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Chapter 110 - Perfection Through Destruction
🕑 Added 2025-05-25 14:00:09 +0000 UTCWith Calbern at the helm we roared over the ridgetops, the morning sun not yet poking its head over the horizon as I took the opportunity to gaze out over the eastern stretch of Cape Aeternia. Inertia had finally figured out how to add enough suspension and padding that it wasn't uncomfortable. Even then, Neta could've probably made it better, but I'd convinced her, barely, to stay behind in the enchanting workshop. Didn't want her getting left out in the open when we entered the trial. Still preferred flying, but Calbern had asked me to ride with him so we could stop to make a few fixes along the way. More like a few dozen, as it turned out.
Still, the eastern stretches certainly felt less developed than the western part of my domain. Even before the work with the greenhouses, there had been ruins and scattered roads all over the western section. While there was an occasional ruined structure, mostly the eastern area was scrubland.
It took us almost three hours from the time we'd set out to reach Conflict's new bunker. The being had been true to its word and hadn't sent a single drone out to collect anything from the surface, not even the busted up rollerbugs. But I hadn't said anything about new construction, and it had clearly noted that omission.
The new bunker was more sophisticated than the old, with several towers on top that looked like a mish-mash of rollerbug parts worked into budget-sized Eiffel towers. Several flickering red eyes atop those towers shifted to follow us on our approach.
As Fang rolled to a stop outside the front, a grinding sound rumbled from within. The door split open, pushing the soil and earth in front of it back.
“It would appear we are being invited inside,” Calbern noted from up front, sending a burst of steam shooting out the back as he disengaged the drive.
“It would seem so,” I agreed. “Would be rude of us to turn him down.”
“That it would, master Perth. Quite rude,” Calbern said, a slight excitement in his tone as he idled Fang closer, waiting for the doors to open.
After nearly two minutes of grinding and rumbling, the pair of doors finally stood open, waiting. “Definitely built them for us. That they’re just large enough to let Fang roll through easily is too convenient otherwise.”
“It was to be expected that Conflict would prepare for our return,” Calbern noted, starting down the ramp. “Though it is disappointing that he has chosen to forgo the pleasantries.”
“Maybe he doesn’t feel like losing a bunch of rollerbugs,” I said with a shrug.
“Rollerbugs?” Calbern asked, shifting to twist and look at me.
“His… you know, the things that come out and… they look like bugs, and they roll,” I said, grumbling.
“That they do,” he replied, inclining his head in my direction.
My gaze shifted away from him, and back to the entrance as we rolled through the door. It didn't surprise me that it'd been keeping a watch on the surrounding area. Honestly, Conflict seemed to have a lot more leeway than Keeper did. He was certainly more proactive.
Taking Fang down the ramp wasn't particularly challenging. The tunnel had been expanded since the last time we were there. Even if I’d been the one attempting to coax Fang down, I’d have only bumped into one or two walls.
Soon we rolled up outside the giant doors leading into the assembly area. There was a new tunnel there, with a ramp leading even further into the depths. Rollerbugs were moving up and down, moving directly through the open doors, carrying loads of all sorts of rock and minerals.
Yeah. Definitely more proactive.
The rollerbugs didn't ignore us, exactly, since one of them slowed to a stop and allowed Calbern to drive Fang into line, but that was their sole reaction to our presence. After what Conflict had said last time, I'd almost thought he'd make us fight our way to him every time we visited.
"Fire and Forge, I had feared your mettle had been miscast," the booming voice said as Fang drew up just in front of the stairs. Conflict wasn't sitting atop the pillar where his throne had been last time. Instead, he was standing to the side, over the remains of a machine I didn't recognize. He was holding up an enchanted slab of steel, turning it over in his hand, as if studying it. Then he threw it to the side, turning to face us. “It is always a shame, when a machine that held such promise must be reforged.”
“What… was wrong with it?” I couldn’t help but ask, glancing at the pile of debris. Other than the obvious marks from where the spinning blades had ripped into it, there wasn’t a sign of why he was inspecting it.
“It was an aberrant. It was two percent faster than its model was projected to be,” Conflict said, taking a single thunderous step towards us. “So, it had to be disassembled.” It emphasized the word disassembled with a whir of the gears on the end of its chains.
