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Rise of the Living Forge - Chapters 570-571
🕑 Added 2025-12-12 16:00:17 +0000 UTCKein moved in a blur, his broom slicing through the air in a keen hum as he darted around the street. The loud crack of shattering stone filled the air all around him as his broom struck the rocks that the Beast hurtled in his direction.
And it wasn’t enough.
Kein knew it, and the Beast knew it too. There were only so many things he could dodge at once. And, when the Beast could hurtle a dozen small rock fragments at the speed of shooting arrows, his abilities started to reach their limit.
Several bloody furrows already ached all along his body from where the rocks had managed to slip past his defenses. But Kein didn’t have the privilege of indulging that pain. Every single scrap of his attention was focused on the fight.
There was no room for anything else. The Beast wasn’t holding back anymore. Neither of them were. They moved in a blur around the alley, Kein’s desperately trying to catch up with the other man and close the distance while the Beast peppered him with shot after shot.
“Now this is what I’m talking about,” the Beast’s laughter echoed behind him as he deftly slipped around and past Kein’s strikes. He’d clearly learned his lesson about trying to take the other man in hand-to-hand combat — and it didn’t look like his ego extended far enough to risk taking another blow for no reason. “What will you do now, street sweeper? You’re not going to last much longer at this rate.”
Kein’s jaw clenched as he skipped back, striking three stones out of the air with his broom and narrowly avoiding another as it sliced past his face, narrowly failing to kill him on the spot and only leaving a sharp, stinging line of pain in its wake.
What might have been the most annoying part of the Beast’s words was the fact that the man was genuinely curious. He wasn’t trying to taunt Kein. It wasn’t even arrogance. The Beast actually, genuinely, wanted to know if Kein was strong enough to survive the fight for longer or if this was the limit of his ability.
But Kein didn’t have it in him to respond. All he could do was keep himself alive. He pushed himself to his limits, his body blurring as he converted every scrap of power he had into movement — and it still wasn’t enough.
Another rock scored across his side. His broom swept through nothing but air as the Beast slipped away from the blow once again. Tracking him was practically impossible. He was just too damn fast.
Kein couldn’t predict him either. The Beast seemed to move at random. Every step he took was disjointed from the last, every movement so sudden and abrupt that it was like trying to track the path of a fly.
“Is this all?” the Beast asked, skidding to a stop at the back of the alley as his head tilted to the side. He didn’t sound disappointed anymore. “Wow. Not bad. Not bad at all. Are you even Expert rank?”
“No,” Kein said, readying his broom before him as his thoughts spun in search of some kind of advantage. He wasn’t going to survive the next round if things stayed the same. If the Beast had been treating this as a real life-or-death fight rather than a battle to push his own limits, it would have ended already.
“Damn,” the Beast said, picking up another rock and snapping it in two. “I’m jealous. You’re going to be stronger than I am in the future. Won’t be much longer until you surpass me with an ability like this. But… why are you so fresh? Did you just become an adventurer?”
“None of your concern,” Kein said, watching the Beast warily in preparation for the other man’s next attack. He didn’t know what the point of any of these questions was, but every second he bought was one for the rest of the Menagerie to finish their preparations.
“No. That can’t be it,” the Beast said, answering his own question. “You fight too well. But not with your power. You’re good, but you’re fresh. Uncreative. And you don’t strike me as a boring fighter. Your normal moves are interesting. So that means you’re new to the power itself. Odd indeed.”
Shit. This guy is scarily smart. How can he tell so much from just a short fight? I don’t think I ever could have gotten half as good of a read on an opponent from what we’ve done. Just who is the Beast?
“Either way… you’ve got a long way to go,” the Beast said. “Far too much potential to waste. I want another good fight out of you. A real one, when you’re closer to my rank. But I think we’re out of time, now. I think I just heard a nice crunch. Sounds like your armor just splattered that idiot Mask. Well done.”
Kien’s eyes widened slightly.
Is he bluffing? No. He gets nothing from that. So his senses are that good? I haven’t heard anything at all.
“We could call it off,” Kien offered. “You can still leave.”
The Beast let out a bark of laughter. “Oh, no. I can’t. Orders are orders. That guy was disposable. You got any next of kin? People you care about that I can kill to make sure you come seek me out again?”
“What is your problem?” Kien snarled. “I think I’d hunt a madman like you just to make sure you don’t go after anyone else.”
