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Chapter 314 - Last Stands (Part 1)
🕑 Added 2025-03-27 04:04:33 +0000 UTCA/N: Hi, hope you're all doing well. Sorry if I'm a bit late. This was probably one of the hardest chapters of book 4, though I enjoyed writing it quite a bit, even the sad parts.
I wanted to fit both Kea's and Kai's POV, but when Kea's reached over 2k and then continued to 3.15k, and well... I decided to split them in part 1 and 2 :). I didn't want to delay showing you for too long.
Orange Tier: Hey everyone! Unfortunately, I’ll have to skip Monday's chapter. I went to the dentist and apparently I am too wise, so they have decided to extract a tooth from me on Monday. I’m not looking forward to that :'(
I don’t want to disappoint, but I don't think I'll be in any shape to be writing.
See you next Friday!
Kea gripped her dagger and retreated on the mossy ground. Her figure Camouflaged with the shadows of the cavern. She couldn’t hide from the gazes already on her, but it made her movements harder to track.
“You should have just surrendered if you were going to run.” Caeli swung her rapier in a taunting arc. “You always act without thinking, then let others fix your messes. No one is going to help you now. Even that nosy kid is being dealt with.”
Liar.
The seas would dry before the likes of them captured Kai.
“Can’t we talk about this?” Derrell said, scrambling backwards. “Violence isn’t the answer!”
“What’s this?” Caeli sneered at the man, studying the grouped escapees. “Are you going to confront us with this band of beggars?”
“At least I don’t talk big and hide behind others.” Kea glared at the cultists and prayed Flynn managed to organize a resistance—she couldn't spare the attention to check with Mana Sense. “You could never beat me alone.”
“Ugh! Spare me your pathetic provocations,” Caeli muttered through gritted teeth. “I had to hide my skills when I sparred with you.”
“Sure…” Kea laughed mirthlessly. “You were always good with excuses, too.”
Caeli pressed her mouth shut. “You— I tried to give you an easy way out. These deaths are on you!”
Always excuses.
Kea smirked at the small victory. Hunter’s Talent and Wild Strength heightened her reaction and agility, though she felt awfully underequipped.
Four masked cultists flanked Caeli. Jagged runes gleamed darkly on the blades of their weapons. Most worrying was the woman wielding a wooden staff with an onyx focus crystal.
A damned caster.
Hopefully, she was only a half-mage, but she never had Kai’s luck.
The cultists advanced without hurry, closing them against the rock wall. It'd be a massacre if they charged, though their methodical approach was perhaps more worrying.
There are no openings.
“What are you waiting for?” Kea channeled Sharpen into her daggers. They were losing the initiative, and she couldn’t find a way to respond that wasn’t suicidal.
The single upside was that Caeden hadn’t moved from his spot, staring at her with a sad gaze that filled her with fury.
What an asshole! At least he’s too far to intervene now.
Panicked shouts sounded at her back. The prisoners scampered toward the craggy tunnel in the cavern wall. The tight passage could only allow one person through, and more cultists likely lay in wait.
Running back is pointless.
The only salvation was through Caeli and her cronies.
“Now!” Flynn shouted.
Dozens of rocks flew. Some whizzed dangerously close to her head, aimed at the cultists.
Flicking her staff as if to swat a bug, the caster conjured a shield of inky water to intercept the projectiles while the three melee cultists dashed forward.
A spear lunged at Kea’s heart, Danger Sense blaring in her head. She twisted and raised her dagger to deflect. The strength of the blow almost threw the weapon out of her hand.
Damn—
Two dark swords joined the spear. Blades slashed at the escapees who joined the fight. Rocks clashed against enchanted steel, eleven men, women, and… Niel?
What’s he doing?
Pale-faced, Niel held a knife with both hands as if that was the only thing keeping him standing. Thank the spirits, he stood a little behind the others.
