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155. Breaking through
🕑 Added 2021-08-22 18:18:07 +0000 UTCI wake up in the dirt once again. Panic seizes my heart, then fatalism freezes it.
The exhilaration of unleashing devastation upon our pursuers has now faded. It has been replaced by a terrible sense of impending doom. The Knights are too good and too well motivated for us to escape, and they were on our heels up until an hour before dawn. I managed to hide myself and the others underground, but I know that it is only a temporary solution. With carriages at their disposal, the Knight can simply spread themselves out during the day and wait for us to come out at night, then they can overwhelm us.
I shift once and feel the vast yet fragile weight of earth above me. The most tragic, the most ironic aspect of this morbid farce is that I could escape alone. I could change my appearance and use the earrings’ effect, my spells, and Metis’ alacrity to lose myself in some nearby town. It would take some luck to reach a port without valid travel documents, but it would be a possibility.
I would die rather than leave my companions behind. Survival at any cost is not what I stand for when my allies must perish for it. I need to win despite all odds.
Victory will not come through diplomacy, however. Octave may have been willing to talk but it would have been to take me into custody and I know where it would have led. Executing a fellow Knight for any reason is punishable by death. I also renounced the Order publically, and those are aggravating factors.
No, I will not put myself at their tender mercy. I will not surrender myself to anyone ever again.
And that is why I am doomed by my principles, just as Jimena doomed herself with hers.
A sad end to my tale.
As I am considering my fate, the earth vibrates above, resonating with a spell meant to unhearth.
So, this is it.
I allow the spell to pick me up and place a hand above my heart. The other grasps a knife at my back, for all the good it will do me. I expect the bite of silvery steel in my flesh. Somehow, it does not come.
Instead, the spell weakens and my head is pulled up. I am very close to the surface now, and I can feel something that could bode well or terribly. The absence of the sun.
I sit up and let packed soil crumble from my form. A few moments and my face is free of anything but grime. I expected restraints or some form of attack, and so I am immensely relieved when I only feel one mage aura and a few mundane mortals around me. Nobody in their right mind would send those to capture a vampire.
I am inside of a tent, a thick one designed to protect our kind. I see a few worried faces on surrounding men wearing the white, embroidered shirts that I saw in the Dvor base. Most of them stand as far away from me as they can. One of them, the mage, whispers a few words before pointing at a corner of the tent.
Most of the men leave except a scared mortal and the mage. The isolated corner contains an open barrel of fresh water and a simple desk with a white towel and a letter. I understand the message and clean myself summarily. The towel is brown and dirty when I am done with it. I frown at my own slovenliness before I can stop myself. Now is not the time. The letter it is.
“Dear Ariane,
I was quite surprised to learn that a fellow Knight made an attempt on your life considering that you are the artisan of our prompt victory. Thanks to your impressive device, the undead mages have retreated to their dead husk of a world, thus bringing a temporary end to the conflict. But I digress.
Your exploits have garnered a lot of goodwill with the Dvor and all of Eneru. Although we are honor-bond not to interfere with Knight justice, some of us feel that our obligation towards you surpasses this rule and we have decided to, shall we say, facilitate your departure.
Dvor servants have been tasked with recovering the sources of some curious auras Ismael followed yesterday. I hope that they will find you quickly as well despite your tendency to disappear from the sight of scrying spells. Once done, they are tasked with transporting you and your allies to a minor, hidden train station via secured sarcophagi, where you can travel wherever the line can take you.
Please note that the train attendant must notify the authorities if your status as wanted criminals is found out. Please also note that they are not to stop the train.
We will inconvenience the Knights, but little else. You are valiant, my dear, but your valor cannot undo centuries of alliance. I would do more if I could.
Yours,
Viktoriya.
PS: destroy the letter.”
The missive goes off in a puff of blood magic. I turn to the mage and mortal just as the others return with an empty sarcophagus.
“You are the last one,” he says in German.
“How did you find me?”
“Disturbed earth, like a tomb. Same as the others.”
By the Watcher this could prove problematic in the future. I must refine the spell. I accept the offer of blood given by the mortal. Afterward, I lie in the sarcophagus. I feel myself transported outside for a minute, perhaps, during which the unfamiliar weight of the sun on my last bastion fills me with unease, but nothing happens. I am hoisted, stored, and carried away by vigorous horses. We stop a few hours later, in the late afternoon, and I feel more movement.
