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Chapter 601 unedited unmemed
🕑 Added 2020-06-18 00:01:31 +0000 UTCCool cool, here be the chapter. Again, expect the next chapter to be late again, possibly even delayed till saturday morning. Ill try to get it out by friday night, but the best i can promise is before sunday. Sorry again, and thanks for reading.
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The heady rush of anticipation surging through her veins, Alsantset rode out to meet the Defiled with bow and spear.
Surets slow and steady gait brought them closer and closer to the picket line of Enemy outriders, and the sweet quins low growl grew in volume and intensity. Her call echoed by thousands of quins around her, Suret led the march against these hated foes and Alsantset allowed herself to be swept away by sweet Surets emotions. Deep down in her heart of hearts, she was loathe to admit that these were the moments she lived for, these intoxicating seconds before joining battle and the violence and bloodshed which followed. She did not kill or fight for the sake of violence, but today, here on the fields of Sinuji, she rode out to do battle against the Fathers foul minions and throw them back from whence they came. There were no politics here, no social, civil, or communal matters to attend to, only bow, blade, and blood to use as she saw fit. Here on the battlefield, she was wholly in her element, where instincts and training took over and she rarely had to think twice, for this was the Mothers holy work and the sole purpose of Alsantsets existence.
As a demi-human, it was not within her purview to bear children or give them sustenance, nor was it in her nature to settle down and nest. She was a tiger, a predator, a huntress and killer, and here, she was free to unleash her true self. Make no mistake, she loved her husband and children, but no matter how hard she tried to be a good wife and parent, it never felt easy or natural, not like she did on the battlefield. At home, she had to constantly refer to a checklist of societal norms to make sure she wasnt crossing the wrong lines, and while it was easy to love and cherish her family, it was difficult to constantly remember she had to also nurture and support them.
But today, none of that mattered, for there was blood to be shed.
As the scattered perimeter of Defiled outriders entered into bow range, she felt the urge to draw her bow and let loose, but she stayed her hand and waited for a better shot. These Defiled were not the crazed tribesmen of the wastes who welcomed arrows and pain with bared flesh and crazed grins, but more dangerous prey in the form of self-styled Chosen. Their armoured frames sat in loose formation with spears and shields at the ready, and even treated leather was enough to ward off arrows at this range, to say nothing of iron or steel. Even if she could pierce through or aim between their armour to deal a killing blow, these Chosen were fast enough to bat arrows out of the sky, a skill many of them had perfected over the past few battles. Whats more, these bipedal garos were comparable to quins in terms of speed and explosive power, and while their ability to change course on the fly left much to be desired, this was more than made up for by their armoured scales covering their heads, hearts, and legs, which left no weak points to target from a head on position.
All this meant the Enemy had grown far more formidable over the past year of conflict, but just as the Chosen had improved and adapted, so too had Alsantset. She was no cow or goat to charge headlong at her problems no matter the circumstances, but a powerful and cunning tigress, one who rarely exerted more effort than required. This was her nature, for it would defeat the purpose of the hunt to expend more energy than the sustenance her prey provided. Fight smart where possible, and hard when forced to, but always keep something in reserve for a life and death situation. This was not a lesson taught to her by Mother, Father or even Grandma or Grand-Mentor, no, this was a lesson ingrained in Alsantsets blood, one she would always adhere to.
Thus, she waited until she was within five-hundred metres of the Chosen outriders before bringing Suret to a halt and turning her about. Coming to her feet, Alsantset raised her bow and sensed her fellow Sentinels following her lead as she nocked arrow to string and bent her bow back as far as it would go. Having long since picked her target, she loosed and smiled as the world came alive with the satisfying hiss of death delivered from afar. Thousands of arrows blanketed the sky, all tracing her initial shot, and in the blink of an eye, a second wave followed, then a third, fourth, and fifth wave, sailing through the air ear-piecing shrieks full of the promise of doom and demise. Alsantset hadnt set a steep angle, nor did she set a shallow one, and though her first arrow had long since been obscured by its fellow comrades and she never saw it land, she visualized the path it took over the heads of the waiting Chosen outriders and into the packed masses of the unarmoured Defiled tribesmen almost three hundred meters behind them.
