging pincers and rose from the dust cloud he'd thrown up with the tactical retreat.
"So, you're the monster that's been roaming the dungeon, killing with impunity," the lizard spoke up, filled with righteous anger. Hallmark hated it already.
"I'm no monster. You're the monsters!" Hallmark retorted. "And I'm doing my gods-given duty by slaughtering you all!" He lunged forward again, aiming at the scorpion, but every strike was intercepted by either the javelin or the hammer. On the odd occasion he managed to get the scorpion and beast off balance at once, he had back off to dodge an ice spike or water whip.
One even scored a hit on the exposed skin of his arm, carving a shallow cut through his forearm. Sloppy. He couldn't afford to be sloppy anymore.
He'd needed to use the last of his healing potion to fix the broken ribs from falling into the canyon.
From that moment, Hallmark was more conservative in how he fought. He took less risks. He was cautious not to overextend. The monsters noticed. They couldn't not notice.
They became more aggressive in response. Especially the scorpion. It took more risks, trying to get past Hallmark's defenses. He didn't let it. As the fight went on, Hallmark realized he was tiring.
He wasn't stupid, after all. Fighting constantly, crossing a desert without water, relying on his now-depleted wide-awake potion and healing potions to stay in the fight... He needed a break. Time to rest. His only consolation was the monsters were tiring faster than he was. Their blocks came slower. Strikes had less force behind them. The Water Mage behind the other two sent less and less powerful whips, and its ice spikes soon halted entirely. He was winning.
Then, just as he started to get the upper hand, a familiar screech and rain of metal feathers stopped him from pushing the monsters further. He dodged backward, rolling out of the way, metallic feathers thudding into the sand around them. He looked up at the clearing... and the monsters were gone. He immediately looked up, trembling and eyes wide. They hadn't.
They had. The absolute Bastards. Winging away were three BIRDS carrying the monsters he'd been fighting in their claws. He screamed in frustration. He'd been so close... It echoed through the canyon, and he heard the bird's cawing laughter. He could do little but glare back at them as they flew away down the canyon. Haythem turned and looked at the waterfall, concluding he'd walked the wrong way. By the look of that switch-back trail, this was where he was meant to have entered the canyon. He sighed, rubbing his eyes for a minute.
As much as he wanted to keep going... to press on... He needed some time to rest. He started walking back down the canyon, this time scanning the walls, looking for a suitable cave or nook near which he could put up defenses. He'd try to get some sleep. Eat some food. He would probably crash from his abuse of the wide-awake potion, and if he didn't find somewhere safe to sleep for a day or two, he probably wouldn't survive.
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The Town Square, Port Medea, Medea Island
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Layla looked out at the crowd gathered in the square, more nervous than she'd ever been. She'd spoken before groups before, but that was just Guilders. She knew Guilders. Knew what made them tick, what motivated them. How to talk to them. These weren't Guilders; they were ordinary people.
It was a good thing she wasn't the one talking. Next to her stood Lord Medean, far more composed and in control of himself. He gave her a kind smile, and she took a deep breath, composing herself, before smiling back. Weaker, but no less genuine for that. On his other side stood the new Lady Medean. She was composed and relaxed, her hands held before her.
Baron Medean strode forward toward the front of the small stage, raising his arms. The crowd milling and murmuring beyond him went silence, turning to look at their lord. As he began, Layla's attention shifted to Lady Medean. She hadn't been seen in public much since the wedding. Layla could only assume she'd been busy becoming acquainted with her new duties. As Lady of a Barony, she was responsible for her husband's household. Managing the servants, organizing dinner parties, and other such feminine responsibilities.
The Lady turned to look back at her and nodded slightly. Layla nodded back, then turned her attention back to the Baron's speech.
"-and the coming month will be difficult for many of us. We have sent messages to port cities on the mainland and to the king himself. The first ships will arrive tomorrow to take all those not fighting back to the mainland. Of-age and able men will remain behind to defend our home." Layla expected them to raise a fuss over this. Her Guilders certainly would have.