Someone knocks politely on the lid as soon as we are put down. I open my senses again and hear the whistle of a locomotive. Only one vampire aura shines by my side besides that of my companions. I recognize it. Carefully, I slide the lid open and see a wide back covered in black fabric. The man is currently knocking on Jimena’s sarcophagus. We are inside of a train car.
“Crispin?” I ask, recognizing the master with whom we traveled through the Vosges and who bashed Gabrielites with his mace.
The dour conductor turns and gives me an uncharacteristic smile.
“Ariane of the Nirari. Ah, forgive my carelessness. I meant Squire Ariane. Welcome to my humble abode once more. I will be delighted to carry you to your destination, where I am sure you will conduct your Knight-related business.”
He waggles his brows suggestively.
“Too much?” he asks
“I have no notion of what you might be referring to, good sir. We must indeed go south-west and our business is absolutely Knight-related, I assure you.”
“Splendid. We will be on our way. Oh, I have received a message related to Knight business but since it does not appear to be very important, I shall let you read it instead. You can tell me if you deem it worthy of my time.”
“Of course.”
The conductor smiles, obviously excited by the heavy-handed cloak and dagger. I let him strut away while Jimena emerges with difficulty from her protective case. Her fingers make the steel groan and she bares her teeth, checking for corners.
“Jimena? Sister?”
“I…”
She blinks.
“Are you alright?” I ask.
“No, I do not think I am.”
Phineas and Mannfred come out as well, but they quickly read the mood and decide to retire to the male quarters to clean themselves up. We are left alone in the storage carriage, between crates and other pieces of equipment.
“When I triggered my Magna Arqa, it felt so… right. So much like me. I knew exactly who I was and what I stood for and there was no hesitation in my heart. And that power… Ariane, I am not a battle maniac like Mannfred and yourself, yet I cannot deny the exaltation I felt when fighting a battle lord as equal. Alas, I think that I killed us both with my recklessness. We would already have perished yesterday were it not for your presence of mind, and the Knights will never let us leave. They will drag us back to the fortress and make an example out of us for defying them. They are too strong and we have few tricks.”
“We are not dead yet.”
“Ariane,” she says, staring into my soul, “you must run. Leave us behind. I know that you can escape alone.”
“I know you mean well, so I will forget this insult to my honor.”
“Ariane, I am serious.”
I raise a hand to forestall her objections.
“I remember a time when I was a fugitive, and someone protected me and even swore a blood oath to be my sister, which she has followed until now.”
“...”
“Jimena, you acted according to your belief and became a lady as a result. I think that if you had not… it would have broken you. Your actions were meant to uphold justice. I knew when I met you that you had a spine and a bit of an unyielding sense of duty, and I desired to be your friend anyway. I did not think that it bore mention, but blood sisters do not desert blood sisters at the first difficulty.”
Jimena looks up and licks her lips with a nervousness that I had never seen before.
“If I die, Aintza dies.”
“Then let us make sure that it does not happen. Together until the end?”
“Yes. Together until the end.”
“Good. Now that this emotional moment has passed, let us withdraw to the women’s carriage. You look like a mudslide.”
I grab the fragile vampire and drag her to the nearest faucet. Words are cheap, and yet spelling out my decision lightened my worries. If they catch up, well, they catch up. Many of them have not yet seen what I can do with a gun, a sword, and a really bad temper.
My influx of courage only lasts until we are cleaned and then settle down in the restaurant carriage. The train is empty, so empty in fact that I find no reason to justify its travel exactly at the desired moment exactly in the direction we are heading to unless someone made it happen. Someone with quite a bit of influence. I am starting to think that our new Dvor friends are more appreciative than I thought, Nevertheless, my nervousness is amplified by one stupid element, one that I had not anticipated.
Hope.
I verified with Crispin and we are set to arrive in Vienna two hours after midnight. We could stop before and cut across the fields to our destination. In any case, we will have more than enough time before dawn and it means that we could reach relative safety tonight. We could succeed. I expect that the presence of an unplanned train will be known to the Knights promptly, seeing as they have squads all over the place, yet it would mean that they are unable to deploy their full potential.
“I was considering the future,” Phineas said to the empty table. “Assuming that we survive, will you two return to the New World?”
“As soon as we find a ship, yes,” I assure him.