Let the Chosen waste their efforts lugging heavy armour and cumbersome shields about, for all it did now was waste their stamina and overburden their mounts garos. Despite all their training, equipment and discipline, the Chosen were actually less dangerous than the Defiled tribesmen, whose crazed disregard for self-preservation made them difficult to guard against. Strange as it was, the Chosen were almost no different from elite Imperial troopers and actually a more familiar foe for most soldiers of the Empire, Alsantset included. Thus, she was happy to put her limited arrows to better use thinning out the Defiled numbers, because the only good Defiled was a dead Defiled.
This attack was built upon another lesson shed learned these past few days, that the Chosen were so disciplined they couldnt even think for themselves. Were Alsantset in their place, she would have ordered her skirmishers forward to meet the aggressors, in answer to this obvious challenge, but the Chosen outriders had been ordered to screen for the Defiled tribesmen as they surged towards Sinuji to the east, and they were doing just that. The opposing commander was a controlling one, and foolish to boot, seeing the soldiers under his or her command as pieces on chess board, but true battle was not carried out in alternating turns. Twenty volleys she loosed over the course of a minute, and only then did the outriders receive their orders to move out, but Alsantset was ready and waiting with a response.
Hold fire and fall back, she bellowed, even as her blood burned to close in with spear and fang. Ghurda takes lead!
This was one aspect of leadership which neither Imperial nor Defiled commanders could grasp, and this was a lesson taught solely by Father himself. A good leader knows when to lead, and when to follow, even if it meant turning command over to another. Where she once rode at the front, Alsantset was now riding at the rear, and in no position to guide them across the battlefield, so this was a task best carried out by another. This was the way of the wolf pack, because while they followed a strict hierarchy, their favoured hunting method was to work in groups and shifts to wear prey down and run them to ground, which meant there was no feasible way for one leader to manage the hunt from start to finish.
Of course, this meant finding other leaders you could trust, but Alsantset was spoiled for choice with so many Peak Experts and experienced veterans under her command. When she rode out for the front lines, Grandma requested she bring little Mila, Yan, and Huushal under her wing and offer them the guidance of her years. In truth, this was merely so Grandma could keep all her beloved younglings together so the hidden guards could look after all of them at once, so while Alsantset chafed at the supervision, after so many engagements packed into a handful of days, she was grateful for all the extra assistance.
True to form, Ghurda took the reins of command and immediately split the three-thousand riders into smaller, separate packs. Sumila took command of one, and Huushal another, and when they split off with their retinues, the opposing commander demonstrated his inability to learn from his previous mistakes as the Chosen outriders followed suit. There were far more than three-thousand garos chasing them, but Alsantsets Sentinels had so much empty space to work with and the unflagging endurance of quins on their side. Scatter the enemy, wear out the garos carrying their heavy burdens, then pick off tired, isolated enemy groups with overwhelming numbers. Such was the tried and true hunting method of the People, which they in turn learned from their beloved roosequin partners, and Alsantset had mastered it well under Fathers demanding tutelage.
In some ways, she felt like they spoiled Rain too much by not putting him through the same rigorous training regimen shed gone through, but her little brother was too brilliant to risk colouring his perceptions or stifling his creativity with preconceived tactics.
Milas retinue was the first group to close in for the kill, turning without warning to pounce upon their flagging pursuers. In Alsantsets eyes, her Aunt turned sister-in-law was a tad overeager in her decision, but the results spoke for themselves as Mila led the charge against her unsuspecting foes and ripped through their ranks with ease while Tenjin and Tursinai rode at her flanks. The fiery red-head skewered Chosen after Chosen upon her short spear, while Zabu demonstrated how even the most vicious garos were no match for the full fury of an alpha quin. They made a good team, and though it pained Alsantset to see the gruff, grizzled quin without her little brother upon his back, Mila had acclimated and adapted to his aggressive and frankly terrifying attitude.
