She-Who-Whispers calls her ho a palace. She isn't wrong.
Her ho is the highest shard in Isthanok. It floats above the city like a mirrored citadel, though with far less regal majesty. Instead, it's a ss of silver fragnts that spike into the air, like debris from a teorite strike caught and frozen mid-explosion.
I'm not sure what that says about her aesthetic sensibilities. Maybe She-Who-Whispers is making a statent, living in what looks like a frozen disaster dangling over all of Isthanok.
Getting up there is, fortunately, much easier than it looks. Miktik leads us to a shrine hidden near the borders of Isthanok; it's a small structure with an open roof that's guarded by two silverwisps. Neither of them say a word when I greet them, instead stepping aside to allow us entry, and inside...
I grimace. Inside is a stained glass floor that depicts She-Who-Whispers in decor that looks alarmingly religious. It's a beautiful work of art, certainly, but my questions about the silverwisp Trialgoer are only growing.
Small motes of light glow beneath the stained glass floor. They flare with occasional brilliance, lighting up different sections of the image and painting the walls in a dazzling array of colors.
I'm a little tempted to activate Color Drain, just to ss with the ostentatious display, but I don't.
That's for a future loop.
For now, we step onto the center of the floor as Miktik directs, and the motes of light beneath the floor suddenly flare as one I feel a surge of Firmant co from sowhere, and the four of us are all launched through the ceiling and towards the palace.
Tarin yelps and flaps his wings awkwardly, trying to control his ascent and only really managing to spin in circles. Ahkelios clings tightly to my hair. Miktik... soars through the air about as gracefully as she can, and I do my best to mimic her. As long as I'm not trying to fight the current of Firmant, it's actually pretty easy to maintain my balance.
A few minutes later, we land at the feet of the stairs that lead up to the palace, miles up in the air.
I just stare disbelievingly at the steps ahead of us. "She couldn't have designed that to send us to the top of the stairs?"
"Trust , don't ask her about it," Miktik says tiredly.
"Next ti I fly up here!" Tarin squawks indignantly. I look over at him and stifle a laugh; his feathers are puffed up awkwardly. He looks like he's had the bird equivalent of a bad hair day.
"It'll probably be easier," I agree. "Co on, let's go."
Power play or not, making it up those steps is pretty trivial with Crystallized Strength to enhance my leaps; I just get Miktik to climb up onto my shoulders before I go. I try not to react to the feeling of fourteen legs digging into my back, and before long, we're standing before the enormously tall front doors.
They open automatically as soon as we make it close enough, fortunately. I'm not sure my Strength skills would let open that thing without just breaking off the lower portion of the door.
"Welco, dears."
I nearly jump. She-Who-Whispers' voice curls around us, a quiet whisper that fortunately doesn't carry the sa weight of Firmant that her commands do. At the sa ti, as I flick my Firmant sense outwards and expand it, trying to grasp the flow of Firmant in this place...
My brows furrow. Firmant bounces off the walls of the palace, reflecting and refracting off different facets of not-glass and growing stronger as it does. More than that, it all seems to be moving in distinct, purposeful directions; there's a current of Firmant leading up, and another one leading down.
I don't know what this ans yet, but this is almost certainly intentional.
"Do co on up. Your gift is ready."
That whisper cos with an edge of command in it. It's not just a whisper; it's a Whisper, backed and multiplied by the power of the Interface. There's no reason for her to use it here except as a show of force, and I grit my teeth in annoyance.
Void, I command. The Inspiration is still dozing within , apparently full from its last al; it hasn't even completely digested the last fraction of Firmant it ate from the Whisper command. That suits just fine. If she's going to keep doing this, I'm going to collect samples of her Firmant.
Let's see exactly how this Whisper works.
It takes a bit of coaxing, but the Void eventually reluctantly gives up what small piece of the first Whisper it still has, and then sets about eagerly devouring this new, second Whisper. The two pieces of Firmant don't feel exactly the sa, but it's hard for to pinpoint exactly what's different about them. I tuck the fragnt of the first Whisper away in a pocket of my own Firmant.
I'll do the sa with the second Whisper once the Void's had ti to digest.
The rest of her Whisper still coils around in agitation. The Void is able to only peel off a fraction of Firmant, just as before; I'm just as subject to her so-called punishnt as I was before the Void ate away at it, and I'm starting to feel it constrict around .
Miktik is giving a worried look. "We need to go," she says.
"Right, right." The grip of her Whisper eases almost as soon as I take a step forward towards yet another flight of stairs. This one, at least, is not nearly as long.
She-Who-Whispers sits at the top of her palace. It's an odd look for her she projects an image of dainty, delicate woman, sitting atop a throne of glass but the throne is enormous, and the juxtaposition with the kindly look she wears is jarring.
And next to her... The sight almost makes stumble. It is the sa automaton that attacked back in the Fracture, or if not that one then one that looks exactly like it. It's the automaton that caused Anomaly 006 to trigger almost ninety days early.
It's docile right now, kneeling next to She-Who-Whispers. Like it's a knight, and not a terrifyingly powerful robot. I've co a long way since I last fought it, but...
"You made it," She-Who-Whispers says, smiling as if she didn't use her Whispers to bring us here to begin with. "As promised one of my soldiers to lend to you. The Fracture is a dangerous place, as you well know; I am afraid you will not survive an expedition into its depths without assistance."
"I feel like this is a little too much," I say, feigning a polite, respectful dip of my head. "I'm sure Isthanok needs its services more than we do."