“I do not suppose that you need an extra blade-wielding accountant?”
“Of course I do, or more specifically, I have a fiery ally who complained for years about a dearth of competent right-hand men.”
“This sounds interesting.”
“As for you Mannfred, we always have needs for warriors with principles.”
“Do any of your cities host German speakers.”
“Hmm for a rather generous definition of German, yes. I will see what I can do.”
“Excellent. I am sure that you have plenty of combat masters around.”
My thoughts go to Jarek, who is struck with ennui if he spends three days without a fight.
“Indeed we do. You two qualify as exiles and I will vouch for you. Rest assured that American Knights will have to restrain themselves as long as you join the Accords.”
The others nod, and we return to silence. We know what happens if we get separated. Those who are left must run and try their best to survive. We also know how to fight, although we have three Vanguards and a middling Vestal. Furthermore, we have a lady. Not every squad can boast this sort of battle potential.
“Do you think you can use your Magna Arqa again?” I whisper to Jimena. For a moment, I hesitate to mention it before Mannfred and Phineas before realizing how unfair of me this consideration is. Those two renounced the Knights in the name of justice like we did. They deserve to know our full capabilities, even if I am taking a risk. The only thing I will withhold is our destination, and only because reaching it would be pointless without my presence.
“Yes, I think so. Unfortunately, it will be much less powerful than yesterday. The first activation was… I had felt weakened for a long time, and now I finally felt that my essence was fully under my control again, with interests. It will take a long time before I can reproduce yesternight’s results. And there is something else.”
She takes a sheepish expression.
“I have to believe that the target is guilty in order to use it.”
I would laugh if it were not so tragic.
“A significant restriction,” Mannfred comments, “yet you would not be a lady without it, and just your strength and speed will help us tremendously tonight.”
“I suppose.”
It appears that our champion of justice tolerates no compromise. I should have guessed it.
With nothing else to discuss, I start meditating and the others soon join me. An hour passes with the mundane sounds of the carriage soothing my nerves. Another. Clocks tick without incident as we leave behind elite squads of the Knights, hopefully for good. Vampires can outpace a train, but only for so long before burning their entire reserves of vitality. As time goes by, I allow myself to relax ever so slightly.
For a while, nothing happens.
Unfortunately, our respite comes to an end when Crispin enters the carriage and bows to us.
“Ahem, dear Knights, I was notified that our train will be stopped in Vienna for safety reasons, though I could not imagine why. With that said, we will be compelled to pause fifty kilometers north of the city for resupply, if you wish to use this opportunity to make other travel arrangements. That is all. Please enjoy the rest of your trip.”
Crispin is too giddy. He does not appreciate the gravity of the situation. I do not let it ruin my esteem of the brave man, however, since maintaining himself woefully ignorant of the situation will later allow him to claim ignorance when confronted. He is helping us in his own way, and I can hardly begrudge him his moment.
“Thank you, Crispin. I heard that the Austrian countryside is lovely at this time of the year.”
“Assuredly! And with this, I bid you adieu. And, good luck!”
We watch the man depart and prepare in silence. There is not much to do. We left with practically nothing and the train does not have any sort of military supplies. Finally, it stops and we exit cautiously.
No one awaits us on the barebone platform. Only a sleepy hamlet lies in the distance and around us, rolling hills spread in every direction. We immediately disappear in a nearby thicket, then call upon our Nightmares. While Metis is displeased with the presence of another rider, she must have sensed my anxiety and merely whinnies in protestation. We are slower as a result of the unorthodox arrangement.
We head east this time, and I must resort to a basic spell not to get lost. We still make good time and my hope increases until I feel it.
It starts as a susurrus, barely more than wind through leaves, then it increases with every passing minute. Something whispers under the boughs, snakes along the roots. Something is spying on us. It may have lost us in the carriage, but now it has found us again.
“We are being tracked,” Phineas tells us. Clearly, his perception has improved. I consider several spells but whatever it is must have persisted through the night and I fear that its power is beyond me. I remain a second-rate caster, and whatever the Knights are using, I suspect that it may be a powerful artefact.
Despite our best efforts, the whispers grow louder. Soon, I hear distinct words of excitement, eagerly speaking to… someone else. They report the prey, us, and where we flee. They urge pursuers onward with promises of violence. Of blood. It maddens me because my best efforts could not slay it anymore than I could slay a musical note. We are pursued by echoes.