Next it was Huushals turn to show off his skills, seizing upon an opportunity to outmanoeuvre his pursuers and leave them trailing in his wake. Now free to join forces with his mother, they set upon her newly outnumbered pursuers with ruthless efficiency and there was almost no sport in the ensuing skirmish. Honed spear tearing through mundane armour, Alsantsets heart sang as Atir pounced upon one foe and then the next, ripping into the throats of Defiled and garo alike until her jowls dripped with crimson blood, and then there were no more Defiled close enough to pounce upon. Pursing her lips as Ghurda ordered them to split and retreat, Alsantset eyed the dead garos littering the ground and wished her husband were here with her. Garo flesh was an acquired taste for quins, and Suret did not much like it, but her mate Pafu and his brother Mafu loved it dearly. Neither were present though, so Alsantset had a large stash smoked, packed and ready to bring home as a treat, and lamented at how she couldnt share this glory with the father of her children.
Each skirmish did not last long before they were forced to turn tail and run, but as the Chosen numbers dwindled and their garos grew sluggish, Alsantsets Sentinels grew in courage and daring. Mila angled her retinue to fire into the flanks of Huushals pursuers, while Ghurda led her group to crash into Milas pursuers, sowing chaos and confusion amongst the enemy ranks. By the time both Sentinel groups got away, the Chosen chasing Mila and Ghurda were simply milling about in confusion, arguing about who crashed into whom while two-thousand Sentinels turned on Alsantsets command to draw their bows and let loose.
It was a slaughter by any measure, yet no matter how many Chosen they killed, it seemed like there were always more to follow. Despite all their efforts to even the odds, the Sentinels did not escape without cost, and every skirmish cost them the lives of a few good men and women, a price they could ill afford to pay. These outriders were merely the appetizer, a distraction to keep Alsantsets people from tearing deep into the Defiled flank with arrow and spear alike, so the sooner they dealt with these troublesome riders, the sooner they could get to the meat and bones of the battle.
Or so Alsantset thought, for as she was about to order her retinue to close in for the kill, she felt an inkling in the back of her mind warning her of impeding danger. Sweeping her gaze across the battlefield, she narrowed her eyes and made sense of the milling chaos before realizing what she missed. Incoming from the southwest! She shouted, not caring if anyone caught the hint of panic in her voice as she spotted the sprung trap. The Chosen outriders were a sacrificial goat, here to hold the mobile Sentinels in place while the black-armoured gajashia cavalry circled around to cut the Sentinels off from the fort. Their barbed lances gleamed in the morning sun as they walked their mounts into position, lining up their beasts shoulder to shoulder in a solid wall of flesh of equine hooves and leonine muscle. Built for repeated bursts of power, their armoured brows and razor-sharp tusks made them a force to be reckoned with, able to match roosequins kilo for kilo while almost treble the size.
Cut off from the fort, Alsantset had lost the positional advantage, meaning the Enemy commander could wait her out or even order his garo and gajashia cavalry to turn around and surge into the fort almost entirely uncontested. While her retinue could easily chase down and pin them in, if the Chosen were willing to throw away their lives, they could easily clear the walls and allow the Defiled infantry unfettered access into the fort. A waste of resources in her eyes, since the infantry would have no trouble taking the walls on their own without the Sentinels harassing their flanks, which meant Alsantset was left torn between a bad choice and a worse one. She could either sit here, do nothing, and hope the Enemy did the same, leaving Brigadier Hongjis soldiers and Yans retinue to hold the wall without her, or she could order a charge against the gajashia cavalry, who outnumbered, out-muscled, and out-armoured her retinue, and pray that when the when the dust settled, she would still have enough Sentinels left to make a difference.
Heart heavy with regret as she readied to voice the order, she stopped short as pandemonium broke out amongst the Defiled ranks, with riders turning their gajashias about to face a new threat. Cursing her inability to Scry, she Sent word to Ghurda for information and received a reply shortly after. Rustram and his cattle cavalry are riding to our rescue, Ghurda Sent, chortling all the while. Them gajashias are in fer a rude awakening, they are.