"He is more than capable of doing both," She-Who-Whispers says, smiling beatifically. The emphasis on he makes blink. It... he's alive, then, and there's so level of attachnt she feels towards him. "This is just one of his many bodies. Do not worry."
"My na is He-Who-Guards," the automaton says, getting up from his kneeling position and bowing towards instead. I frown slightly. The sa naming sche as She-Who-Whispers, despite him not being a silverwisp. There's the sa flow of Firmant towards the core in his chest that I rember from our first encounter; just like before, it flickers strangely, a patch of multicolored Firmant appearing buried deep within the purple.
It vanishes just as quickly as it surfaces. It almost reminds of soone that's drowning.
"You may call Guard," the automaton adds. He doesn't show any sign of recognizing , at least. He steps forward to stand beside , and I try not to flinch away from him. "I will ensure that your journey into the Fracture is safe."
I consider this for a mont.
I don't think there's any way to avoid bringing Guard with without She-Who-Whispers catching on, and I'm not certain that I want to. Sothing about Guard triggered the Anomaly early, and if I bring him with , I might find out what that is. He'll quite obviously spy on for She-Who-Whispers, but that gives an opportunity to feed her false information, and learn more about her in the process.
I can work with this.
"Thank you," I tell She-Who-Whispers, and then I turn to Guard. "And you as well. I'm worried about Rotar, so any help is appreciated."
"Of course," She-Who-Whispers says grandly. "Now, I really must talk to Miktik about my next order. Leave with Guard, will you?"
The last sentence is said as a Whisper, and I notice the way Miktik flinches. Just slightly. It shows up as the smallest tremble in her legs, the slight droop of her antennae. She doesn't say a word to us, keeping herself oriented straight ahead and towards She-Who-Whispers, and it occurs to rather abruptly that sothing is deeply, deeply wrong.
No. Not abruptly. This is a Premonition.
Shit.
Ahkelios, I think urgently. The bond between us is sothing I haven't used to communicate with him before at least, not in the form of words and it's not sothing I'm able to do now, either. What Ahkelios receives is more of a jumble of impressions; Miktik, urgency, separation. We haven't tested the new limits of Temporal Fragnt since his upgrade, and now seems as good a ti as any.
She-Who-Whispers hasn't figured out that Ahkelios is anything more than just a decoration yet, sohow. He's excluded from her Whisper. He doesn't have to leave.
"Here," I say, taking him off my head and placing him on the back of Miktik's shell. "For good luck."
This is really going to stretch the limits of our bond.
Guard follows as I start heading down the steps, feeling for the tightening of the Whisper's Firmant with every step I take. When I reach the bottom of them, I feel the Whisper fade away entirely, and I breathe a small sigh of relief. Ahkelios hasn't snapped back to yet. The range expansion is sothing we'll have to test in more detail later.
"You are stopping," Guard notes. "Is sothing wrong?"
"Nothing," I say dismissively. I glance at Tarin, who's looking back up the steps worriedly. "Just need a break. Stairs are my mortal enemy, and this place has a lot of them."
"Your mortal enemy?" Guard sounds curious.
"They're exhausting to climb," I deadpan. "The absolute worst. Trust , you're better off without muscles and lactic acid buildup."
The strangest thing happens, then the robot chuckles. It's a strange, unnatural sound, and it cuts off just as suddenly as it begins; once again, there's the strange distortion of Firmant in his core. "What was that?" I ask.
"It was nothing," Guard says dismissively. "Do not worry about it."
Right. I let it slide, but my mind keeps churning.
Whatever that was, it's definitely not nothing.
Ahkelios kept himself as still as possible, which was a lot harder than Ethan seed to think it was! His Firmant body was hard enough to keep perfectly stable at the best of tis, and it was even worse if he had to pretend to be an ornant. He was pretty sure it was safe for him to move a little; it wasn't like he'd stayed completely still when he was with Ethan before in the presence of She-Who-Whispers, but he felt like he needed to be careful. He didn't want to be dismissed before he found out what was happening here.
And sothing was definitely happening. She-Who-Whispers' attitude changed completely almost as soon as Ethan and Tarin left the room; sothing about her beca colder, and icy Firmant crept out from beneath her feet.
"So, you found a Trialgoer," She-Who-Whispers said. "And when were you planning on reporting that to ?"
"As soon as Miktik could!" Miktik said. Ahkelios was pretty sure she was lying; she was doing that thing again, slipping into third person. "Miktik was still with them when you arrived! I didn't have ti to report it yet."
She-Who-Whispers looked Miktik up and down. "Your delay should have burned you quite badly," the Trialgoer mused. "But you seem fine. Did you find a way around my little trick?"
Miktik spread her mandibles to answer, but a sudden increase in Firmant pressure stopped her; she struggled to even gather the breath to speak, and Ahkelios felt the Firmant of his form slowly destabilizing. He tried to hold on. Whatever was about to happen was important, he could feel it.
"Don't bother answering. I'll figure it out myself," She-Who-Whispers said. "Tell everything."
That was a Whisper, Ahkelios knew. He couldn't borrow Ethan's senses without him here, but from the way Miktik shook, he could tell it was wrapping itself around her. She didn't speak, still, though her entire body trembled with the effort.
Sothing underneath her sparked and died. Ahkelios caught a brief glimpse of it; a triangular piece of tal, glowing red hot with Firmant.
Then Miktik's plating began to burn, and Ahkelios winked out, dissipated by the force of the Firmant roaring through the room.
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