A black-toothed grin split across the Beast’s face. “That works for me. Until the next time we meet. I’m expecting to be impressed.”
Then he vanished.
He reappeared directly in front of Kien, his leg accelerating in a black streak. Kien yanked on his powers — but the Beast’s foot didn’t touch him.
It slammed down into the ground with a brilliant crash.
The street shattered. Kein stumbled as the ground caved beneath him. Stones and thick chunks debris flew up into the air all around him. There were a dozen deafening cracks as the Beast blurred, striking a dozen different rocks toward Kien all in the same instant.
There was no time to dodge. Kien’s eyes only had an instant to go wide.
He’d been wrong.
All this time, the Beast had been holding back.
There were several loud cracks. A shadow sliced over him. Kien tensed, his teeth gritted in preparation for the rocks hurtling toward him — but nothing so much as brushed across his skin.
A thick wooden branch stretched before his face. But not just before him. It wound around his head in a protective cage, the rocks that had been headed straight for him embedded deep within it.
Both Kien and the Beast looked up as a form dropped down from the rooftop, the wood racing back toward them. Stones clattered and bounced across the ground at Olive’s feet as her cursed arm retraced back to its proper position at her side.
“Who’s this ragmuffin, Kien?” Olive asked, cracking her neck and flexing her fingers as the last of the stones fell out of her arm. “And what the hell do you think you’re doing, almost letting him beat you?”
“Another weird one,” the Beast said, his eyes lighting up as he turned from Kien toward Olive.
“Careful,” Kien barked. “He’s fast! Incredibly so!”
“Faster than most human eyes can trace,” the Beast confirmed with a wry smile. “Were you just waiting around on that rooftop to pull off a cool entrance? You couldn’t have possibly blocked that attack if you weren’t ready for it, girl.”
Olive smirked. “You’ve got me.”
She extended her hand to the side. The air rippled. Then, with a hum, a massive black hammer materialized within her grip. Oppressive waves of heat rolled off the weapon in a thick haze.
Caldera. She’s serious. Good.
The Beast’s eyes narrowed. “What is that?”
“Why don’t you come and find out?” Olive asked, raising the massive hammer. “See if you’re faster than my arm. It’s only wood, after all.”
“A tempting offer,” the Beast said. “I accept.”
The ground beneath him cracked.
He vanished.
Olive didn’t even so much as budge.
Kein didn’t waste his breath on calling out a warning. He just lunged, throwing himself toward Olive as fast as he could move. There was no doubt that she was an apt warrior in many ways — but the Beast was faster than her.
Much faster.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t the only one that the Beast was faster than. Even as Kien’s hands raised to push her out of the way, the Beast materialized right beside Olive’s cursed arm. There was no way for her to hit him. Even if she’d had the reaction time to try, he was too close to Caldera for Olive to swing the weapon properly.
But Olive didn’t even react to the Beast’s presence. She didn’t seem to have noticed the fact that he’d reappeared beside her even as his hand reached out for her throat, dirty fingernails extending to wring her out like a wet towel.
And then the Beast jerked to a stop.
He let out a choking wheeze as his legs kicked forward and his eyes bulged. It was like he’d run straight into an invisible line in the sky. Then, with a strangled gargle, the Beast was hoisted a foot up into the air.
A shimmer of pale blue passed through the air. It was a wire. A razor thin wire made of cold frost, running up to the blue wraith standing atop the roof behind the Beast.
“Another one?” the Beast wheezed, clawing at his freezing wire wound around his neck. “How many of you are there?”
“Enough,” Koyu replied, pulling the Beast another foot into the air as he tightened the wire around the ragged man’s neck.
The Beast’s lips twitched as he tried to form a word.
Then he smiled.
The Beast vanished. Koyu’s razor wire sliced down on nothing, its target suddenly free of its grip, as the Beast reappeared on the far end of the alley. Blood trickled from a vicious cut that encircled from his neck.
Kein blinked.
What? How? That—
“You aren’t just fast,” Kein muttered. “You’re literally teleporting.”
The Beast grinned. “Well done. I do occasionally have to lean on magic. It’s not my favorite tool, but it has its uses. Are there any more of you that are going to come crawling out of the woodworks?”
“Probably,” Olive replied, adjusting her grip on Caldera and beckoning the Beast forward. “I hope you aren’t too pissed. Getting ganged up on should be expected when you invade someone’s home. You lost the right to a fair fight the moment you attacked us here.”
