Master of the Loop Chapter 117: Undue Wrongs

Chapter 117

Undue Wrongs

Sylas and Agnes sat side by side, their heads deep in the tos of history, sighs of exasperation echoing out more frequently with each passing minute. They had been at it for weeks now but to no avail. Nothing new or of note was uncovered and discovered, and despite everything, Sylas was unable to connect any of the dots he had been fed.

Through no to did he hear a ntion of Imporiums Cairn or Calibrium or Godly Chains or Soul Arts or anything indicating a form of Ascendance. One thing he could confirm was that the Anur family was likely a remnant of the fallen Empire, either partly or in its entirety. And though it was a bombshell of the revelation, seeing as it was one of the most respected and powerful houses of the Kingdom that could likely start a rebellion at any point, it did not point toward any of the overarching, magical narratives.

Agnes was in the sa bind--she, similarly, had never heard of the phrases and the words, and was even more in the dark when it ca to nobility as her forte, so to say, was in the arts of magic and very niche and fringe pieces of knowledge.

In fact, Sylas had already toured through the most knowledgable minds in the castle--Valen, Ryne, and Derrek knew nothing either. And though he didnt ntion Anur House, it was quite telling that even soone like Derrek was entirely unaware of the concepts.

This ant one thing--those secrets were rooted in the founding of the Kingdom. Beyond just the shallow, surface-level confrontations that played out for all to see, there were secrets that ran through the veins of reality, virtually carved into sothing invisible to most.

He took a peek at that depth but it ant little since he was unable to make sense of it. Though he could try and extrapolate and form conclusions, rather than helping him, it could only do harm as it had the chance of forming biases toward which hed naturally gravitate when looking for answers.

Gaaah, eventually, he pushed back and grunted, standing up and walking away from the desk. He poured himself a cup of wine and walked back, seeing that the Prophet was still hung over the to. Got anything?

Other than the fact that whoever wrote these books had never heard of the word fun? No, nothing, she replied, pulling back as well and stretching. Are you sure you didnt just mishear or misrember those words? Ive co across things like Godly mories. Maybe you ant that? she joked.

Ive a feeling that all these answers lie with the true core of the Kingdom--the royal family, he said, sitting down. Ive contemplated for a while that Valens banishnt this far out was intentional for one reason or another. Queen Lea being from Anur House, especially, solidifies sothing--there is a secret about both the founding of the Kingdom as well as the war with the Empire that stood here that will likely change how we look at things entirely. Now, I just dont know whether the Queen is being used to tie down the King, or whether its the simple matter of keeping each other in check... but we wont get those answers this far out. Im just surprised your gods arent telling you anything since they have to be involved with this sohow.

What stuck with the most, she said. Is you ntioning how your Way can harm whoever he is, while most others cant. Why do you think that is?

I dont know, Sylas shrugged. I dont think its particularly different. Its basically just a derivative of the Orders Way. Also, its not just my Way--its a combination of two.

Right, the Heartseeker and yours, she nodded. Maybe thats the key? As far as I can tell from all this reading, Ways are acts of defiance--ans of using sothing which effectively doesnt belong to humans. Maybe there are so limitations there? I an, though Gods arent all-powerful, theyre still extrely strong. I dont think theyd just sit by and let it happen.

Theres sothing Ive been aning to ask you, he looked at her. I keep hearing and reading about Gods influence on the world... but I havent seen a clear example still. Even you, soone directly tied to a deity, are just a conduit. You cant make any true change past the human limitations.

... whats your point? she asked, frowning.

"," he said. "I'm the point. Not my Way or any of that shit--but my effective immortality. It's clear that the Gods are aware of it--aware of . This begets two possibilities--either they are responsible for this... or are entirely incapable of interfering. And, if I'm being honest, I'm leaning toward the latter one."

Why? she quizzed.

You.

Huh?

How our realities are bent, Sylas elaborated. You were aware, basically from the get-go, that you were tied to them. ? Nothing. Not once was there ever an indication they were sohow behind all of this. If anything, it was the opposite. The more I read about things and look at them from the outside seeing in, the more it seems to that whatever influence gods have on this world at the mont is very soft.

It ans that they cannot directly interfere--they cant just send a magical wind down here and cut down a person or two. Their influence is entirely relegated to, well, their delegates--naly you and in extension others similarly tied to them. However, the scenario surrounding is an extrely direct influence--its effectively bending the laws of nature and reality to the point of creating a loop of ti and space.