A rude awakening indeed, especially as Alsantset gave the order to bluff a charge. With threats approaching from both sides, the Chosen ranks fell into disarray as they scrambled to react for both and ended up defending against neither, making it all the easier for Ulfsaar to find a nice, juicy target for Moomie to drive into. The creaking abomination of a vehicle didnt crash directly into the Enemy ranks, and instead struck them at a shallow angle, allowing the wheel mounted blades to scythe through muscle and sinew at ridiculous speeds. Clouds of blood and spurts of gore sprayed into the air as Ulfsaars Chi-infused roar rang out, striking fear into the hearts of friend and foe alike. By then, Alsantsets Sentinels had long since stopped short to enjoy the show, as twenty-nine other chariots chased down the stragglers and drove straight over piles of fallen gajashias and Chosen in a symphony of death and destruction.
For a brief, heartwarming moment, all Alsantset could hear was the meaty thump and crisp crack of heavy iron wheels driving over steel armour and gajashia flesh, followed by the truncated screams of the dead. Hearing their abrupt ends sent a shiver of ecstasy down Alsantsets spine, and she thanked the Mother for returning little Rain to the People.
More traditional cattle cavalry followed behind the chariots, ambling by slowly to make certain that every last Enemy soldier and beast died quick, lest their suffering turn the Fathers foul gaze upon them and give rise to a new Demon. While they cleaned up the gajashia cavalry, Alsantset brought her Sentinels to mop up the remaining garo outriders, and when all was said and done, they linked up with Ulfsaar a kilometre north of the fort. Mister Rustram sends his regards, the fearsome half-bear growled, and Alsantsets grip tightened around her spear. Ulfsaar the Voracious was a formidable warrior, and though hed only recently come into his Domain, Mother said his path to becoming a Peak Expert was both swift and inevitable. The former bandit was more in tune with his own nature than anyone else Mother had ever seen, a blood-thirsty maniac in battle, yet a kind, gentle, generous soul in all other aspects of life, with no conflict between the two diametrically opposed sides. How this was possible, no one even cared to guess, or at least they refrained from doing so within Alsantsets earshot, and both her parents warned her against seeking Ulfsaar out for advice.
It wasnt fair. Here was living proof that a demi-human could find harmony between beast and human, something Alsantset had struggled with all her life, but she wasnt even allowed to know about his methods, much less ask him for advice. How did he do it? How did he find balance between the two conflicting mindsets and unleash his inner beast without losing his human compassion? How was it possible to switch between the two without yearning to indulge one set of instincts and while struggling to ignore the other?
Oblivious to Alsantsets envy, Ulfsaar said, If it suits the Major, this one requests permission to lead the charge, when it comes time to do so, of course.
Granted, she replied, flashing an easy grin which set most men, young and old, to swooning. Not to flirt, but being friendly never hurt, and if he so happened to decide to offer her unsolicited Martial advice, she could hardly be blamed for not ignoring him. Youve more than earned it.
Barely even acknowledging her smile, Ulfsaar nodded, flicked his reins, and set off at an easy walk. Moomie was barely even breathing hard after his arduous charge, but the other cattle needed the time to rest, so Alsantset swallowed her displeasure, ignored Neeras suspicious gaze, and set off with her Sentinels to pelt the Defiled with arrows while Major Sun Qiang force of light lancers kept the remainder of the Defiled cavalry tied up on the southern flank. Thoughtful as always, Mister Rustram had stocked the chariots and cattle cavalry with extra quivers for the Sentinels, and they rained death upon the Enemy for twenty straight minutes before finally running out of ammunition. At this point, the battle was all but won, for even crazed Defiled had their breaking point, and they passed it about ten minutes back. The final charge was more of a formality than anything, so Alsantset rode the high of bloodshed and victory for as long as she was able to, before finally giving in to reason and sounding the retreat.