“A fair fight? What, against everyone here? This is a start, but we’re not even close.” the Beast asked, cocking his head to the side. His lips pulled back into a sneering smile. “You’re going to need more people.”
Chapter 571
“I think three of us should be more than enough to deal with you,” Koyu said, frost twisting around the ancient lich’s body and furling out behind him like a cape. “You have an overinflated sense of your abilities.”
Kien wasn’t so sure. And judging by the amusement on the Beast’s face even in spite of the nasty wound weeping blood on his neck, he got the feeling that the ragged man wasn’t too concerned.
“Three?” the Beast asked. “No. Most certainly not. But you have more than three. Don’t forget the golem you have waiting underground. I know she’s there. Just as I knew you were both here. Just as I know that you have more members coming. I am counting them all.”
Kein’s jaw clenched. The Beast’s senses were incredible.
“Wow. This one is really humble. You think he was a saint in a past life?” Olive asked. She drummed her fingers against Caldera’s hilt. Kien could see the desire to attack burning within her, but she held her spot. “If you’re so confident in your chances, why are you just standing around there?”
“Because there are now enough of you to ensure that I cannot hold back,” the Beast replied with a black-toothed smile. “My bindings will not let me. And I would like to ensure the greatest chance for you all to provide me with a proper fight.”
“God, he’s full of it,” Olive growled. “Can we kill him now?”
“No,” Koyu said. He vanished in a puff of cold blue mist, only to reform in the alley beside Kein and Olive an instant later. His eyes narrowed as his gaze bore into the Beast. “This one is not human. Stay your hand.”
The Beast nodded. “Just not for too long. Tell your forces to hurry up. I’m going to miss my deadline, and then I’m going to have a real bad time of things. You’ve got about five more minutes of my attention. After that, I’ve got to stop playing and get to work.”
“He is dangerous,” Kien said. “We need to get—”
Koyu raised his hand. His eyes didn’t even budge from the Beast’s face. Then, even though Kein hadn’t even thought such a thing to be possible, the lich’s features grew colder.
“Revenant. You’re a revenant,” Koyu breathed. “What is a relic from the old war doing here?”
The amusement on the Beast’s features evaporated. For the first time since Kein had met the odd man, an emotion other than boredom or excitement passed through his eyes. It had come and gone within no more than an instant. But as fast as it was, there was absolutely mistaking what emotion it was.
Sadness.
Ancient, aching sadness like a wound that had wept for so long that the soul had simply accepted it to be permanent.
“You shouldn’t have said that,” the Beast said. “I don’t like being reminded of the past.”
“You are the past,” Koyu replied. “There’s no place for your kind in this world. Not anymore. Why choose to persist in this form? I cannot imagine a worse fate.”
“Not all of us have had the privilege of choice,” the Beast replied. His gaze bore into Koyu with an intensity that Kein had never quite managed to earn himself. “What are you? Nobody should recognize me. Not here, of all places.”
“The old world tends to hide itself in the places that nobody should ever go looking,” Koyu replied. “Olive, Kien. Leave. Now.”
“What?” Kien asked, his eyes widening. “But—”
“Now,” Koyu said. “You cannot win this fight. The creature before us is a Revenant. It cannot be killed. Not by you. I will deal with this myself. You will only be in my way.”
Olive and Kein exchanged a glance. This wasn’t according to plans. But Koyu’s voice really didn’t leave any room for argument. Both of them took several steps back. Then they turned on their heels, sprinting for the Mausoleum as fast as they could.
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The Beast’s stare bore into Koyu, and the weight of the world seemed to rest behind it. It was a stare that the lich had seen before — but not one he’d thought he would ever see again.
“Who are you to interfere?” the Beast asked. “If you know what I am—”
“Your search for release will not meet an end at their hands, revenant,” Koyu replied. “They are not capable of killing an abomination borne of Soulmancy. They have not seen what it takes.”
“You know too much,” the Beast said quietly. “But you are not my target. Who are you, really? How is it you recognize my nature?”
“Because you are not the only remnant of the past,” Koyu replied. Frost twisted down his fingertips, but neither he nor the Beast made any moves to attack. “Unbind yourself. Pass on. I will not offer twice.”
“If I were capable of such a thing, I would have done it already. I have searched for release for hundreds of years, but still I am denied it,” the Beast snarled. “But what revenant have you ever known to hold their own leash?”
A pang of sadness cut through Koyu’s chest.
“You still serve?”
