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53. The Koru'qai
🕑 Added 2025-09-10 13:00:23 +0000 UTCThis is a bit of a rougher chapter, guys! I'll be planning to come back and touch some of this up. I'm just a bit behind on writing, between work and traveling to Dragon Con a week or so ago, I'm still catching up.
I like what's happening here, so the chapter isn't going to change fundamentally, but I feel I could do better with the descriptions and try to do more showing, rather than telling. There's not a ton of dialogue or stuff, so it's a lot of how Alex is seeing the new environment, if that makes sense?
Anyway, hope you enjoy!! Really looking forward to this arc picking up more now!
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Alex looked around, marveling at the drastic change in the stone atmosphere.
Not long before, they’d descended down a plateau for the first time, following a winding path that seemed untraveled. At the bottom of the canyon, Robert led the group into a dark tunnel.
There was no light at all. The humans were forced to follow blindly along the curves of the tunnel, using their hands and the sounds of the others to guide them.
When they’d reached a steep slope, Robert had stopped them all.
“Remove your shoes,” he whispered.
Able to see the mana leaking from Robert’s team, it was clear that they were already doing so. Without asking questions, Alex removed his black boots. The fractured clones followed suit.
Only once everyone was standing in the tunnel barefoot did Robert elaborate. “There’s a rope here that I’ll hand you after the other two go up. Once you’re in the cavern overhead, don’t move unnecessarily. Get out of the way of the others coming up and stand still to wait for me. We’re getting near the mines, and there’s a chance that Kinley’s men are patrolling.”
“Got it,” Alex whispered back.
It took a bit of maneuvering, but once on the ledge, the group waited patiently while Robert moved to the front of the group. The cavern they’d entered was still pitch black, though there were lines of mana that spidered out at random points along the walls. The lines gave Alex a vague sense of how large the space was, and compared to the mana spinners’ caves, it didn’t seem all that special.
That was, until Robert began to hum.
Having heard the man humming twice before, Alex tensed; however, both Aisha and Luis stayed relaxed, which caused him to watch and wait.
He could tell the sound of it was different from before. Through his mana vision, he could see Robert’s head bobbing along with the beat, as if getting himself more and more into the melody.
Several long moments passed, and the tone seemed to reverberate through the space around them as the only sound to be heard. Alex was so engrossed in watching the older man fall further and further into the humming song that he almost didn’t notice the flickering of mana in his vision.
If his normal vision had worked at all, he may have missed it.
The humming grew deeper in tone and sounded more somber. It was at this lowest point that Robert began to stomp his feet in time with the tune. In the quiet of the underground, the stomping sounded louder than shattering glass to Alex.
He physically winced, and Warrior almost cursed aloud, but Aisha covered his mouth instantly.
Robert’s performance soon tapered off and left Alex holding his breath. The longer he’d watched, and the more he’d seen the mana react to the tones, the more certain he was that Robert was communicating with someone.
As if to prove his point, minutes later, he could hear the slap of bare feet on the stone ground a short distance away.
“Robert?” A smooth voice asked from the darkness. The pitch rose as if asking a question, but they said his name with an odd cadence that came with speaking a foreign language.
“It’s me,” he said in a calm, neutral tone, no longer bothering to whisper.
“Why have you returned?”
“For you. For the others.”
“No, no, no. You should not have returned.”
A figure’s mana signature came into view. The faint outline of a small human was visible through his left eye. The pulsing brown and blue mana was difficult to make out, naturally melding with that of the surroundings.
“But we have. Nothing to do about it now.”
“We?” the voice asked.
Aisha and Luis both gave short, even-toned hums.
“Droq’shan will not be pleased.”
“I know,” Robert said, though Alex could hear the smile in his voice.
“Follow,” said the voice.
“Stay close,” Aisha whispered as she followed Robert forward.
Alex instructed his clones to both allow a small amount of mana to emit from themselves without thinning it. With that, it was much easier to see the group and know where everyone was, allowing him to follow across the cavern to where the voice had come from.