“Can we get any faster?” Phineas asks from behind me.
“I’m afraid not.”
“Then perhaps we should continue on foot.”
He is correct. We jump from our tired mounts and run instead, gaining speed at the cost of stamina. Our feet allow us to scale ridges and cut through the difficult terrain. We soon reach a slightly higher elevation, barely more than a hill, and I feel a gaze on the nape of my neck. I turn and I see them.
The Knights have come.
Octave is here, as well as Laestra and another lady I do not know. The last one holds a battle standard adorned with bloodhounds in russet colors. She is a tall, sharp woman with curly dark hair flowing freely to her shoulders. Our eyes meet and she smiles, baring fangs. A squad of masters follow them at a short distance. They all ride Nightmares.
Octave blows a mighty horn and they are off and after us. Nightmares are slower than running vampires. I know this for a fact. Somehow, I turn again at another summit and they are closer. The wind’s whispers grow frantic, eager. My gaze catches on the hound flag. It writhes in the darkness.
And then, as the lady brandishes it, it topples.
Something pulverized the entire midsection. I did not see what.
The unexpected attack throws the Knights in disarray. I am not sure what or who interrupted them, and I am not eager to ask. Our flight continues. So do the whispers. We rush over empty valleys and light forests, never stopping, never slowing down. I have never felt more liberated and scared at the same time.
When we crest another incline, I look behind to see that we have made some distance between us and our pursuers. I meet Octave’s gaze just as he dismounts. Ah, so this will soon be the end of the line.
We are really close now. So close that I can see the low mountains in the distance. Even the smell of sap and fresh water are just right, but I fear that our window of opportunity just vanished. As we pass by a small brook, I take out Rose to intercept a thrown knife.
“By the Eye,” Phineas says, “Laestra is already here.”
“To our left,” I reply, “now keep running.”
We sprint now, every smidgen of energy dedicated to keeping us moving. I am not sure why Laestra is the first to engage. I suspect that the two other lords are simply not in a hurry. Glints of silvery steel and angry glares flicker from behind thickets, the only hints I receive before three inches of enchanted blade follow. By some miracle I manage to deflect all of them.
“You are merely delaying the inevitable, you know?” I hear her say lightly from the shadows. “It can only end one way.”
The pressure of powerful auras increases on us. I feel the gaze of the lords on my back when we cross a field, but then there is another explosion and I hear the unknown woman swear.
“Are you doing anything?” Mannfred asks.
“No, are you?”
He shakes his head. Someone is helping us. A pleasant surprise. We are over fallow fields now, in open terrain. A village appears in the distance.
Just a little bit more.
“Ariane, I should…”
“Just to the village!” I scream at Phineas as he falters. He grits his teeth and accelerates one last time. He will not last much longer.
We pass some sort of boundary. I feel the invisible barrier, but I do not believe that anyone else has noticed. The sensation is too subtle. They do not have the proper essence.
“It will have to do,” I tell the others. We stop and turn.
Behind us, the three hostile lords slow down. Octave remains in the middle, with his close-cropped hair and heroically handsome face. He appears… weary. Laestra the Shade looks furious while the last one, the unknown woman, merely shows eagerness. She smiles and bares fangs when I inspect her.
Their aura smothers ours despite my best efforts to flare my own. Those are three old and powerful fighters, while we have three Masters and a newborn lady. The odds are not against us. They do not exist. Victory is impossible.
But just as Loth and Dalton taught me a long time ago, if all pieces are against you, flip the table. We just need to buy some time.
“So, this is it. I will admit that I am quite disappointed by your decision. At the same time, I understand it,” Octave says.
“What?” Jimena mutters.
“You, Jimena, the unyielding one, the honorable dunce, have acted exactly how I should have predicted. Once again, you have forgotten to keep a cold mind in service of your ideals. Instead, you acted on your anger and brought this not just upon yourselves, but on three others as well. You could have come to me and I would have reigned Marlan in. You could have gone to Laestra or waited until we returned to the fortress. You could have bent to better strike back. You did not. And now, here we are, with two officers murdered and our reputation in tatters. How the Dvor must laugh now, they who always doubted our professionalism. How your actions have proven them right.”
Jimena had arched her back, but that last jab woke something in her and she stands with dignity.
