For the first ti in my second life, I wake up in absolute panic. I cannot move, I cannot see. The presence of the sun weighs on my mind like a yoke. A deafening silence assails and deprives of even a limpet of information. I believe that my ti has co. I shall be stuck in limbo for all of eternity, finally punished for the murders and the greed and pursuing naughty activities with Torran.
It takes far too much ti to realize that it is, in fact, a normal and predictable state of affairs. I am underground.
Terror soon gives way to fear. I acted in desperation last night, and crawled underground as soon as I could. In truth, I should have waited until the last mont. That cur Anatole could have felt cast a spell and co to investigate, thus putting at his rcy. I may yet be a victim of the skeleton mages as they scour the land in fury. Any ti now, a bony knuckle will pierce the soil and grab like a doll before drawing up to a fiery demise.
It does not happen. A cursory inspection of my aura reveals that the glow is gone, dispelled, as it were. I am free of any mark. I am still wearing Nashoba's earrings, of course, I just would not bet on them over the power of the Eighth.
My worries dissipate under the smoldering embers of rage.
That mongrel.
That despicable, back-stabbing, oath-breaking son of a flaccid baboon. That lily-livered roach-brained overgrown scullion. That fucking asshole. I will skin him, dress him, then spit-roast him on a red-hot poker. Ugh!
How did he even do this? I distinctly rember taking the oath! It said:
"And finally, do you promise to protect and support your fellow Knights as if they were your own blood?"
Anatole cannot possibly have skipped this step.
I consider the question for a solid twenty minutes and find only two possible explanations. Anatole does not see as a fellow Knight, or that is how he treats his own blood anyway. This is the kind of risk and loophole one has to work with when forcing oaths upon vampires. It would still an that he went against the rules by knowingly putting in danger at the very least. He should be hurting right now. He will hurt much more when I get my talons on his sorry, flea-ridden hide.
Poor Jina must be worried that I have gone missing. I must be sure to find her soon.
Speaking of which, what should I do? How do I take revenge? Betrayal or not, I am still a Squire of the Order and I have a duty to let my hierarchy handle it. It ans joining my team and reporting the cri. Fortunately, more detailed oaths and interrogation can lure out the truth. I also believe that attempted murder on a fellow Knight should be punishable by death. While I would prefer to drain him myself, I cannot deny that there is a certain beauty in having the Order he swore to defend do the deed in my stead.
Bah, what am I even considering? I swore ten years of my life to those glorified thugs. I have to follow the law. To skew a mission to serve my own purpose is one thing. Breaking the laws for the sake of vengeance is another, a clear violation if there are any.
Once more, I am struck by the limits of oaths on vampires whose vision of the world differs from… Oh who am I kidding? The limits of oaths on morally ambiguous, backstabbing little pricks like Anatole. Truly, Constantine accomplished a miracle by creating laws both restrictive and specific, so that the manacles remain small yet inflexible.
My mind is wandering.
I find it hard to focus on any single topic, between my unpleasant circumstances, the anger in my heart and the sun above . What if Anatole obtained the blessing of his hierarchy to 'let an accident happen, should fate choose this path' or so other trite nonsense? What if this is a purge? No, I must focus. I am not so timid fledgling. These doubts serve no purpose. I will wait and I will find my way back, carefully. After that I will present my case.
Yes, this is an acceptable plan.
Now to ignore the moist soil pressing all over . Since I do not suffocate, the sensation does not lead to panic and a reflexive intake of breath. I just worry that so slimy worm might crawl into my nose by accident. That would be dramatic.
No, everything will be fine.
I just have to wait.
And wait.
Slowly, late afternoon gives way to early evening, and then, night. I feel its coming and burst with impatience, yet once the last rays of the radiant bane disappear, I do not explode out of the earth like a rabid mole. I allow the spell to carry to the surface and open my eyes as I lay on the ground. No aura. No strange sll. No suspicious light burning on the horizon. Only the normal scents of the forest grace my nose, though the stench of carrion is prevalent on account of poor Kurshu's remains left to rot under the sumr sun. After a few monts, and satisfied that nothing is actively tracking , I erge from the crumbling soil and sigh.
I am, of course, filthy.
With a heavy heart, I grab the body by my side and walk to find a path up. If Anatole made up so lie about the prisoner, it could work as proof. I would also like to bury him. He really tried his best in the pursuit of freedom, and it is a struggle I can sympathize with and deserves my respect. I can easily find my way back to the base under the brewery. I rely need to watch my step.