Once they were in the far tunnel, Robert said, “There’s a rope overhead. Grab it and follow. It will guide us most of the way back. Before we enter the city, Shael’quir will help us get past the guards and get more fitting clothes for the three of you.”
“Clothes?” Mage asked.
“You three are dressed like normal people, not slaves,” Aisha answered.
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Just stay close for now. Alex, if you have a cloak, you should wear it. Your scar and eye will likely draw attention. The guards don’t know every slave here by name, but that would make you stand out for sure.”
Alex thought for a second. “I have some magic that can change my appearance. Would that work?”
“Yes, as long as you can hide it. There are no mages here, but some do have skills to see mana.”
“Shouldn’t be a problem.” Alex removed the mask that Lin had helped him make and pulled it across his face. The magic was stable and fit in a way that the illusion covering his left eye wasn’t as dense as that over his nose or cheeks.
It made the mask less annoying to wear compared to the shoddy one he’d originally made while on the run in the Celestial Rift. It no longer felt like someone was shining a flashlight directly in his eye; instead, it looked like there was a thin film of blue across his vision.
Better than before, that’s for sure. When we get to some light, I need you guys to make sure the illusion sits well on my face and that it reacts well with my facial expressions.
“Oh shit… what if these people just live in the dark like this?” Warrior sent in response.
That gave him pause, but he quickly dismissed the fact.
I feel like Robert and his team would be acting very different if that were the case. Maybe this is just a hidden entrance or something.
He continued to follow the party, watching what he could of the small figure leading the group. Three times, they doubled back and moved up a steep incline. Thinking of the plateau that they’d come down before entering the tunnels, he wondered if they were in the middle of one as they wove through the widening space.
Before long, they’d exited the confined space of the tunnels and entered into a more open space where they saw their first bit of warm light. It was because of that distant light that Alex could appreciate the sheer size of the cavern that they’d entered.
“Keep low and do your best to stay quiet,” Robert whispered over his shoulder.
“The evening’s ticket will start soon. Unlikely the Deafened will present.” Shael’quir said, the hum in her voice deeper than it had been before.
They continued to wind through the cavern, skirting along the outer rim of a drop that disappeared further into the open middle. It wasn’t until they were almost on the opposite side and fifty meters higher than where they’d entered that they crossed the first light on the wall.
It was clear, even through the obscured vision of his eye, that it was magical. The light was a steady source of light, more akin to a modern light than a flickering torch. It was partially hooded, allowing for the majority of the light to shine on the ground and avoid blinding the eyes of those who passed.
Several of the nearby alcoves showed signs of frequent work, and it was then that he realized they were deep within a mine. Some abandoned equipment was scattered within an alcove, and several hanging pulleys came into view as they continued up.
Once they covered another thirty meters and rounded a bend into the side of the cavern, away from the gap, Alex caught his first real glimpse of their guide.
The Koru’qai looked drastically different from the forest variants they’d seen before. They were shorter, closer to normal human height, with no hair that he could see. Their shoulders were hunched with what looked to be no neck at all.
It was from here that they could begin to hear sounds and see signs of more life in the area. Alex tensed at the sounds of active work, and the plink of metal on stone echoed around them.
His eyes darted around, unable to pinpoint how far or in what direction the sounds were coming from. Luis must have noticed his change in demeanor, because he simply said, “Calm.”
Alerted to the situation, Aisha looked at him. “They are far away. Probably four branches deep if I had to guess. Shael’quir will guide us better than even we could get through here.”
Robert made a clicking sound that had both Aisha and Luis paying close attention and returning to silence.
Alex looked to his left and right as the entire atmosphere started to change. A crude tunnel with an uneven floor slowly transformed into a more uniform four-walled tunnel. The bulb-like lights changed to flickering torches that he was more used to, providing more light.
He squinted against it before noticing another Koru’qai waiting for them on the side of the tunnel. Seeing another of the race, Alex noticed more differences between these ‘under-kin’ and those in the jungle.