This was some of the fiercest fighting along the front lines to date, yet it was not over, and would not end any time soon. Pausing on the fields to finish a struggling Defiled tribesman, Alsantset wiped the blood from her eyes and glared at the neat and orderly Enemy lines, which swelled in number with each passing day. Todays battle marked their most costly defeat in the past few days, especially in terms of Chosen, garos, and gajashias, but they had the numbers to spare, so now they slinked back to lick their wounds, fill their bellies, and once they found their courage again, they would charge at the walls again. Even as she watched, Defiled tribesmen dragged the dead and dying behind them, not to give them a proper send off or medical treatment, but to consume them as sustenance. The sight of still struggling Imperial soldiers amongst the crowd sickened her to the bone, but even she was not so hot-blooded as to charge out after them. It wasnt right, letting their people be consumed like that, but they could not afford to give up the safety of their walls and take the fight to the Enemy, so all they could do was grit their teeth and endure this injustice.
This thought led her to a different topic of contention, one shed tried very hard to ignore these past two weeks, and she happily did so again while leading her Sentinels back into the fort. Their return was met with scattered cheers and grateful smiles from the beleaguered Imperial soldiers, as well as a wink and a wave from a surprisingly energetic Yan. Now there was a young hero in the making, with her marriage to Rain and exploits on the wall bolstering her reputation into previously unseen heights. Already, there were whispers of Du Min Yans stunning command of the Blessing of Air, and even the most exaggerated rumours did not do her justice. Most assumed she was already an Expert with a Natal Palace, but Alsantset knew this was not so, had seen her work day and night to hone her skills with Wind Chi. Were she to master her Mentors mysterious Talent which allowed a single Wind Blade to cut through multiple opponents, then Yan might well become a one woman army upon the battlefield, slaughter tens of enemies with every swing of her sword.
In contrast, little Rains other wife was not so beloved by the Empire, for fiery Mila had a hot temper and a sharp tongue, which had her butting heads with sycophantic peers who didnt know well enough to leave her alone. Granted, the poor girl had more reason than usual to be in bad humour of late, but considering the Legate issued an Imperial Decree demanding they keep Guan Suos fate a secret, there were few able to sympathize with Milas bereavement. On that note, Alsantset brought the poor girl with her wash up after the battle. Careful not to pester Mila with questions or offer unwanted advice, Alsantset merely kept her company and silenced the bothersome Tursinai. The cheery warrior meant well, but she didnt know when to leave off, and shed been trying to raise Milas spirits for two weeks now, to no effect. In fact, Alsantset thought Tursinai might even be doing more harm than good by persisting with her efforts, and little Mila just need some time alone with her thoughts.
She was much like Rain in that regard, so fond of introspection and adverse to asking for advice. It was pride, in a sense, pride in their own strength, talent, and wisdom, for they believed they had all the right answers, or would eventually come to them if given enough time and information. Alas, there were few right answers in life, and many times it was merely a choice between bad and worse, but neither Rain nor Mila cared to accept this.
Seeing the distracted girl stuck in a loop, wiping her one cheek repeatedly and doing nothing else, Alsantset swallowed a sigh and gently took the hand towel away and set to washing Milas freckled face. Again, Alsantset said nothing, and from Milas sheepish expression, she appreciated the gesture. It was one of the hardest things Alsantset had ever learned, to give Rain the space and distance he so desperately needed, and it was no easier watching Mila languish in conflicted anguish and anger, but it had to be done. Eventually, they both finished cleaning up and returned to camp, where they stayed together in total silence while carrying out their duties. Alsantset had taken Mila as her second, for the sweet girl was well-versed in command and the most suitable, willing candidate, so they tended to their quins and checked them for injury, refilled their empty quivers, water-skins, and ration packs, cleaned their harnesses, boots, and armour, then strode about the camp to speak with the Sentinels who were still on their feet, offering a kind word here, a gruff order there, and condolences wherever they were needed.
The butchers bill was heavily weighted towards the Defiled, but there were far fewer Sentinels than Defiled. Gathered here in Sinuji were almost four-thousand Sentinels in total, with Rains former retinue and Yans current one making up the remainder of Alsantsets five-thousand strong command. Well, five-thousand no longer, but most still drew breath, and thus far, none had been dragged back to the Defiled camp, for she, and the Sentinels under her command, would never allow it.