Kurshu's blood still sings in my core. He was… very close to human. It makes wonder how we can be so similar.
I walk to the top of the incline, keeping my guard up, and stop to take in the new landscape before . Entire parts of the forest have been torched. So are still smouldering quietly under the nightly breeze while columns of n bearing torches patrol the valley. An elevation blocks my line of sight so that I cannot see the exact state of the invader camp, yet the sentries wear native, mundane clothes. It appears that our foes were successfully pushed back.
I always knew that explosives were the solution. We just had to use a lot of it.
I shake my head and accelerate. If the humans can so freely tread the plains, then it ans that I only have the coming ordeal to fear. I retrace my steps back to the place where the shield stood and see signs of damage in the earth. It appears that our 'superiors' — and I am employing the term reluctantly — brought tools to help with their attempt. Co to think of it, I rember that soone ca to interrupt us, just before the last of the mages and my companions left. What did they say? I search my mory for the fugacious mont.
What was it?
Oh yes, sothing about evacuating and spreading out to limit the casualties. AFRAID. WEAK. I was right to ignore them. Now, to find them.
I keep going. I reach the outskirts of the abandoned village to see that it is occupied by the mortal army. I have nothing to tell them and so weave between groups to go on my way. They appear to have buried and burned the dead. I keep my guard up just in case sothing happens. After the ceaseless crisis of the past three days, I can hardly believe that I walked a few miles without anything actively trying to kill .
The first excitent of the evening occurs just as I leave the camp and feel a familiar yet troubled aura rush towards . I have never felt her so panicked. I flare my own in answer, and she swerves violently. A few monts later, Jina is in sight.
Then she slams into , and picks up under my armpits. Kurshu's body falls to the side.
Jina is a picture of grief and terror. Her normally stoic face is twisted and barely recognizable.
"It is you. Really you," she whispers.
"Yes."
I am pulled into a very, very tight embrace. Since Jina is on the short side, I end up with my head above and behind her shoulders while she buries hers in my armored bosom. I pat her awkwardly, and she sniffs in a way that makes feel sorry for being so dusty. When she finally puts down, I understand. Two red trails drip down her cheeks.
"I thought you were dead. I would have never ever ever forgiven myself. Ever. For sending you here."
She smiles despite her tears and grabs my hand. She guides one of my fingers to her cheek and I pick up a single sanguine droplet.
In my half a century of existence, I do not think that I had ever tasted vampire tears. The droplet lands on my tongue and fades away imdiately. It only leaves behind a vague, salty taste.
My heart gives a powerful thump and I lurch forward under the sudden onslaught of sensations. Worry clamps on my chest like glacial claws, soon followed by guilt. I left the one who trusted alone. Then I grieved because I killed her, I caused her death. The emotions explode in in a way that I have not felt since Nirari killed . They are full-bodied emotions that touch my chest, throat, mind, and soul. I gasp as they take and carry away. Joy and relief replace the negative feelings with a torrent of warmth and pleasure. I fall on a knee.
"Strong stuff, huh?" Jina sobs, "I still had to return the favor."
It takes a mont to understand her words, so moved and flustered I am. The foreign emotions linger and I feel flushed and alive. My heart is beating, and I have to breathe to feel whole. A distant part of acknowledges that this is an illusion, a phantasm of a world lost forever. The rest of cares not.
I once gave her my tears back in the vampire fortress an eternity ago. The circle is now complete.
It takes a little while for Jina to finally release . She sits heavily on a nearby stone and speaks in a low voice. She is still affected.
"After Anatole told us that you two were separated after the explosion, I feared the worst. I fell into slumber against my will knowing that you had most likely perished. I ran here telling myself that I was looking for your ashes, but I was lying to myself. I held onto that last tiny spark of hope that you had survived… and I was right. I imagine that you found a cavern of sorts?"
"No, I use a spell to subrge myself in dirt."
"Good, excellent. I forgot how resourceful you were."
She looks up.
"I brought you here thinking I could support you. Instead, I was ordered to pull out when we gave up on the wall. It was my fault to assu that the Order would allow personal feelings to matter. I failed you, Ariane."
"No, you followed your oath, as I expected. More importantly, Anatole and I were not separated. He tried to kill ."
Jina's mouth opens in utter surprise, then she stands up and rushes yet again.
"Are you… but how? How?"
I relay the events to her, including the detonation of the bomb and Kurshu's death. Jina's answer is imdiate and thunderous.