The crowd remained silent.
"Mothers and their children, young women, the infirm, and the elderly will be evacuated in that order. After the last of the infirm have boarded the final ship, the remaining ships will defend the island. The raised militia will be well-trained and equipped with everything they need to survive the coming invasion. Please, return to your homes and prepare your belongings. Take only what you need, as the ships will have little space. Clothes, valuables, and personal items. You will be provided food, water, and temporary homes on the mainland." His piece done, the Baron turned away from the crowd.
He whispered to his wife briefly, and she walked off with a guard soon after. Layla watched the crowd disperse. There was some discontent, mainly among the men forced to stay and fight. All qualifying men were intercepted by a guard as they left the square, and she knew they'd be told where to report to on the morrow for training.
Lord Medean caught her attention with a cough, and she turned to face him. "I can't thank you enough for getting this information to me. You've saved many lives. Imagine what could have been if we'd had no warning. Suddenly, completely surrounded by the Bahrain Armada. Forced to fight to the last or surrender. Well, that'll likely still be true, even with what little reinforcements the Kingdom will send us. But now we have a fighting chance, and the vulnerable are safe."
Layla nodded. "It was no trouble. The Guild may be neutral in the coming war, but that is no reason to allow the innocents we protect from monsters to die to their fellow man. I will have to take those trainers back, by the way. Your best men should be good enough now to pass on their knowledge on their own." Lord Medean grimaced but nodded.
"I'm grateful for them, though I understand why," he replied. "Can't have the common soldier knowing the Guild trained their trainers. Bahrain interrogators would jump on that as a reason to attack you as well. You're needed here, especially if we lose. The Bahrain won't understand the dungeon. In the worst case, its monsters grow overpopulated and spill out. Potentially thousands of mana-mutants, free to spread through the ocean and attack every bit of land with a coast on the Kalenic Sea. Something neither nation can afford, especially in the middle of the coming war." Layla nodded.
With little else to say, the two parted ways. Lord Medean returned to his fortified mansion, likely to coordinate and arrange the evacuation. Layla left for the Guild Hall.
"How'd it go?" Felin asked, looking up from a letter on his desk.
"Very well. Far better than I'd expected, that's for sure." Layla replied, dropping into her chair and rubbing her temples. "Recall the guilders we loaned to the Baron, asap. We need to start our own preparations."
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Comments
Undead Writer
Thanks for the chapter! Need more! Want to see this get resolved already
abowden
So they've passed Hallmark once on the way down, and again on the way up. He's probably not going to be catching up again, they will get to the core unimpeded from here. Maybe they should try and use the birds for faster transport... This isn't Mordor, Sauron doesn't control the skies with his Nazgul.
Shelbo
Fuck now I gotta wait until next week
NameGame
Thanks for the chapter. I look forward to this every week.
Riley Cox
Oh crap, right, the coming attack! Hopefully our dungeon is all up and running before then, in the mean time, screw you hallmark! May you die by the most deserving blade!
Gopard
Thanks for the chapter!
Imaginary_Variety
Hello
frogogre1
Well then I do wonder how the armada is going to handle sea monsters as well as if the core stabilize in time before the fleet arrived and if the baron or guild will negotiate with the dungeon for reinforcements.
Kevin Khieu
Please die man i fucking hate this gilder dudibejejeiejjejeiejiejehhe
rawrfish1
I KNOW I KNOW. I’m so excited for it.
inkaral
I want to reiterate: I am excited to see the Core's Leviathan, Sea Serpent, and Kraken in action! Though, I'm wondering if the Bahrain empire might have attempted to encircle the area where the island is to prevent escapees because they weren't TOO far behind... the refugee ships might have to turn back due to spotting enemy vessels on the horizon and decide against risking the blockade or something.
Joe The squatch
its all coming to a head here soon
Das Krow
Arigato