What about my luck, though? she suddenly asked. Isnt that direct interference?

"Possibly," he sighed. "I don't know. I just desperately want to make sense of things... but I can't. Everything is so goddamn convoluted and fucked. Another question now is how any of what we've just learned ties in with the plight of the dead. Is it really so simple that Anur House is brokering a deal with the dead in order to weaken the Kingdom for an eventual coup d'etat? Is that why the King sent Valen here? As ans of preserving lineage or creating an anti-force? Then what the fuck am I doing here? Did gods send to assist him? What about you? It can't all just be a coincidence. No way."

... theres another possibility, she said suddenly.

Which one?

That its the Immortals, her expression turned strange. They are known to occasionally interfere. Never to this degree, obviously, but if anyone besides the Gods has this kind of potential influence... its potentially them.

... maybe, Sylas sighed yet again, having to admit that it was just as much of a possibility as any other. Im more curious about the world at large.

World at large?

Beyond this Kingdom, beyond this peninsula. All of these tiny chunks seem too centralized to this place. What about the rest of the world? What the fuck are they doing?

I dont know, she admitted. Ive had so dreams before of places beyond, I think.

Really? Like what?

There was one about a maiden ship, she said, resting her head against the desk while a depressed and dark expression fell on her pale face. I wasnt able to see the full na, just Dream. n and won aboard the ship were... unfamiliar.

How?

"Their skin," she said. "Was dark. Like obsidian. I've never seen neither a man nor a woman with obsidian skin in the Kingdom. Plus, they spoke in a language I couldn't understand. Their ships, too, seed different--they were outfitted with strange gems and tals and contraptions I've never seen before. Truthfully, I've only ever seen a ship or two myself, but I've seen them occasionally in my dreams, and most were ordinary, wooden sails."

... Sylas listened to it keenly, so of his curiosity sated. What happened to them? People on the ship, I an.

A beast attacked them, she said. A snake-like thing with wings of a bird. It ca at them during a night and sunk their ship. I... Im sorry. I find it difficult to describe.

Dont be, he smiled. Im interested in more. If you are willing to share.

Really? she looked at him.

Of course, he nodded. You might not be the best storyteller around--

--hey!!

But at least the stories you tell are fun. Well, not fun fun. Depressingly fun, I suppose. Like mine.

... I have thousands, she said. I rember all of them.

... shit. Its a miracle youre barely more fucked up than I am.

"In what reality is that even remotely true?" she grunted, rolling her eyes and sitting up. "I am sound of mind and of a beautiful body. You're neither."

Ive seen you stare at my body, he grinned. Lips say one thing, but the tongue that licked em spoke otherwise.

What?! I never licked anything!

Oh, so you did stare?

Dammit.

Ha ha ha, its fine, its fine. Ive stared too, dont worry.

Haaah...

Anyway, stories. Give more stories. Maybe theres sothing in em to make sense of sothing at least.

"I doubt it," she shrugged. "But fine. Another one... is about a strange structure in a desert. It was shaped like a tip of a pike and was built on top of the sandy surface out of sandstone. In my dream, it was ho to so kind of a priest order--I recall them wearing ornate robes with a cut fra, where won's breasts were exposed."

Oh, damn.

And where none of the n were like you, she scoffed. And were prim and proper gentlen.

Dont worry, they touched themselves well enough in private.

... you really do assu that everyones like you, dont you?

I dont, he shook his head. Im just taking blind jabs, seeing what gets a rise out of your cheeks.

While they were holding so praying ceremony, she elected to ignore him and continued the story. The temple, I imagine, was raided by so armored n riding strange horse-like creatures, though they were scaled, long-necked, and had eight legs in total.

In total across all animals or...?

"Per one animal! What do you an across all animals?! There were like forty of them! What? Did each animal have a quarter of a leg to use?!!"

... what the fuck? Thats what gets a rise out of you? Sylas looked at her strangely. Man, youre one strange, morbid creature.

Takes one to know one.

... you just hurt yourself more than . You do realize that, right?

Shut up. I spoke in the heat of the mont. I didnt an it.

Sure, sure. So, these quarter-legged animals ca carrying quarter-cocked n--sorry, sorry, please dont leave! Im just ssing around! Ill be silent! Ill seal my lips shut! Just keep telling the stories! Hey, Agnes? You most beautiful thing wont you...