"Oh that little… He told us… Oh the spineless, honorless bastard. I will see him die for this transgression. We must away! I cannot rest while he dishonors the uniform."
I nod in understanding and pick up Kurshu's body again. We move fast now, needled by her mounting anger. I do not think that I have seen Jina truly furious before, but I do now. Her aura flares dangerously.
We reach the secret base in record ti, and find a group of Knights gathered before an armored carriage. They are loading supplies. Both Anatole and my team are there, as well as Marlan who supervises recruitnt and training back at Cloud Haven, the fortress. We have co upon the junior group.
I spare a glance at Jina to ask her how we should proceed. I need not have bothered. She struts down the main path with the fury of all the won ever scorned.
"Anatole, you stand accused of attempted murder on a fellow Knight. Yesterday, you waited until Squire Ariane was exhausted and pushed her off a cliff, breaking her body on the rocks below. You executed the prisoner Kurshu to avoid witnesses. You returned to us and claid that you had not 'seen' her and that you 'did not know where she went', twisting the truth through technicalities and half-lies. You are a betrayer, a coward, and a disgrace. Marlan, please take this man into custody."
I stand by her side in all my grimy glory. Phineas and Esray smile while team Aspen stands shocked, their gaze going from Jina's angry shape to a silent Anatole and back. Marlan turns to Anatole, voice cold and a look full of distrust.
"Anatole?"
"Squire Ariane is clearly out of sorts. I did not attempt to kill her."
Technically the truth since he left to die. I hate people like him. I could never say such a thing, because I would be betraying the spirit of the truth.
"You created a situation where she would be helpless under the sun, you motherless cur. Your sophisms will not save you now."
"Marlan, Jina and Ariane have clearly been under a lot of stress these past few days, and they are known, shall we say, excitable persons. I do not doubt that they believe their own words, yet perhaps Ariane's mories of the events are a bit skewed."
"We are also known to be honorable and Ariane is a Devourer with captured Rosenthal essence. She has a better mory than all of us combined. Pah, why am I arguing with soone who was exiled from Arica for unethical behavior? Marlan?"
The vampires have gathered around us now, their expressions cold but their auras uncertain. We form a circle with Jina, Marlan and Anatole at the center. Curiously, I have been swallowed by the circle with Phineas and Esray standing by my side and definitely defensive. The other team shows circumspection, however. Their support is not as unquestioning as I would have assud. In fact, the Vestal even shows signs of hostility.
It occurs to that Anatole might be a cunt, generally speaking. Not just with .
Marlan takes his ti to reply. When he does, his tone is slow and careful.
"Those are extrely grave accusations made against a Knight in good standing with an excellent track record in Europe. We will head back to base where the situation will be fully elucidated."
"Good. I will fetch the manacles."
"No manacles are necessary. Anatole is not under arrest."
I would be outraged if I were not so surprised and afraid. Jina's aura is flaring spectacularly and what I see of her face looks consternated.
"Marlan, he could decide to escape? Nevermind that, the protocol is clear. Soone accused of violation will be restrained, Manacles are too kind for him, he should be spiked and sealed in a sarcophagus!"
"Calm down, Jina, you are making a spectacle of yourself."
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"Like hell I am! This is a murder and a betrayal, Marlan! Can you please take this seriously?"
"You overreach. We will look into this troubling matter back at the fortress once emotions have had the ti to settle down. Anatole is, as I ntioned, soone who is in very good standing and has proven himself repeatedly in Europe where our organization has been present for a long ti. You bring very serious accusations and we will consider them carefully."
"Marlan, Marlan Marlan, you are not listening. This is murder. Murder!"
"I do not like your tone," the other man says as his eyes narrow.
"I am rely 'asking' you to follow the basic, Knight-recomnded, standard protocol when dealing with soone suspected of a grave cri. If it were Ariane in this situation, she would already be in chains at the bottom of so carriage."
"Yes, she would."
So Dvor Courtiers timidly erge from the nearby building to see what the fuss is about. As for , I do not dare speak. Fate stirs.
"Anatole has, I repeat, a record of success as a mber of our organization with the exception of the disputable Arican debacle. You will forgive if I take the accusations of a Squire with a grudge with a certain amount of caution."
"No, I will not forgive. Ariane has honor while Anatole was expelled for using the squad for his own purpose. I fought by her side many tis and vouched for her. I am vouching for her now. Marlan, follow the damn protocol."