“I am more flexible than you think, Octave. I can adapt to plans, hide and retreat. I know how to manipulate and mislay, contrary to what you seem to believe. There is, however, one place where I will suffer no compromise, and it is corruption and deceit within our own ranks. Instead of blaming me, perhaps you should consider your own leadership. Marlan signed his death warrant the moment he let nepotism affect his judgement.”
“Perhaps I share a part of the blame for creating the situation that led you to a murder, which you decided to commit on your own, knowingly, against our rules. You broke us last night Jimena. Now, you must pay with your life. You have left us with no choice. There is, however, the matter of your accomplices.”
He turns to me.
“You could have disabled Anatole instead of killing him.”
“I see no point in giving a man who tried to kill me twice a third chance,” I retort.
“Our rules are clear. He would have died for his crimes.”
“According to said rules he should have been taken into custody the moment I accused him of murder, yet he was not. You will have to forgive me for not trusting the Order anymore.”
“You do not have to trust the organization but I hoped you would have trusted me.”
“You were not there. Marlan was,” I reply.
“Yes. And I will regret it to my last day, I think. You executed a fellow Knight. I would have averted my gaze if you had merely disabled him. I cannot since you killed him yourself. For what it is worth, I accept that a Devourer could not let such an offence pass. Although, my feelings on the matter are of no consequence.”
Masters appear from behind him, the same who were pursuing us. A full squad. Possibly from Vienna. They stop at a respectable distance.
“Can we get to the killing part already?” the unknown lady says.
“Quiet, Hilde. This is personal. Ariane, I will fight you myself when we are done here. As for you two, Mannfred, Phineas, you have technically abetted traitors. Considering the circumstances, I would accept your surrender and inflict a light punishment, following which you will simply be expelled from our ranks. A generous offer, I believe.”
Phineas bows elegantly, tipping an imaginary hat with a flourish.
“A generous offer indeed, my lord. Unfortunately, you cannot expel me from an organization I already repudiated. I may have more affinity for accounting than for combat, but when it comes to honor, you will not find me wanting. I refuse.”
The valorous fool.
“Mannfred,” I warn, but he shakes his head.
“I pursue excellence in combat not just as an end but also as a tool. You are in the wrong and you know it, Blade Master. Hiding behind rules only shows that you are more interested in saving face than in dealing justice. In life and death, I remain true to myself and my companions. I refuse."
Silence descends upon the flat land. We have been flaring auras for a minute or two now. I do not think that it will suffice.
“Unfortunate. I understand and accept your decision. I can only offer you a warrior’s death.”
The Masters step back and form a half-circle behind the three old ones. I face Octave. Phineas joins Jimena against the third lady, Hilde, after a last nod at Mannfred who is now alone against Laestra. We draw. We salute.
Octave lifts his fist and a long shape forms within. His soul weapon is a simple, unadorned sword with no marking, the most basic blade I have seen. It lets off an incredible pressure and I feel cold metal against my throat just looking at it. He points it at me.
“Magna Arqa.”
Everyone but Octave and me fade away. I find myself in a ghostly colosseum with shimmering blue walls. I can still see the others through the phantomatic apparition, though they look transparent and sounds reach me as if through water. Hilde and Jimena cross the surface like two wraiths.
“There,” Octave says, arms extended, “a fair battle. You and me with our weapons in a fight to the death. No cheap trick. No outside intervention. Just what I have always wanted.”
“You are a lord,” I remark, “not exactly fair, is it?”
“Not entirely, no,” he admits with a bitter smile. “I wish I could have trained you longer. We still had much to learn from each other. I am sorry, Ariane, but the time has come.”
I breathe deeply and let go of my worries. I shift my right foot in the illusory sand. I forget about my plans and my hopes and the others. I shed all of my concerns. I abandon my future. There is only the present. Only the killer facing me and the edge of his blade.
We jump at each other. I slap his sword aside, or try to. The weapon is deceptively heavy and quite sharp too. A quick exchange, and we lock blades. I aim a few blood bolts at his leg. I disengage. I do not draw the Big Iron yet. I only have five bullets left from our previous battles.
He charges again. I counter with a thrust, a series of lashes which he parries but then I feel more than see his stance shift and hit with all my strength. I push him back for an instant and create some distance again. Another assault results in a series of quick exchanges, following which I sidestep a thrust and back off.