Kea could just spare him a thought. Screams and death swept the cavern. The spearman looked for easier targets while a sword flashed at her neck.
Cursed gods.
Skills flared with the brightness found only between life and death. Thoughts quickened, senses sharpened and muscles brimmed with power—all joined to survive an overwhelming foe.
Too close to dodge, Kea arched her body and raised her daggers to parry.
The strength of the blow was too strong to shoulder and threw her back. She barely kept her feet, arms numb with pain.
Did I break a bone?
Death danced too close to dally on such details. The masked swordsman attacked with effortless momentum, blade angled at her chest.
Kea bent beneath the sword, pushing the edge of her speed and flexibility. The swing brushed her hair but missed the scalp.
“Die!” A man in ragged clothing charged the cultist from her right, a boulder half his height in his hands and muscles glowing with mana.
Kea grasped the chance to balance her stance and scuttle back.
The swordsman held his ground. A wispy Darkness coated his blade from the hilt. Eyes lit with cold amusement, he drew a lazy arc. The charge fell short. With a squelch, the prisoner’s severed body slumped to the ground, crushed beneath the two halves of the boulder.
A yellow adventurer. Dead just like that.
He’s playing with us.
Kea spat blood on the ground, wishing anger could grant her power—five meters packed with terrified people stood between her and the cavern wall. A rock whizzed past her ear. More stones flew overhead, bouncing like pebbles on the curtain of inky water.
Justice and courage didn’t triumph like in the ballads; they bent beneath the tyranny of cruel realities. This was a desperate, ugly fight without a chance of victory.
We were so close…
Blood and bodies pooled among luminescent moss, feeding the ground with their hopes of freedom. The faceless swordsman walked around the adventurer’s innards as if worried about dirtying the soles of his boots.
The people she vowed to save were dying.
Kea wanted to scream, but found her throat dry. She was powerless. No amount of grit and sweat could bridge the gap between grades.
“Rabble never listens to reason,” Caeli observed the massacre with a smile and cut down a bleeding woman who slipped past the vanguard. “If you want to be spared, get on your knees and beg.”
That traitorous bitch wouldn’t even engage on the frontline.
Kea adjusted the sweaty grip on her daggers. “Why…?” Her murmur was too quiet to be heard above the screams of the dying.
Why are you doing this? Did the time spent together mean nothing? How—
The realization finally hit her. Caeli, the fiery and righteous adventurer, the person she’d thought was a friend, had never existed. It was a fiction, an act from start to finish. And still, Kea mourned her loss.
I must do something.
The masked swordsman advanced unhurried, blade raised to reap lives.
I can't keep retreating.
In the tunnels at her back waited a slow death, on the battlefield before her a quick one. Either way ended in death.
Back at home, Moui always reprimanded her for fighting as if she were immortal—an odd, unintentional compliment. Kea was proud to be fearless where most faltered, but she didn’t want to die.
Facing the black swordsman with her puny daggers, she wavered for the first time in her life.
Of course, it wasn’t fear. Or recklessness—leave that to her little brother. She simply had too much left to do. She had seen but a corner of the mainland, and had yet to achieve most of her goals.
Spirits help me, I don’t want to die.
The prayers faded in the ether, the cultist ever closer.
I’ll die on my feet.
“Come at me, bastard!” Kea shouted, raising her daggers, skills blazing without regard for the backlash.
If this were her end, she’d meet the ancestors standing proud—the people of the archipelago didn’t kneel.
“So eager to die.” The mirth in the cultist’s gaze turned to irritation. Darkness coated the sword as his arm pulled back to strike. “Suit your—”
The cavern groaned and shook as if an ancient monster had awakened. A shadow—a massive boulder—flew overhead.
The swordsman ducked with a cry despite not being the target.
Wind whipped her hair and neck. Kea crouched to steady herself, thoughts frozen, mouth gaping.