Again, the contentious subject refused to leave Alsantset in peace, and it grated on her throughout the day and well into the night. Readying for bed after an unpalatable meal of dried meat, pickled vegetables, and hard tack, Alsantset was pleasantly surprised when Mila quietly asked to speak with her in private. Dragging the girl into her yurt before she could change her mind, Alsantset asked Yaruq to put up a Sound Barrier through Sending and asked, What do you wish to speak of?
I wanted to thank you, Mila began, hugging Alsantset tight enough to squeeze the air out of her lungs, which was the mark of a good hug. For you know... giving me room to think.
Of course. Anything for you, little Aunt. Jokingly using the overly formal form of address, Alsantset shared a warm smile with Mila as they took a seat on the bed. But we are family. No thanks will ever be needed.
Thanks anyways. Falling silent in her embrace, Mila struggled to find the words she wanted to say, so Alsantset stroked her ruby ringlets and waited. After a long silence, Mila Sent, I dont know what to think. About Rain and...
Neither did Alsantset, truth be told, and shed been doing her best not to. Think that is, about the bizarre circumstances theyd left him in. Mila was the only one present from start to finish, and even she didnt know how it happened. One moment she was fast asleep, and the next, Rain was hollering for her to get combat ready and shouting about how they couldnt have her, who in this case, everyone assumed was the Guardian Turtle. Then, in the blink of an eye, Ping Pings vast bulk melted away, as did Guan Suos corpse, and left in their place was an adorable, wide-eyed turtle who responded to Ping Pings name, and a grouchy, cantankerous red panda who responded to nothing and refused to let anyone hold him.
There were so many questions to be asked, Alsantset didnt even know where to start, and it didnt help that Rain fell asleep and refused to wake up. Her heart couldnt take it if he went into a long coma like Mother had, because this time, Rain wasnt around to wake himself up. Then there was the matter with Ping Ping and Guan Suo. Did Alsantsets little brother tap into the secrets of Divinity? Was he responsible for Ping Pings new form and Guan Suos... reincarnation? Was that even Guan Suo? The little red panda didnt appear to understand speech or care for pipes or alcohol, and he showed no signs of being able to use Chi in any way whatsoever. He could barely climb through the window to steal dried fruits to eat, and in doing so raised such a racket it had Papa scouring the manor for an intruder. All evidenced pointed to the red panda being a red panda, and not Guan Suo returned to his previous form, but Ping Ping was undeniably still Ping Ping, only smaller, cuter, and far more willing to make friends than before.
It warmed Alsantsets heart watching the happy turtle roughhouse and make friends with the quins, when previously she restricted herself to appreciating them from a respectful distance. A shockingly intelligent and considerate beast, the Divine Turtle was, and according to Taduks experiments with her excretions, Ping Ping was now a Divine Turtle in truth.
Of course, little Mila was more concerned about her progenitor, so Alsantset tried to focus on the topic at hand. I can not tell you what to think, she Sent, still stroking Milas hair. Nor can I claim to know how you must feel. I too have yearned to meet my progenitor and dreamed of the things Id say, so I cannot even imagine how you must feel, but I can tell you what you must do.
Whats that?
You must accept that Guan Suo is dead and gone. Seeing how much the words hurt poor Mila, Alsantset knew shed struck a chord. Even if that red panda is him reborn, reforged, or what have you, the Guan Suo we all knew is no more, and nothing we do can bring him back.
But... what if thats him? Mila asked, her lovely eyes filled with hope and anguish. How can I just ignore the possibility that its him inside that... furry form?
It might be him, Alsantset replied, In fact, I believe it is him, or rather his body at least. It hurt seeing Milas conflicted hope, yearning to hold onto some scrap of the father she never knew, but Alsantset had to drive the knife home. I think that when Ping Ping ascended to Divinity, she brought Guan Suo back, because he was her lifelong companion who she couldnt bear to lose. However, I dont think she brought back the Guan Suo you and I know, but rather the one she grew up with, the gruff, red panda from inside her Natal Palace.
...But theyre one and the same.