After the ringing in my ears stopped, I tilted my head back to look up into its glowing orange eyes. “Isn’t that a good thing? Why’d you scrap it?”
“To understand,” Conflict said, leaning forward. “In its destruction lies the path to perfection.” Then Conflict straightened out, its eyes dimming slightly. “So, have you come to face the Fires? Or have you decided to allow me end your suffering, to discover what makes you aberrant?" Conflict asked, taking another step towards us as his chains and gears stretched out around him, buzzing and rattling in the air.
"We're here to face the Fires," I replied, doing my best not to think of how quickly those gears could chew through me. I'd seen the old man nearly lose a finger to an old transmission he'd been working on once, and it hadn't even been connected to anything. He'd been pulling on the wrench, his other hand wrapped around the gear to hold it in place, and he'd slipped, causing it to cut into him. Had gotten the finger sewn back together, and other than being a bit shorter, he'd barely noticed.
Still, the image of his finger hanging by just a shred of skin had stuck with me. I’d always been careful around naked gears after that.
"Excellent," Conflict said, waving an entire set of chain and gear limbs in a come this way motion. "The first Fire is the same for all who step on this path, though your future shall be shaped by your choices within."
"It's… not just a set of trials?" I asked. I'd read the books Keeper had given me, and most of their trials had been similar. Forge or build an item, then use it against an opponent. Sometimes they'd get horribly maimed, but afterwards, they were healed. From what I'd read, the only way to actually fail the trial was to give up.
Obviously, that hadn't been enough to dissuade either me or Calbern, especially since we'd be guaranteed a Favor each. The value of which could vary greatly, depending on what we asked for.
Still, nothing had hinted at there being unique paths, not in any of the stuff Keeper had given me. And the one guy would’ve mentioned that for sure. Probably would’ve complained about it too.
"Once, I was limited in what I could offer. Simple challenges that barely tested the unrefined," Conflict said, his footsteps ringing like steel striking steel as he descended the stairs leading us downward. His neck slid to the side, turning to look directly at me even as his feet found perfect purchase. "But a forge unkindled, is a forge wasted. Long have I been waiting my next unrefined one. And in that time, I have refined my offerings. I do look forward to seeing the paths you will forge."
"Glad to help," I said as Conflict reached the bottom, stepping to the side and gesturing to a door directly ahead of us. On the left side of the door, carved in sharp metallic relief, was the image of a woman using a forge, sweat dripping down her face. On the right, the same woman stood, holding a roughly shaped longsword in her hand as she faced down a machine roughly her size. I'd read about them in the books Keeper had given us, and even seen a couple sketches, but this was the first time I'd realized how… demon-like, the Fire-children were.
It wasn't too different from Keeper or Conflict, with the long sinuous neck, sharp teeth, and wicked claws on either hand. Instead of their four legs though, this thing only had two. It didn't have horns either.
Still, the shape of its head, and the fire that glowed in its eyes… yeah, definitely made in their image.
I wasn't looking forward to swinging around some heavy chunk of metal, trying to bash that thing over the head. But… if what I'd been reading was correct, these weren't just trials to get better at crafting and combat. Not that I couldn't use them for that. I absolutely could.
After reading the books Keeper had given me, I'd gone back to ask it about that detail directly, just because it'd seemed so… unlikely. Successfully completing these trials wasn't metaphorically improving our mettle. It was literally reforging our minds. Keeper hadn't been able to explain what that had meant. Not exactly. But it had said it was a necessary step on the path of true Ascension.
My eyes shifted to the side, taking in the other doors. Each of them had similar motifs, thought I noted that the person standing in each was different. The being on the opposite door was always different too, though it always looked vaguely like a devil.
"Don't suppose you could tell us what this is going to do to us?" I asked.
Every one of the people in the books Keeper had given me had asked a version of the same question, and every one of them received the same answer Keeper gave me. "It will forge you anew, bringing you one step closer to perfection."
"Right," I said, looking over at Calbern. He inclined his head at me. "Let's get it started."
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Munirah Hutchinson
Is it like, hyper establishing neural connections?