“Do you think any of my kind would choose to exist if there were an alternative?” the Beast’s words were cut with bitter hatred. “Kill me. If you possess the power, kill me.”
“I do not,” Koyu said. “Your suffering should not exist. It never should have existed.”
“You are of no use to me. Get out of my way. What little enjoyment I may have gleaned from today is gone. There is no purpose to a battle I cannot lose.” the Beast’s shoulders slumped. All the fight had completely evaporated out of him. He just looked like a sad, old husk wearing another man’s clothes.
“I cannot do that,” Koyu said. “But I am sorry. Your creation was a grave sin.”
“Why do you apologize for something you do not control?” the Beast asked. His eyes narrowed slightly. “Just move. I will leave your friends be. For that matter — I will even wait. Finish your auction. I will kill my target when they step off of your street. The Guild no longer has a way to check on my progress until I report back to them.”
Koyu studied the Beast silently for several long seconds. This was technically all the Menagerie needed. It wasn’t their concern what happened to anyone once the auction was over and people were off their street. Sure, a death would reflect a little poorly on them, but they couldn’t be held at fault.
But if I step aside here and do not interfere… another soul will join the hell that is a revenant’s existence. Doomed to wander this world, endlessly crushed together with all the other poor beings trapped within that rotting husk.
Koyu’s jaw clenched. There had been a time when he would have stood aside. Where the problems that happened out of the domain of his street were not his concern. But there had also been a time when he had been nothing more than a lich.
And those times had been in the past.
“I cannot step aside,” Koyu said. “I am, in some way, responsible for your suffering. So I cannot allow you to greaten it. I will not allow you to draw another soul into yourself.”
“What? Responsible? ” the Beast’s gaze lifted to meet Koyu’s eyes once more. Then his eyes widened. “Lich. You’re a lich.”
“I was a lich,” Koyu replied. “No more. I am something different, now.”
The Beast stepped toward Koyu. His eyes had changed completely. There was something new burning within their dark depths — hope.
“Kill me,” the Beast said. “Unmake me. Please.”
“I cannot,” Koyu said. “I—”
The Beast’s features shifted in an instant. Fury carved across his face as he vanished, reappearing an inch away from Koyu.
“Why?” he roared. “Kill me, you coward! End what you started! If you claim to feel any remorse at all for your sins, then kill me! Free me!”
“I cannot. I am too weak.”
The Beast stared at him.
“How could a lich that has lived this long be too weak? You must be an arch—”
“I didn’t,” Koyu said simply. “My soul has resided on this street since the great war, wasting away. Only recently did new purpose find me. And I am no longer a lich. I cannot use Soulmancy. I cannot end you, no matter how badly I wish to.”
Anger and sadness twisted the Beast’s features. “Then leave. You are useless. Imagine that. A lich. Here, of all places. And yet he is the only lich who turned his back on the powers I needed. Damn you to the ends of creation for what you and your kind wrought.”
And then the Beast vanished.
Koyu didn’t try to turn and follow him.
“I can’t end you,” Koyu said. “But I know who can.”
A footstep fell behind him.
The Beast had returned.
“What?” the other man whispered. “Another lich? Two of you?”
“No,” Koyu replied. “A smith. One capable of creating a weapon that can end even one such as yourself.”
“Where?” the Beast hissed at his back. “Tell me.”
“No,” Koyu replied simply. Then he turned, finding himself face-to-face with the Beast once more. “I refuse. Not unless you leave this place. Leave — and kill nobody. You cannot draw a single other soul into yourself.”
“You know not what you ask,” the Beast growled. He drove a finger into Koyu’s chest, only for it to pass right through him. Neither of them acknowledged it. “Do you think my leash is so easily slipped?”
“No,” Koyu replied. “But I will ask that you do it anyway. There is not yet a weapon capable of ending you. But you know what weapons like that do. You know what they require. Would you really damn another soul to join you?”
The Beast’s jaw clenched. “How long? The Guild will know.”
“At least a week. Possibly more,” Koyu replied. “We both know how difficult it is to create weapons like that. Truly ending a product of Soulmancy is not a simple task.”
“Weeks?” the Beast asked. “Not years?”
“He is a fast learner.”
The Beast hesitated. His fingers loosened, then tightened at his sides as thoughts passed through the revenant’s head. “You are certain? He can end me?”
“Yes,” Koyu said. “I guarantee it.”
“The Guild will want to know why their target survived. I have never failed before. I will be punished.”
