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B2 Chapter 322: Crossing, pt. 1
🕑 Added 2025-06-22 21:36:23 +0000 UTCOn their approach to the waterway that cut its way through the jungle, Kaius and his team hiked up one of the areas rare hills. It was barren, a singular tree dominating its peak and choking out the undergrowth too close to its trunk. Covered only by a light dusting of wildflower and brush, it was an island rising above the sea of green.
They loitered among chest high roots as they surveyed their approach. Water roared a short distance ahead, drowning out the living ambience of the jungle with an endless torrent of white water and a spray that kicked up almost as high as the canopy overhead.
Half a league away, maybe a little less, an arch of jagged rock curved gracefully over the chaotic churn. Wide as a road, and barely steeper than the gentle hill they watched from, it was exactly the crossing they hoped it would be.
It was, to Kaius’s eyes, decidedly unnatural. Perhaps if the river was set into a rocky ravine it wouldn’t have been out of place, but the banks of the river were flat and loamy. It was a construct of the Depths, placed to provide its challengers a path forwards to greater adventures and threats — nothing more.
Damned thing gave him the willies — in his experience, the Depths did not create something so convenient, obvious, and helpful without there being some catch.
Yet, even with a convenient vantage point and a number of Skills to assist him in ferreting out the threat he could feel like a bared knife on his throat, there was nothing. A few beasts ambled through the undergrowth, ferns and brush waving to announce their passage. Still. They weren’t directly in their path, and Explorer’s Toolkit seemed unconcerned with the threat they presented. Nor could he spot any groups big enough that they would have to go out of their way to avoid.
It looked safe. Nowhere was safe, he’d learnt that lesson long ago.
Kaius peered into the mist kicked up by the crashing rapids. Truesight was a potent skill, peeling back the layers of obfuscation to let him see far further than should have been possible. Even then, his sight was fully clouded after a half-league of haze, and he still couldn’t see the far bank.
Any other day, he might have marveled at the sight of such a large river. When they’d first entered the biome, they’d been distant enough that he hadn’t been able to grasp the full scale of them. Even in the Sea, a wild bastion of nature, with rivers fed by the Wildguard mountains, he’d only seen waterways half the width of the stretch he could make out.
In his current circumstances, the size and poor sight lines only made him feel jittery. Were there beasts on the far bank? A waterbound monstrosity waiting to pounce as they crossed over the deepest parts of the river, where the water was black as night and ran with the fury of a monsoon?
Kaius huffed as he leaned forwards to rest his elbows on the root in front of him. He didn’t know what was out there — only that there had to be something.
“What’s squeezing you by the balls?”
He turned back, raising an eyebrow at Porkchop. His brother was sitting next to Ianmus, waiting for them to assess their approach.
“That’s a new one.”
“What? You expect me to speak using something that’s as bothersome as words, and not have fun with it?”
Kaius chuckled, shaking his head. Porkchop had him there. While he was more than confident in using his brother’s beast-tongue by now, it was still a little too…visceral for him to find it comfortable to use constantly. The raw sharing of experience and understanding was a heady thing, but it left little barriers or privacy — even with Porkchop having a front row seat anyway, it didn’t come naturally to him.
“True enough — anyway, my issue is that there’s nothing. A few beasts out of our direct path that we could handle easily anyway, but no signs of swarming shoals of man eating fish, no sea serpent breaching the whitewater, and no tightrope thin edges of slippery rock that might send us into the river.”
“Well, that sounds trustworthy and puts me perfectly at ease.”
Kaius nodded, “Exactly.”
Next to Porkchop, Ianmus gave him a calculating look — like he was trying to assess how much of their deadpan was genuine resignation and how much was a joke.
“You’ve got to be exaggerating, right? I know this place is dangerous — I did get a hole blown in my stomach after all — but not everything that looks safe is hiding danger.”
“It isn't,” Kenva replied, not turning around from her watch. “That’s what makes it dangerous. Somewhere like this? First day, week, even month, you’re all hyper-vigilance — jumping at the wind. But you can’t sustain that, the mind isn’t built for it. So you start to calm down — not confident or comfortable, but less tense. You respect the danger, but you get confident. Then something you were sure was going to be dangerous turns out just fine. The first time, it doesn’t affect you. Same with the second, third, and fourth — but eventually you start to expect it. Start to feel like you’re safe. Next thing you know, you’ve got a set of jaws sinking into the back of your skull.”
Kaius turned and looked at the ranger in surprise. He’d thought this was Kenva’s first delve, but her insight was one that he’d only seen in seasoned delvers who’d had the mettle to push through to High Bronze or Iron. It had been everywhere in the guild — braggadocio hiding a honed blade of alert suspicion. Even in the safest possible place for them, the old-hats had still been watching.
“What?” Kenva turned and gave him a look. “I grew up near the foothills of the Drozags. It might not be quite as dangerous as here, but there was plenty enough to learn to pay attention.”