"You have no right to demand, Jina," Marlan spits back. "Since she arrived, your Squire has been a constant disruption, going against tradition every ti she could. Giving her wild accusations consideration is already more than I feel is warranted."
Jina takes a deep breath. She feels ready to explode.
"This is not your call to make. We are Knights. We have rules and a code and one of those is that the accused must be restrained. You are the Knight hierarchy here, Marlan. Your action now will show what we really stand for. Will you let your personal feelings get in the way of proper protocol or will you do your fucking job?"
They are barely spitting in each other's face.
"You are out of line, Jina. You will obey the orders of the hierarchy you claim to respect or I will have you disciplined."
My sister takes a few steps back. Her expression is a glacial mask of distress and barely restrained anger.
"Do not do this, Marlan. Do not betray what we all stand for."
"I gave you a warning that you chose to disregard, Jina. You will surrender your armor and enter the carriage where you will stay confined until we return to the fortress for judgent."
"You are making a mistake."
"Will you comply?"
"You are making a big mistake."
Marlan takes a step forward, then another back.
Jina has materialized her soul sword, Justice. It now hangs in her hand, blade aid low.
"I did not join the Knights because I wanted to police the world. I joined because the Order embodied the values I thought should rule our society. Integrity. Honor. Justice. It has been a rough ride, and yet I have always been proud to count myself one of your numbers. It has changed in the past thirty years."
"Jina, you are mad. Drop your weapon. Now."
"You and a few others have allowed squad leaders to act according to their personal beliefs instead of according to the law. The mont you do so, you are no longer an impartial group fit to administer justice. You are rely one more piece on an overcrowded chessboard. So I am going to ask you one last ti, Marlan. Shelve your prejudice and your arrogance, and follow the rules you enforce yourself, or we will reach a tipping point. There will be no going back from this. Do your fucking job, or I swear on everything I hold dear, that I will do it for you."
We all take a step back and I consider drawing my blade, but we still stand on the edge and there is still a chance. Which Marlan imdiately throws to the wolves.
"I gave you a chance and still you defy and the Order. I will teach you discipline one heart at a ti if I have to, Jina. I will give you one last chance to regain your sanity. This is not insubordination. This is treachery!"
Oh, the fool. The fool! Jina swore already. It is done. Over. My sister still has not moved, however, and Marlan does not dare act first. How did it co to this?
"We all must decide what we stand for, Marlan. I saw a world of favors and nepotism. I saw a country destroyed by corruption and the banditry it led to. I saw the collapse of Society because n and won placed their own selfish interest above that of the common good. Because they committed cris that hurt a hundred for the profit of one. I will not stand for it. True justice is impartial. There is only one path to peace and it follows this simple rule. Fiat Justitia, Ruat Caelum. Let Justice be done, though the heavens shall fall. The Knights have failed to uphold their own rules. I repudiate you. I declare you in failure of your oath. Marlan, you sacrificed justice for peace. You will get neither.
"MAGNA.
"ARQA."
Jina's aura explodes. Its cataclysmic flare increases in power in re instants. It doubles, triples. It keeps growing. We are all forced back under the incredible onslaught of unleashed power. The arrogant lord is pushed back and draws his own soul sword to face the world's newest battle lady.
Jina's eyes blaze purple. She points her sword at Marlan and speaks with a voice like an angry chorus.
"YOU ARE JUDGED GUILTY."
A link forms between the two just as Jina's blade twists, taking a serpentine shape. One mont they are away, the next, Jina's blade is embedded deep inside Marlan's shoulder. Transparent wings spread from her shoulders.
"Magna Arqa!" he gasps. His body disappears and reappears a few feet away, wound not so much closed as denied. Jina does not care. She lays into him and smashes him against a nearby wall, scoring another wound. We are left behind. We are now spread across the factory's front yard. The Dvor Courtiers have decided to make themselves scarce.
Anatole is taking a few steps back. No one else has reacted yet.
I feel sha at hesitating. Of course, I know what I must do. It is the most natural thing in the world.
"I survived an attempt on my life by a fellow Knight, only for his superior to dismiss my claim. I declare the Order to be oath breakers. I renounce being a Knight and spit on their poor excuse for honor."
I draw Rose and take a step forward. I will fight by my sister's side against an army if I have to. I almost expect pain, yet the oath dissolves in my mind.
I am no longer a Knight. They have failed for the last damn ti, I will never allow soone else that much power over as long as I live.
"I have witnessed Knights betray the spirit of their oath, and will not associate with betrayers. I renounce the Knights."