Further up the cavern, every drop of inky water rushed to the masked caster. With a thunderous splash, the boulder crashed into the inky cocoon, spraying acid water and pebbles across the cavern.
Kea woke from her stupor when an acid droplet burned her nose. She hastily wiped her face.
Glancing back, she noticed a massive hollow where the cavern wall had been flat. Beneath it, a figure fell to the ground.
Mari?
Rock Throw was one of her profession skills—usually flinging a fist-sized stone. That sneaky girl must have specialized it, and dumped her whole mana pool into the wall.
Why did no one notice the channeling? Did Flynn hide her with a Shadow spell?
They had theorized potential combinations a lazy afternoon weeks ago, though—
A flash and rumbling crackle jolted her brain back to the ongoing battle.
Embarrassed by her amateur mistake, Kea turned to the fading light. Escapees and cultists shielded their eyes, stalling the fighting—her distraction had saved her from being blinded.
Behind the frontline, the masked caster stood amidst the broken pieces of the boulder. Inky water pooled in the crater of destruction, lightning crackled over its surface, and steam rose from her clothes. The woman held onto the burnt husk of her staff, the crystal focus missing, though her black garb and featureless mask hid her exact condition.
Out of nowhere, a dagger stuck deep into her eye socket. Her body splashed into the pool, eliminating any doubts about her state.
The cultist—a fully fledged yellow mage—was dead.
Banishing her hesitation, Kea dashed at the faceless swordsman while he still crouched on one knee and squinted to recover his eyesight.
Let’s make them two.
With thumping strides, two adventurers sprinted past her, daggers aimed at the same goal—probably another part of Flynn’s plan.
“Fucking rats!” The cultist rose to his feet with a soaring swing.
The men came at him from opposite sides, blades clanking in a blur of skills.
Kea struck low at the legs and stomach, wherever she could hit. A slash swatted the dagger out of her right hand. She committed her weight to her left, stabbing at his crotch.
Up close, the sword's longer range turned to a hindrance. She wouldn’t get another chance to strike—she had to hit regardless of the price.
Got you.
As she tasted blood on her lips, darkness engulfed her vision. The foreign essence attempted to devour her, obscuring Mana Sense.
No!
Kea shoved more mana into her skills, barreling through the strain and limits. Her dagger pressed forward. The soft resistance of flesh on her blade was unmistakable, though too weak for a full hit.
Sight returned as Darkness retreated. The masked swordsman limped back, hissing in pain. Blood poured from the long gash on his thigh—a serious but nonlethal wound.
Dammit!
Kea pressed the assault when she realized she was alone. The blade of her dagger shattered to parry a strike that cut her leg—a blow of spit.
She dodged backwards to survive. Beside her, a head rolled to the ground with a dull thud, soon joined by the headless owner. The surviving adventurer slumped to his knees, screaming and holding the stump that was once his hand.
Spirits have mercy.
The swordsman grinned at her faltering approach, blood fizzling on the pitch black blade.
Three against one, they just managed to wound him and lost two people. Alone and injured, Kea wasn’t arrogant enough to wonder.
No help was coming.
Flynn fought the masked spearman across the cavern, while the second swordsman finished off the last dregs of the resistance. The other prisoners either begged on their knees or had escaped through the tunnels.
I can bring him down with—
“You!” Caeli’s shout halted her plans. The girl strode forward, bleeding from the temple and waving her rapier in rage. “This! It’s all your fault! Do you know how long it takes to train a caster? You just had to listen! Moria was worth a hundred of you! Why…”
Indifferent to her sorrows, Kea tuned them out and raised the broken dagger. It still had a few good centimeters of steel and a jagged edge, enough to slash a throat. With her leg bleeding, she’d have to wage everything on a single strike.
“Caeli! Please stop!” A male voice spoke up. After observing the entire battle in morose silence, Caeden finally moved. “Enough people died. You won’t gain anything from killing her.”
“Oh, shut up!” Caeli glowered without turning. “Don’t think I’ll let this slide. This is also your fault!”