No, Mila, they are not. Looking her in the eyes, Alsantset shook her head and said, The red panda Ping Ping brought back? He has never known the pain and anguish Guan Suo went through, for he is merely a beast, and nothing more. Sighing, she added, This is no real consolation, but I think Guan Suo wouldve preferred it this way. From what you have shared, I think he was very unhappy in life, someone who hated himself for being neither man nor beast and was seeking an end to his suffering. He was a very troubled Divinity, but he tried to do right by you, and for this, I will forever be grateful.
Sniffling in Alsantsets arms, Mila cried until she had no tears left to her, but still Alsantset held her close. At some point, they fell asleep, though for how long, she could not say, only that they both shot back to their feet at the haunting sound of a horn, signalling yet another Defiled attack. Thankful theyd followed protocol and were ready to ride into battle at a moments notice, but then Brigadier Hongjis command arrived through Sending. Break camp, he ordered, followed by, Make ready for a fighting retreat. Sinuji will fall tonight, and we must not fall with it.
Alsantsets heart sank even as she relayed the orders and prepared to follow through. For so long, Sinuji had been the face of the front-lines, and a small part of her hoped that they could hold it long enough for Rain to wake up and save it a third time, but fate was not so kind.
No matter. If Rain could not save Sinuji, then he would simply have to retake it when he was able, for there was one uncertainty Alsantset hadnt shared with Mila. When the Divine Turtle ascended to Divinity, she had been powerful enough to bring Guan Suos animal self back from the dead, and Rain had been right there with her, so was it too much to hope she somehow fixed his shattered Core?
Alas, Alsantset could only cling to fleeting hope and pray she would live to find out, for while this morning had been some of the fiercest fighting yet, she suspected she would have to revise that statement several times over between here and the Northern Citadel. Out on the open fields, there would be no room to run the Defiled ragged, for if the Sentinels drew away, the Defiled would simply turn on the slower Imperial forces.
There was no more room for tricky maneuvers or clever tactics. From here on out, it was kill or be killed, where only the strongest survived, and as the inhuman cry of a Demon echoed throughout the nights sky, and was picked up by countless other Demons, Alsantset feared the Imperials were in for a rude awakening.
Comments
Lotfi Adam
"The little red panda didn’t appear to understand speech or care for pipes or alcohol" I seriously hope they actually tested that out, by trying and failing to make him drink and smoke.
Arnon Parenti
To me it seems like the defiled are gonna get that rude Awakening when for the first time a million peasants stick them with ten million arrows before they even get to fight Fallin Rain Sentinel of the People the Devourer of Sanshu and minister of finance to the Emperor.
Falling Rain don't need no damn core, for he is the Mothers child and One with 2 Worlds.
Geminus
I am pretty that last chapter Rain was inside his new Natal Palace so he probably already has a new core... let's just hope that he can actually tap into it now.
Andrew
Thank you!
BadSnake971
you bastard ! give us some hope for rain's core, for crush it in the next chapter
Heraclitus
And even if Ping Ping didn't do jack to his core, he did get the one thing he truly wanted. A surly, chonker of a Red Panda to add to his floof farm.
Tyrell Facey
Rain's problem I think is that he's too attached to the past. He keeps trying to fix his old core but he's on a new path so forming a new one instead would probably be easier. In fact it's been hinted, he's just too stubborn to do it.
Heraclitus
I'm not too sold on Ping Ping having fixed Rain's core. Her step to divinity, and the later steps on the martial path, all seem to revolve around shattering what was previously built up. While getting his core fixed might help in the short term, I'm starting to think it would be taking a few steps backwards. I'm sure Rain will realize how stupid and willfully ignorant he's been at some point and use his shattered core to his advantage. Somehow.
Gardor
Please for the love of all that is floofy, have ping ping's ascension fix rains core. It's a reasonable event to do it and then we can skip 200 more chapters of core-less Rain
We can finally see Rain's walls be put to use with the Kishigs and perhaps peasant archers on top. Also, if Ping2 can in a way revive GS, then there has to be a way to do the same for Rain's Spiritual Weapons.