Both of them were light, earthy tones, with small patches that looked like boulders near joints or dense muscles. Their skull shape was similar to the others, though their eyes were further apart and larger.
The thing that stood out to him the most, however, was their lack of ears or hair.
“Holy shit. They look like deadlier versions of those Gorons from that video game, remember?” Mage said, obviously sharing the same memory.
The name sparked something in Alex’s mind, and he remembered one of his brother’s favorite games. He’d played it on their earliest console before Jake thought he was too cool for such hobbies. The old sort, where blowing into the bottom of the game had a high chance to actually fix what was wrong with it.
The similarity between the Koru'qai and the fantasy video game race was startling. Alex observed as the two interacted, exchanging clipped, multisyllable words. Despite their bulky appearance, they moved with a smooth grace that seemed at odds with their size, their bodies more lean than he had initially thought.
“Hmmm, put these over yourselves.” The new Koru’qai said, handing a sack over to Robert. Its voice was significantly deeper than the first’s.
Robert thumped his fist against his chest in response, earning another low hum from the creature. He then pulled out tattered cloaks and passed them around to each of the six.
Alex removed his hat, holding it in his hand as he pulled the cloth over his shoulders. He noted several holes and tears in the fabric. It was baggy enough to cover his size and head with ease, effectively concealing each of their identities.
Just a bit further up the sloping tunnel, they stopped again and were told to wait. Within minutes, the larger Koru’qai returned and handed them each a pickaxe. Alex gripped the smooth, well-worn wood and couldn’t ignore the blood stains he saw along its handle.
His heart rate began to pick up as he looked at the backs of Robert’s team.
“Mmm, we move. Face down. Dorq’shan will speak,” the first Koru’qai, Shael’quir, said.
He clenched his jaw as the corridor, now smooth and chiseled as if a modern building, came to an intersection, and he saw three men standing and talking idly.
Two leaned against the wall and spoke casually with the third. All of them wore black clothes trimmed in a deep red supplemented with the odd leather piece of armor.
Weapons hung from each of their belts, and if that weren’t definitive enough, the look that they gave the group as they approached was all the introduction Alex needed.
“Fuck! Perfect timing, egg-head! Come here, show Timmy one of your songs.” The furthest guard was a handsome man with brown hair and an excited look on his face. He waved eagerly to Droq’shan. It wasn’t until he looked past him at the group of miners that he turned a questioning gaze on them. “What are you doing down here, egg-head? You guys don’t want to go watch the fight?”
“Hmm, we are going there now, Overseer. These few were short on their quota and had to finish.”
Alex saw something glint in the man’s eyes at the deference shown and noted how the other two subtly positioned themselves to his side or behind him. The younger of the trio looked uncomfortable and had a flush in his face.
“All right, all right. Sing Timmy one of your tunes and make it good enough to rattle to hall a bit. Then you can get these ones up to the bout.”
There wasn’t a verbal response that Alex could understand, only something whispered. The hushed tone transformed into a humming whistle that rose in pitch before cutting off abruptly, replaced by a deep hum.
Instantly, Alex could tell there was magic at play as the ambient energy in the air around them stirred.
The younger man, Timmy, took a step back and looked up and at the top of the corridor. The lead man just smiled wider and clapped him on the back. “Ha! Yes,” he said, raising his voice as the song grew louder.
Alex found himself entranced. There was something familiar about the tune and the beat. It felt grounded, solid, unshakable. So firm and confident in its perseverance that not even the ground they stood on stood a chance of falling out from under them.
He looked up at the ceiling as it shook, before quickly looking down and tugging the makeshift hood further over his face.
“Okay, enough!”
The tune continued, and the shaking in the tunnel grew stronger. Even with the tint of blue over his left eye, Alex could see the building of mana like he’d only seen a few times before.
“I said enough!” Spittle flew from the Overseer’s mouth as he took a half step forward and placed his hand on his weapon.