“You know, it does not suit you to be so defensive,” Octave says.
He takes a step forward and holds his sword in a strange horizontal stance I have not seen before. He blinks once and breathes.
My instincts scream at me.
I throw myself back, vambraces aimed front and still feel an invisible slash dig through the armor into the flesh of my arms. I twist on myself to avoid the following bull rush, yet he still manages to punt me against the colosseum wall. The shimmering surface stops me. I somehow turn mid-air and kick it, meeting the follow-up head-on.
“Bind.”
Four chains erupt from my left arm. He steps back and cuts them down as they approach. I shoot him as his blade aims for the last one. Octave offers his side and blocks the first bullet with his armguard. The last chain latches on his arm. I pull and destabilize him just enough for the next bullet to lodge itself in his flank.
There is very little blood. Octave’s armor could slow down a soul blade. I should be flattered that he bleeds at all.
I attack. I use the ‘mirage’ spell, the one that deceives with a false strike, to drive him back. Strike strike strike, and strike again. I try every trick I know to break his rhythm, to overwhelm his defenses. He takes a few steps back and fights conservatively. His movements are economical, measured. He never wastes a single motion. I hate it. I hate that my efforts make no difference in this fight. He simply waits me out.
Octave weaves back and finally catches my blade as I attempt to rake his flank. I half-jump and half stumble to the side, hand on the cross of my gun knowing that it will not be enough, yet he does not strike me. He takes no risk. He has no need to. Blade to the side, he only has to use this opening to do that strange strike projection technique. I listen to my instincts. Left. Right.
Right.
I throw myself down and feel a few blond hairs being cut off. I crash heavily, try to right myself and stumble. I gasp in pain. My gauntlet and gun are on the ground, to the side.
Bastard took off my left arm at the elbow.
HURTS.
I stand anyway. I close the distance. He takes his time to dismantle my defenses. I am caught in the right thigh. I can barely move.
“Sorry Ariane. My hands are tied.”
No they are not, you asshole. And you still have both.
I wait for death, but the unexpected happens. Hilde’s ethereal form is thrown throughout the arena with something lodged in her gut.
I recognize it.
It is a massive arrow.
Octave’s Magna Arqa fades and he turns to face a new threat. I use the opportunity to take a look around. Mannfred is wounded but he still faces a frustrated Laestra. Broken knives lay at his feet. She holds a curiously curved shortsword in her hand. On the other side, Jimena and Phineas have fought Hilde to a standstill, with the Lancaster only showing superficial wounds.
As expected, Svyatoslav emerges from the forest at our side. He holds a bow as tall as himself as well as a curious, silvery glove. A barrel is strapped to his back.
“You should not have shown yourselves, Slava,” Octave greets, “I was willing to disregard a few arrows, but now you have appeared to face me.”
“I will not let you kill the only sister I have left, Octave. I will stop you.”
“I know that you will try. You lot, move in. Magna Arqa.”
The pair disappears just as my only sane brother flicks his wrist and three short arrows are suddenly knocked in his bow. They are wraiths to me, but the incoming squad is not. I clench my jaws to fight off the pain. Three of them engage me while the other two split up on the two other ‘duels’. I try to join Maffred to fight back to back but they manage to box me in before I can recover enough. I let a powerful axe blow slide against Rose and dive under a spear thrust. The bleeding flesh of my arm hits the ground and I hiss in pain. Not healing fast enough. No time to stop. I parry a sword attack and strike back. The axe wielder focuses on defense. I cannot overwhelm him. I am too tired.
For almost a minute, we fight a losing battle and I only manage to escape death by the skin of my teeth. I cannot even use spells anymore. My combat turns into a two on one fight where I must constantly maneuver to prevent the third warrior from reaching me. I am left with no opportunity to disable an opponent.
Mannfred breaks first. Laestra plants her blade in his shield arm and pulls. Black blood rains on the ground. It falls to his side, useless. In one smooth motion, she forces him to drop his sword..
The three Knights pull back and leave me a moment to see my friend’s death. Laestra seizes him by the throat and places her blade against his heart.
“Any last word?” she asks clearly in the moment of calm. I can do nothing but watch.
“Of course,” he replies.
Mannfred flicks his right wrist.
A tiny revolver pops out from the sleeve. The one I made for him.
He blows Laestra’s brains off.
The Shade trainer falls like a log.
“Try again.”