Phineas winces in pain, yet he takes a resolute step forward. He pulls his thin sword from his sheath, waiting to see who will take sides. Esray also speaks.
"Knights are no better than the others. I spit on their treachery and reclaim my freedom."
Anatole manifests his sword and dagger and faces .
"Squad, we shall subdue the traitors!"
There is no ovation.
"Both sides are at fault and you most of all, Anatole. I withdraw myself from the conflict," his Vestal says. She leaves uninterrupted. The axe-wielder and the swordsman whose na I never bothered to learn take his side, but Mannfred does not. The progress-obsessed fighter picks his shield from his back and addresses his fallen leader.
"Can you realistically swear an oath that you did not allow Ariane to die?"
Anatole freezes, eyes calculating. Mannfred rely draws his own blade.
"I have my answer. I declare the Knights in violation of their oath and renounce them until they render justice. I have spoken."
"Traitor!" Anatole hisses.
"Honorless murderer!" Mannfred roars back, now all pretense at politeness forgotten.
The pendulum of destiny swings silently and we throw ourselves at each other.
Mannfred faces the axe warrior in a careful dance that shows how familiar they are with each other. I rush Anatole.
Fifty years ago, I was a small young thing and watched him and Suarez perform the dance of death. They had amazed with their deadly precision. Since then, I have learned its steps too. Twenty years ago I may have struggled.
I wound him on the third exchange, easily reading through his feint and catching him in the stomach.
"You had to go too far."
I point my gauntlet without looking and unleash a binding spell at the sword wielder's back. I hear a snarl and a scream, abruptly cut. I parry his next attack, smash the dagger aside and rip part of his throat open in the sa backswing. He glares. I smile.
"Just like last ti."
I drive him back, scoring wounds on his legs by using my superior range. Anatole and I have never sparred, but I have faced many swordsn before. He has never faced soone like .
"Nashoba was right, you are a false prince."
I sever a foot and shove Rose in his shoulder.
"All looks, no substance."
He still fights when I pin him down on the ground, when I push his arms away. He only stops when my fangs latch on his ruined throat.
Anatole tastes like diocrity and a long-overdue debt. He falls to ash. Nashoba is avenged. The architect of my suffering is dead.
I feel strange. I would have expected revenge to taste sweeter, yet this ti Jina unexpectedly stole the spotlight. She is still laying into a massively outclassed Marlan, who has only lasted so long because he periodically blinks away with one less wound. The fight on our side is over with the two masters disabled. We gather and watch Jina finish the job. At so point, Marlan tries to escape. The light binding them shortens then, and Jina delivers the coup de grace. Her sword skewers the man's heart and the follow up sends his head flying. Soon, only ash remains.
So.
Yes.
As the sounds of combat die down and Jina's power dwindles, I am assailed by the realization that we just killed two mbers of one of the most dangerous organizations in the world in cold blood.
This might be… suboptimal.
"Did you really have to kill them?" Mannfred asks, nonplussed. To be fair, it did not even occur to to leave Anatole alive.
"He tried to kill three tis over a period of fifty years with minimum interactions in between. Why would I ever let him have another chance?"
Mannfred nods grudgingly while Jina stumbles back to . She looks exhausted, much more so than any other lords I have seen deploying their Magna Arqa. I suspect that the first trigger might be special. That would explain why she rrily trounced an experienced warrior.
"I may have been hasty," she finally declares as the reality of our action settles in her mind. Why yes, we could have followed the proper chain of command and simply complained to Octave, however we ran the risk of being discredited, have more attempts on our life or Anatole simply fleeing, which would have perhaps hurt his essence but not killed him.
"It is done now. Where are Octave and the others?"
"In Krakow proper, participating in a celebratory banquet. Experiencing the local flavor, so to speak."
There are Dvor Courtiers gaping at us. I do not doubt that a ssenger is already on its way.
"We must run as fast as we can. The Knights will kill us without doubt for slaying one of their own. I will get the rest of my gear from my quarters. I suggest that you do the sa."
"I will not join," Esray says. "You are too human. I will return to what I trust."
"Then good luck to you," I tell her with no resentnt. She was here when it mattered. Her fate is her own.
Esray nods and turns into a wolf. She is gone in monts while we rush in and recover whatever we can. I have one powder charge remaining. It might prove useful.
My Dvergur armor is lost to now. I will never recover it from the Cloud Haven Fortress.
We reconvene at the entrance and I ask the others to follow .