“Wait a second!” He quickened his pace. “I’ll do whatever you want, just—”
“I won’t let you sweet-talk me this time. Everything went wrong starting with her! You should have gotten rid of her, instead of—” Caeli bit her lip and brandished the rapier in preparation. “She has to pay.”
“Caeli—” Caeden closed his mouth at his sister’s indifference, his pleading blue eyes turning to Kea.
He doesn’t know when to drop the act.
Kea almost expected to hear some nonsense about running, but he just watched her silently—perhaps he knew she wouldn’t budge.
Too late for apologies.
Her last wisps of mana rushed through her veins. She stumbled back, feigning weakness. When hunting, it was all a matter of timing: one Dash to slip past Caeli’s guard and one slash to finish her off.
I never lost to you.
“It’s over.” Caeli hissed as she reached striking range, the rapier angled for the opening jab she always used.
Almost there.
The first strike narrowly missed Kea’s shoulder. Mana rushed to boost her agility. She was about to spring at her foe when a pair of broad shoulders stepped between them.
Even thinner and paler, she recognized Niel’s back as he tackled Caeli to the ground. He shouldn’t be here, yet he was. The tall fool always took care of others before himself.
Kea dove to pull him back. He and Caeli were already embroiled in a tangle of limbs and blades. Fear and panic gripped her.
Spirits, no…
Her hands slipped—she couldn’t say if on sweat or blood. She desperately clawed at his shirt, arms and cloth tearing, and managed to drag him off.
Beneath him, Caeli's lifeless eyes stared blankly. Her face contorted in a grimace with a dagger through the heart.
Kea felt no joy or relief, entirely focused on Niel.
No, no, no… please… we saved you…
The rapier had pierced him below his sternum, a jagged wound through the webs of runes carved on his skin. Warm blood pooled on the floor of the cavern, too much for a man already weakened.
“Why…” Kea vainly tried to staunch the bleeding.
“It’s… alright…” Niel said with a rattling breath, his expression almost relieved. “I… was already… dead… you must… run…”
His hand struggled to rise and fell before reaching her. His gaze dimmed.
No, no… please… not again…
She hunched over Niel’s body like a limp marionette. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, her rage and determination gone with them. Her vision blurred. She knew she should move—the cultists wouldn’t stop to let her mourn—but her knees refused to budge.
Run…
That was Niel’s last word. Again, for the sake of someone else.
Always a fool…
She wished to lie there for the rest of eternity. A silver gleam flashed in the periphery of her vision where Flynn was fighting. People screamed, and a disdainful mrow echoed.
Is that a grumpy cat? I must be going crazy…
Still, Flynn and Mari were alive. One of them had to survive.
It can’t all be for nothing.
Like Niel helped her, other people needed her help. Kea reached for her remaining specks of will. Lifting her head seemed harder than crossing the sea, yet she did.
I must—
A shadow loomed over her. Caeden stared at his sister’s corpse with an ashen face. His eyes reddened and glassy, his hand tightened around the hilt of his sword, knuckles pale.
It’s over.
She never lost a sparring against Caeli, and she never won one against Caeden. In her current state, she couldn’t evade a single attack, much less escape.
“What did you do?” The faceless swordsman limped closer, clearly enraged. And as if Fate were mocking her, a second cultist also moved in their direction.
Kea couldn’t see the masked spearman anywhere. Did Flynn manage to win? She recalled the odd silver flash but hadn’t seen what happened.
Maybe he can survive…
Rubbing her hands on a patch of moss to remove Niel’s blood, Kea forced herself to stand. She had lost the broken dagger at some point and let her arms fall at her sides.
I’m ready.
Caeden remained beside his sister, his hand hadn’t moved from his sword.
The injured swordsman wasn’t bothered by such emotions and raised his pitch black blade to finish her.
It was a dark blur of arms and steel.