“Then come up with a reason,” Koyu said. “And you will persist. That is what revenants do best. Persist.”
“And you?” the Beast asked. “You do not do yourself any favors with this. The Guild will investigate. Do you really think they will tolerate the presence of a lich? You will become just like me.”
“We have our own quarrel with the Guild,” Koyu replied, his eyes narrowing. “Our swords are already fated to cross. We will deal with them as they come.”
The Beast’s gaze bore into Koyu for a long second.
“Do you know what the cost of hope is?” the Beast asked.
“No,” Koyu replied. “But I once did.”
“It is suffering,” the Beast said. “It is the ability to lose it. To have hope is to have something to lose. And I cannot lose any more.”
“The smith has my confidence. He is capable.”
“He had best be,” the Beast said. He took a step backward, his voice breaking. “No more than one month. I will return, lich. I have distracted myself for hundreds of years. But you have reminded me. And if you if you cannot kill me then, then I will slaughter every single member of your guild for forcing me to remember.”
And then the Beast was gone, and the street was silent once more.
The air at Koyu’s side twisted as Rodrick materialized beside him.
The two of them exchanged a quiet glance.
“What’s a revenant?” Rodrick asked.
“Dead men. Far, far too many of them,” Koyu replied with a sad shake of his head.
“I suppose you’ll tell us more when this whole business is wrapped up,” Rodrick said grimly. He glanced over his shoulder. “I can’t help but feel like he’s going to pop up again. That guy was a monster.”
“He will not,” Koyu said. “Someone like that will not risk his chance at death. That is all he seeks — and no matter how much he tries to delude himself into thinking that someone powerful enough can grant it to him in battle, he knows deep down that nobody is capable of it. Not without Soulmancy. He cannot risk his chance at true death.”
“I see,” Rodrick said slowly. “Out of curiosity, if he’d gone all out…”
“We would most certainly all be dead,” Koyu replied. “None of us currently possess a way to kill such a creature. Even me.”
“Shit,” Rodrick breathed. “And he’s just… going to come back? Well, I’m sure Arwin will figure something out. But I’m not sure what to feel about this.”
“Pity.” Koyu sent a sad look to Rodrick. “For a creature like that, you should feel nothing but pity.”
Comments
Marin Schmidt
Amazing bunch of chapters ever since the auction began!! I´m so happy that I´m reading thema as a big chunk right now! <3 Just a hint, the chapters shortly before the auction and the first auction chapters had a really unusual amount of spelling errors, I think you might need to sit down and go through them in detail. I was on my phone and sadly couldn´t really keep track well.
VoidGod Asher
Wait . Can't he be turned into a soul guardian of sorts instead of being permanently ended? I mean koyu is quite helpful as part of the menagerie. Won't the revenant be a decent addition?
Ian
FYI this chapter isn't present in the collection for Advanced Chapters Edit: whoa, great two chapters. Strong read, good flow; excellent time all around!
Sonny Trevenar
Koyu's right, from the inklings of info he's given in this chapter, I can't help but feel pity that something like the revenant exists. Hopefully he'll soon find rest at Arwin's hands.
Actus
I just double checked, the setting seems to be correct and it’s available in the 15 tier + tagged. Try refreshing Patreon maybe?
DrakkonWarrior
Anyone else no longer seeing 566-569? I've read them, which is why I don't understand why I'm not seeing those 2 entries. Last one I see before this one is 564-565
Ben Bass
TYFTC! Now that is an awesome twist! I do love the Beast as a tragic monster, a poor leashed tool used by the Adventurers Guild for their own ends regardless of what that does to the tool. I have a feeling we will be seeing Arwin forging a a Revenant slaying weapon. Now, who will wield it is also a good question!
Sitsume
Ooooo. Fascinating! Looking forward to the rest of the auction and what we learn afterwards about revenants. <3 thank you for the chapters!
thaughton2
Yeesh. He(They?) draws in the souls of those he kills and merges then into the amalgam? Soulmancy has some utterly screwed history.
Tommy
Who? The street sweeper janitor guy is Kien yes. The street ghost lich who has sunsetted and is now something else is called Koyu.
Tommy
Once again. Epic writing. Thought he was a bad guy and then started to pity the poor thing. Deserves death and i will probably cry when I read about it 😢 TFTC!
JC Silver
Wasn't his name Kien? TFTC!
Caleb Reusser
Awesome chapter.
Kai
Thank you!