"We are heading south west. Quickly."
And we are off. Jina clearly suffers from so ntal exhaustion, yet she is still the fastest on account of her newly found power. I wish we could celebrate her ascension.
We leave the city behind and ride into the wilderness at full speed. Once we are far enough away, I call tis and Jina calls her Nightmare. The proud creatures allow us another rider although I can tell tis does not like it one bit. Fallow fields soon give way to more fields, then to lost villages and forested areas. We never slow down.
I take a few monts of introspection to accept in my heart that we are most likely done for. We are days away from the nearest port. Soon, we will be pariahs in every court of the continent. The situation is disastrous.
"I am sorry," Jina says, eyes clouded, "I think I killed us all. Now they will try to make an example out of us."
"You acted with conviction, Jina. Sotis, you have to accept bleak odds if it ans reminding the other side that they cannot act with impunity. In a way, I feel better now than yesterday," I reply truthfully.
"I forced your hand."
"You did not. I could have let Anatole run."
"I agree with Ariane. You only know if you are a person of principles when holding them proves inconvenient," Mannfred says.
"Out of all the causes to die for, Justice is a worthy one," Phineas adds.
Jina takes a mont to digest our words, then she gives us one deep nod.
"Thank you."
After that, we no longer speak. The Nightmares are fast but the additional weight seems to tire them despite their imnse strength. Mannfred finally decides to drop from Jina's saddle and run by her side.
"Better for the two more dangerous fighters to keep their strength."
Phineas soon mirrors him and we pick up speed again. This will exhaust their essence and make them thirsty, yet I do not object. We must create as much distance between the rest of the Knights and us as we can.
The race continues for an hour or two. At first, I think that we have succeeded but I realize that I am mistaken when my instincts scream. I flash Rose and deflect a thrown knife coming right at tis. A shape flickers in a nearby thicket.
"What was that?" Phineas asks.
"That was Laestra," Jina groans, "the Shade expert."
Ah yes, the trainer. They are already on our trail. Jina takes out her blade and artfully deflects another knife.
"She is trying to delay us. Keep going," I say.
I know that Laestra has access to a lot of interesting tools. We are lucky that she had to co at us unprepared. I still almost scream when the light wind produces the slightest whistle in front of us and I cut a wire before tis can hit it. I deflect another knife imdiately after and destroy it. Laestra runs and hides at the edge of our field of vision. She is taunting us. Sotis, I catch a dark, furious glint in her brown eyes. It cos with a sneer when I hear the first sounds of pursuit, a low drum of hooves on packed earth. We are hunted.
"They will dismount and accelerate when they get close enough," Jina says.
"How can they be so fast?" Phineas moans. He is still running at full speed.
"Nightmares go faster the more of them there are," I reply, rembering the charge at Black Harbor. We will not lose them.
I feel the tug of fate. My intuition is pushed to overdrive since death hounds our steps, and I know we have a way to create distance. It is simple really, and has the added benefit of teasing Jina. I keep my nose to the wind and lead us onto a road as soon as we co across one.
"What are you doing?" Jina hisses.
"Finding us a diversion."
She grunts in assent, then her expression turns to worry, then naked terror when she catches the scent I have been searching for.
"Ariane, no."
"Ariane yes."
"It will not go well!"
"It will go exactly the way you think it will."
We rush into a sleepy village, finding large wooden barns near the main road. I dismount and grab a pair of lanterns from the local tavern's front door.
"What are we doing?" Phineas asks with terror.
"You are running, and I will give you the opportunity to do so. Go. Now!"
Jina is the first to run away. I turn and see a great mass of Knights entering the road behind . I do not hesitate and throw the lanterns at the feet of several of the barns, setting them ablaze. I launch my powder charge as well.
Yes.
This will be… glorious!
The group of Knights slows down. I see Octave, who looks unusually cold, Laestra, and the full squads. He brought everyone. They stop as I raise my hands to the sky.
"Squire Ariane, you—"
"ENTROPY CANNOT BE STOPPED!"
Everything happens at once. The powder charge explodes, sending burning planks and embers flinging through the air. Humans scream in terror, while behind , a hundred terrified squeals of agony turn the village into a particularly heinous circle of hell. Incendiary swines crash through doors, walls, and people while the vampires try and fail to keep their mounts in control. A master is impacted by an inexplicably airborne specin and is sent careening into his companions. Chaos spreads unfettered. I laugh maniacally and disappear into the darkness.
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