A sword clanked on the ground, followed by the cultist’s head. His mask slipped off to reveal the shocked face of a middle-aged man.
Kea touched her neck to confirm there was no injury. What she saw made no sense.
“Cursed Moons!” Caeden sighed heavily. His drawn longsword was covered in blood. “What a mess.”
He spun and sprang to the last cultist, almost too quick to follow. His blade gleamed in a dark arc that seemed to double its length.
“What—” Caught unprepared, the man awkwardly parried. Soon, another head joined the bloodbath on the cavern floor.
Kea just blinked. Five cultists were dead. Nothing made sense, but the pain in her leg proved she wasn’t dreaming.
“Why?” She wasn’t sure if she spoke or just thought the question, though Caeden turned towards her.
“Just go. Please.” He pointed to the passage where the cultists came from without meeting her gaze. “If you follow that tunnel, you’ll reach outside. Run till you see a road and look for the Republic. They should be close.”
Kea chewed her lip and started to turn away. She should probably take her miracle and go, but she had too many questions. “Aren’t you with them?” She gestured at the dead cultists.
“I am,” he said dryly. “It’s kind of a family tradition.”
“Then… why?”
Caeden shrugged with a bitter smile. “Because I wanted to.”
Spirits, why did I bother?
Each word only increased her confusion. She had more urgent worries than making sense of this lunatic boy.
Moans of pain echoed around her. Flynn was gathering the survivors with Hobbes on his shoulders. And if the fussy cat was here, Kai should also be fine.
We can’t linger.
Kea moved to help the injured but faltered. “Will… you be fine?”
“Uh? Are you worried about me?” Caeden raised his eyebrows. His somber smile made a dimple in his cheek.
“No.” She snapped, flustered. “I’m only worried you won’t survive till I come to repay your backstabbing.”
He nodded, brow furrowed. “Your friends have pulled enough strange shit to make believable excuses.” He shook his head. “I’ll wait to see you again.”
What a bastard.
Kea forcefully turned and marched toward her friends. “You won’t see me coming.
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A/N: Let me know if you thought Kea might actually die at any point :)
R.I.P: Niel
I'll publish Kai's pov Friday at the latest
Comments
M_Lo
Nice chapter from Keas point of view. I have always liked her and especially during this escape I think she has learned a lot from Kai and Co. I think once their out and if they stay together Kea will bond a little bit more with her brother
Noble F
I thought there was a chance kea would die, but I'm honestly more just disappointed with caedens reaction, I don't love the way it was done, seemed to quick to flip from helping the cultists to helping her, and I really hope kea forgets about his ass but can already feel the kea saving caeden redemption arc bs coming and I hate it.
Austin
Based on Vals last chapter at least several hundred years. Her professor said they'd wiped out the cult a couple hundred years ago
George R
Thanks for the chapter
Trevayne
Thanks for the chapter. I hope they eventually find out about Caeden and Caeli's family tradition. It sounds like this cult has been around for a while.
George Dashner
I sort of wanted her to die but not really because I like Kai and I know he would be affected. I never really liked her at all her character is annoying.
Kris Piskorski
RiP Niel
Sunto
I feel myself having to agree with you, I get that she’s been admitting to her mistakes more recently. But she usually comes across as just needlessly abrasive, and meanwhile Flynn is saving her, the next chapter she’ll probably still not listen to either him or Kai.
Mina She
I didn’t think Kea would die, it seems like something Kai and family wouldn’t be able to survive well but I really really wouldn’t have minded if she would have. Personally she is my least favorite character of the series. This arc hasn’t really redeemed her in my eyes. Even with this chapter I am finding it hard to feel sorry for her. Poor Niel at least he got his revenge. His death really suprised me. I hoped with what had been done to him, he would emerge with some cool darkness powers.
Some Guy
TFTC
bcd051
Niel died doing what he loves most: stabbing traitors in the heart... literally