Timmy looked pale and had taken another step back while looking for an exit, unsure of which direction would be safe.
Droq’shan brought the melody to a close, naturally making it seem as if that was where it was meant to end all along. It didn’t feel rushed or cut off at the man’s outburst.
“You think that’s funny, egg?” He took another step forward and drew his blade. In a swift movement, clearly performed in the past, he struck out with the pommel of the sword. The Koru’qai made no effort to move and took a blow to the side of the head.
While he hunched, and a bit of red blood trickled from the front of his face, Alex could see no attempt to move or retaliate from the powerful creature.
He clenched his fist and debated scanning the group gathered, including the Koru’qai, but decided against it. There was no way to know what skills or items Kinley’s men had, and if the other Koru’qai in the forest were any indication, then these would also be within E Rank, even if it seemed like they were powerful.
“Ah, hey. James, we should probably let this one go. He did like ya asked, and you got in a lick. Let’s let ‘em get to the ticket before anything else happens.” The second man spoke up for the first time, seeming like the voice of reason as he gave the leader a pointed look.
“Tsch. Yeah, okay. Get outta here. Don’t get a big head, Droq. I don’t care what your position is. Push some shit like that again, and I’ll get you set up to see the Medicus. Got it?”
“Hmmm, yes. I understand much,” Droq’shan said.
It wasn’t until the trio walked away and Alex turned back to head in their original direction that he noticed how tense Robert was. The man stood straight like a board, Aisha’s hand leaving his arm.
“Come. Move now,” Shael’quir said as the other moved past and led the group once more.
They took two more turns and walked down a long hallway with several branching doors. At the end of the hall were two wooden doors, pushed open to reveal an expansive open space beyond.
“Holy shit,” Warrior said.
“Fuck me,” Mage said.
“Fuuuuuck,” Alex said, unable to keep his jaw from hanging open. Even with the cloth pulled over his head, providing shade, he still had to raise his hand against the drastic change in light. Walking from the hall, they emerged onto a platform that wrapped to their left and right.
The area beyond couldn’t be described any other way than a mind-bogglingly large bowl. There was no roof; the widest part of the space was open to the sky overhead, leaving very little shade in the area within.
The space was white, with specs of black that peppered the side, giving it a natural look that didn’t match what he was seeing closer up.
On either side, there were stairs and platforms creating a tiers system that lent to the gradual curve at the base of the bowl. The walls overhead were spotted with smaller sets of stairs and platforms.
At a certain height, he saw wooden huts built onto the side of the wall, leading into deeper alcoves or tunnels beyond.
“A city?”
“So huge,” Mage agreed.
There were clusters of humans in the area, but there were hundreds of the Koru’qai, and Alex immediately found himself wanting to ask questions.
He was interrupted by the deep rumble of their guide ushering them on. They were taken to the right and then descended around their entry platform toward the bottom of the “bowl” as he’d begun to think of it.
With the balcony of the platform no longer blocking their vision, Alex saw it for the first time.
An arena nearly the size of a football field was at the very bottom, built of mana-imbued stone, depressed into the ground a dozen meters. There were bleachers or seats surrounding it, with people standing, cheering, and chanting.
From their current distance, it was hard for him to tell what exactly was happening in the arena, but it was certain that a single humanoid stood against at least three canine-like monsters, working as a pack to encircle them.
They made their way down the many platforms, weaving through the Koru'qai. Navigating the foreign space proved difficult as Alex found it hard to tear his eyes away from a single, elaborate alcove that stood off to the side of the arena. An exceptionally large platform with only a few rows of stands beneath it and a half dozen people seated in oversized chairs in its shade.
He didn’t even need to ask, as Robert nearly spat the name from his mouth.
“Kinley.”
Comments
OverXelous
Thanks so much for saying so! Glad you're enjoying the story!
Frank Bob
This humming magic is interesting it seems like the perfect base for Sarah to develop her own magic should be an excellent opportunity for her Loving the story keep up the great work😁