That explained things. The inner reaches of the Drozags were as lethal as the deep Sea — a high mana region. Kaius tilted his head.
“What do we do then?” Ianmus asked.
“What we always do — Stay alert, watch each other’s backs, and be ready for a fight. No point avoiding the place. Instincts or not, if they say it looks safe, that’s as safe as we can hope for.”
Kaius nodded, before he caught Kenva’s eye. “Spot anything I didn’t?”
She shook her head. “Nothing — not a damn thing.”
He sighed again. Porkchop had the right of it. It wasn’t like they could simply keep walking to the next crossing — gut feel or no, that would be pointless. Either it looked safe too, in which case he’d have a bad feeling about it, or it would be dangerous, which was undoubtedly more risky — even if it would have made him feel better about the whole thing.
“What about that Champion you and Porkchop have been feeling? Still just as far away?”
“Yep, wandering away from us right now — a couple of leagues that way.” Kaius pointed past her, directly across the river at an angle from the crossing. He’d had a sense of the beast for most of their journey through the jungle. Once they’d gotten to the other side of the river, it would be something to be cautious of. Like the first Champion he’d sensed further around the opposite direction of the basin, it was roaming.
He straightened, patting his belt to make sure his scabbard was still secure.
“Everyone ready? We may as well get going — doubt we’ll get a better shot than this by waiting.”
His team rose to their feat, nodding.
They set off, falling into formation — approaching the natural bridge that would aid their crossing.
…
Roaring wind, pounding water, and omnipresent mist had ground away at the surface of the stone arc, leaving it almost as smooth as polished granite. It made for a gut-wrenching walk, even if their pathway across the river was wide enough that they had room to walk four abreast and still have space to manoeuver.
Every gust of wind cut Kaius to the bone, soaking him further — and threatened to take his feet out from under him. The curve might have been gentle, but the ground was slippery enough that falling could very easily lead to a quick and sudden swim in the water below.
That was something he did not want to happen.
Thankfully, they’d almost made it to the halfway point of their journey. A quarter hour ago, Kaius had just been able to make out the far river bank thanks to Truesight cutting through the heavy mist. His companions weren’t so lucky. Even Kenva, with her own ocular skill, could barely see more than fifty strides in front of her. All they had was the drenching water, and a hazy view of the stone ceiling leagues above them.
Still, they’d let out a quiet cheer when Kaius had let them know what he had seen.
Smiling at the memory, he trudged on ahead.
Only for a sense he had long grown accustomed to to suddenly pull him in a different direction. His stomach dropped, jaw clenching as he ripped his blade out of his sheath and looked to the sky above.
Porkchop did the same.
Through the thinner mist above, Kaius quickly saw what Persistent Survivor tugged him towards. Something large and grey, with leathery wings pulled tight to its body.
A bat.
A Champion.
Far off to their right, the tips of its wings just barely extended to slice the air and bring it towards them at a sharp angle. It was a league above them, and still gaining speed. They were going to get hit like a landslide.
“Shit! Run!”
His team was already moving, sprinting forwards as fast as they could closely manage. Porkchop stuck close to Ianmus and Kenva, positioning himself between them and the Champion.s approaching dive.
Kaius took off after them, stretching the limits of his Dexterity as he felt the Champion draw closer, dropping like a stone. The Struggler’s Madness roared into being, every step getting more sure and steady as he gradually got the feel for distributing his weight on the slick stone.
Anxiety gnawing, he snatched another glimpse and analysed the beast. God’s scorn it was far — enough that it would be barely a blip without Truesight. Enough that it made it almost impossible to judge its size. Even without contextual clues, he knew it would be large — dangerous. As if the fucking Depths would let it be anything else. Frustrated resignation rose.
Old Thousand Eyes - Level 258:
Champion, Depths-born, Beast, Skirmisher
“Two-fifty-eight, Champion, Bat, Skirmisher, no sign of affinities or abilities, at least fifteen strides from head to flank.” Kaius rattled off, eyeballing the speed of its descent. “Fifteen seconds!”
There was no time to reach the other side, and nowhere to hide. They were up against a Champion they weren’t ready to fight, and lined up like a fucking feeding trough!
“Dodge and run, that’s it! We get pinned down in a fight, we’re dead meat!” he bellowed.
If they wanted to live, they needed to get to the jungle and hope that the undergrowth would be enough to hamper its flight.
They’d just have to survive the run there first.
Comments
Jason Williams
I would think the main fear is the location of the fight a slippery bridge with low visibility is a shit place to fight in any context.
Ricky Kukowski
Meh. Feels like he’s panicking. @130 he took a 246 elite Now @ 178 he’s facing a 258 champion. It’s a step up sure, but not a “our only chance is to flee” step up. They’ve already made up most of that difference
Joshua Little
Thanks for the chapter.
DeadicatedReader
tftc! one of the areas rare hills -> area's Champion.s -> Champion's