The Master helping Laestra jumps in shock, then moves to protect her body. He needn't have bothered. Suddenly, Svyatoslav’s unmoving form reappears at a distance, covered in wounds. Suddenly, Octave’s blade is lodged in Mannfred’s chest.
The valiant warrior spares a glance at the soul weapon of earth’s foremost duellist and smiles.
“Heh. Not bad.”
The blade goes up, through his heart. Octave pulls and slices, decapitating him. Mannfred is ash before he can hit the ground.
Octave salutes the body, and turns to me.
And freezes.
I can hear and feel it. The hooves of a massive Nightmare. An aura like no other. I turn as he approaches. I must look terrible, with the blood and the missing arm. I know that I brought death to his door. I know that his status as a soul smith may not protect him this time.
I know that he loves me.
“I am sorry,” I whisper.
Torran does not reply. He raises a hand and I feel its weight settle on top of me. He is… patting my head?
Pat pat pat. Three times. I am speechless. The grey-haired and grey-eyed lord looks at me tenderly, then his gaze travels up to the intruders. His expression morphs to one of pure rage.
He roars.
A massive titan of steel and stone takes one step forward and his colossal sword catches the three masters harassing me at the same time. Their broken bodies are sent tumbling on the field. One of them dies on the spot. The earth rises. Roots crawl up only to turn ethereal. Now he and Octave are locked in battle.
“Are you sure you have time to watch?” an amused voice whispers. I turn and block an attack from a vicious, barbed polearm.
Hilde has left her second to finish off a flagging Jimena. She is defending the body of Phineas. He lost his heart. Jimena did not manage to trigger her power, it seems. She is struggling.
The strength of the attack sends me careening through the air. I crash through the wall of a warehouse, now much closer than at the beginning of the fight. We have been pushed back to the edge of the village.
I sit up and spit straw. It smells of beast and ripe wheat in here. Hilde follows me in. The whispers that pursued us grow louder. They speak of my gruesome, imminent death. The raw bloodthirst I feel all around me leaves me tracked, trapped. Surrounded.
Suddenly, it stops.
“Not much fun that way. If only the old man had decided not to come, then it would have been a match. Laestra would have been more careful too. Ah, how should I kill you?” Hilde says.
By shutting up to start with. She is still smiling. Her eyes are very dark and her wild curly hair flutters in an invisible wind.
“You know, I admit to being impressed. You have a Lancaster, had a Roland. Another Devourer showed up. You were helped by Dvor and even now another dies to protect you. Quite the collection of followers! You must give some fantastic fellatios.”
“Not that. The others and I, we found ourselves to be of kindred heart,” I reply as I try to regain some strength. I feel myself giving ground. So tired.
“Kindred of heart?” she asks, amused.
“Yes. Integrity, self-improvement, a love for creativity and what makes life worth living. Letting others live and find their happiness. Those are some of the values we align on, not just for vampires but for others as well. It does not matter that Nami likes risk and sex and Torran loves organ music, we all found ourselves through the passion and respect we share towards worthy pursuits.”
Hilde stabs half-heartedly with her halberd. It takes all my remaining strength to block most of those attacks, and the last jab still hits my shoulder.
“How very cute. I wonder if sex and organs can save your lives now?” she mocks.
“You know, I think that is what conquest means to me. Not destruction and domination, but building something together with the people I respect, against all odds. It means to gather the tools to change the world instead of letting it change us. To build the homes and domains where we can be ourselves and where we can be safe. I will not reave the world searching for a promised land. I will build it myself.”
Another backhand blow slams me against the far wall. I use it to stay upright.
“You are into some niche shit, my dear. Very niche. I believe that some would call you pathetic and without ambition, while others would call you simple.”
“I do not need their approval. Quality is better than quantity for friendships.”
I dive under an arching strike and roll over a row of crates just before she reduces them to splinters.
“I really enjoy listening to people’s dreams before they die. It always amuses me to realize how many projects collapse because their architects bite the dust. The world is filled with ideas that withered and died because I killed the ones having them. It feels like pruning a tree of all its weak branches. Yours is the latest twig added to my collection. I am sorry to say that your little kingdom of happy philanthropists will fail because you simply did not have the strength to make it real.”
“I agree, Hilde. Power will give me the tools I need to accomplish my goal. Thank you for the chat. And goodbye.”
My vision turns purple. Roots as large as trees explode from all corners of the building, shredding everything like paper. The warehouse tilts into an abyss that was not there an instant before.
“Magna Arqa.”
And the world collapses.
Comments
Venalitor
155 - “I see no point in giving a man who tried to kill me twice a third chance,” I retort. - Should be 'thrice a fourth chance' unless she's purposefully misspeaking.
Basil Harpham
"Parry this you filthy casual"
RonGAR
I thought full-bred nightmares were tireless and run like the wind. Could run and run and run and never need a break? Yet, this chapter reads like, if you add one more person on its back, all those advantages go away... SMH
RonGAR
I just realized why I was so lost reading 156... I accidently skipped 155! LOLOL what a tool I am. LOL
Tehd11
And the crowd goes wild!
Thanks for the brilliant chapter, I'm liking Svyatoslav, he's just lonely :(
Hassanein Fadhel
Shit what a great chapter this was!
Name not found
Mannfred introducing the primitives to modern weaponry. Literally blows the the smug shade lady’s mind. What an epic death he had.
Please feeeeeeed us!
L Pedersen
*Scratches at the door while making yaowling noises* Please feeeeeeed us!
evyatar
Welcome to the party… i went through that as well a month ago
Paradox Grim
What a glorious cliff hanger to end my 30 chapter binge on :O
Alex
I was immediately looking to see if there was a higher tier. Cannot wait for the next chapter
Mecanimus
Ok, I admit it, it was a shonen moment.
riseris
The fact that an unrepentant killer that gets off on it like Hilde is part of the knights is really all that needs to be said about their current hierarchy.
Albedo's Ahoge
Excellent Meca. You definitely made a great chapter here. Thank you.
SunderGoldmane
I think you are on to something. I remember in the beginning when she discovered that she needed to “conquer” the revenants of her devoured victims and their statue would change so ive been thinking her devoured essence or her mind palace would have something to do with this magma arqa. It be cool if she acquired the kind of magma arqa that brought those echoes of her victims into the real world to fight and protect her.
SunderGoldmane
By the power of friendship!
jimi robert-jones
Given her speech I'm halfway expecting Ariane's Magna Arqa to bring her mind palace into the real world. Its the place that is undeniably hers, it is something she's worked to build from the very beginning, it contains the echos of her allies(and enemies) and is also full of thorns.
Fushi
BAN-KAI--- I mean... Magna Arqa!
Jason Bryant
BOOOOOOM!!! I CANNOT WAIT, GOD THE CLIFF!
Mai0e
Mate you are on a roll! So much fun
Idan tal
I need the next chapter pls.
Mecanimus
Magical girl?
Mecanimus
He was a real one
Mecanimus
More squees soon
Mecanimus
I usually change according to what people say in the comments
Mecanimus
Or maybe I am going for something else... hehe
Mecanimus
I believe it is called 'the hype'.
Blackmoon11
Please tell me her Magna arqa gives her an outfit change *fingers crossed for sexy pirate*
MacDB
Yooooooooooo!
Lictor Magnus
RIP Mannfred. You were a ride or die homie to the end.
RageBone
Marvelous. Squeeee! Oh wrong story. Woops.
Deinos
Bte I'm wondering if you wouldn't consider letting native speakers do a once over on your translations. Idk about the other languages but the german is very stilted.
Deinos
Heh I knew how the chapter would end once they reached daddy's compound.
Young Youghurt
So I know this is old thing (last chapter) but Ari's armour could be potentially recovered by sending a request to knights representative of America and if they refuse penalizing them for every night until they do so.
Kyle Pemberton
I can't wait a full week. I'm like a drug addict here, the ending was just so juicy.
Heraclitus
I wish there were an easy way to convey the high pitched keening sound that escaped my mouth as I read this chapter.
Mark
She gets more powerful the longer her opponent monologues.
Andrew
Thank you!
j0ntsa
Yeeees! And pls next chap up too
Enzo Elacqua
Finally!!!!! I’m so excited! If I could pay more to see this sooner I would!
Sassy
Oh shit! Battle Lady Ari! Now, we just have to figure out what tf her special ability actually does
Mecanimus
IT'S HAPPENING. So apologies there are typos but I didn't want to wait since I'm going to bed. I've been working hard to publish chapters quickly and the next one will come out soon, promise. I'm excited.
