Millennial Mage Nove Chapter 451: Isn’t the Worst

Chapter 451: Isn’t the Worst

Tala, Rane, and Terry stood together at the edge of the forr site of Arconaven, side by side once again beneath the stars.

Rane and Terry had reached the center and stayed there for a bit while Tala and Alat recorded what was happening all around the two. They had then co back to Tala, allowing her to collect her iron along the way.

At the mont, Rane was considering her with an intense gaze even while she was looking toward the north. Finally, Tala broke the montary silence, “What is it?”

“You advanced.”

She grinned. “That I did!”

“You advanced a lot.”

Her smile widened. “Good of you to notice.”

He sighed, but his smile was still impossible to hide. “Every ti I think I might be getting ahead of you, you surprise .”

“Hey, you wouldn’t want to dominate

would you?”

He gave her a look, blinking a few tis. Then, he said quickly, his tone sounding a bit scandalized, “No! No. Of course not… What do you even an by that?”

“I an, you wouldn’t want to leave

in the rust while you reach Paragon without . Right?”

“No, never that.” His smile returned, full of warmth. “So, what now? What do you need?”

Tala frowned. “Well, I think I corrected my mis-thinking, but… I think I can learn sothing from ruins. Are you up for checking out another? The previous Marliweather is just north of here, right?”

“Sure.” He shrugged, agreeing easily. “I’m happy to go there with you. A bit to the west, but yeah, mostly north of here.”

Tala smiled. “Good, that’s the plan, then.”

Terry shifted on his feet, still perched on Rane’s shoulder.

That drew her attention. “Terry?”

He gave a mournful whistling chirp, looking to the north.

“What is it?”

He looked down, shuffling his feet again.

Tala considered for a mont, then it ca to her. “You ca from up north, didn’t you?”

Terry bobbed in affirmation.

“It wasn’t around old Marliweather, right?”

He shook himself, clearly indicating a no.

“Further north than that, right?”

He bobbed again.

Tala and Rane shared a look, then Rane stroked Terry’s head, the avian leaning into the touch.

Tala smiled. “Do you want to swing by where you ca from?”

Terry stiffened slightly, but then, after a long mont, he bobbed his affirmation. He let out a long, mournful trill before hunkering down and closing his eyes, clearly indicating that he wanted to end the discussion there.

“Alright. To old Marliweather, then north, on toward…” She hesitated, clearly unsure of which city ruin lay there, what would be their destination.

Rane cleared his throat. “Manaven was north of there. There’s another in between, a bit to the east, but I’m not sure how much help that one will be, and it doesn’t seem like that’s where Terry is looking.”

“Thank you. To old Marliweather, then north, on to old Manaven!”

-I could have told you that information.-

Sure you could have, but you didn’t have to because Rane already knew it.

-Fine…-

* * *

Tala, Rane, and Terry took to the plains once again, running, leaping, and flickering through the night, heading north and a little west toward old Marliweather.

Terry did take a bit of ti to divert and hunt on their way, but there weren’t too many arcanous creatures along the direct path.

They did see so rather fantastically large herds though, moving in the middle distance to either side of their corridor of travel.

Tala actually paused at the top of one of her arcs, reducing her effective gravity even further to simply glide along as she stared in wonder at one particularly large herd.

It was like watching a cluster of islands moving, large beasts in groups of fifty to two hundred, shifting around each other in one ga-herd in the gray light of early morning.

The sight was formidable, and sothing about it even gave Terry pause, the terror bird giving the mass of normally prey animals a wide berth.

Strength in numbers, indeed.

Even at the distance of tens of miles, Tala could hear the low rumble of their movents and feel the very ze trembling as their collective trickles of power combined into sothing that even an Archon should be wary of.

She couldn’t quite place what magics they wielded, but they didn’t seem to be the thunder bulls of the western plains, at least not to her distant perspective.

Still, while it was a curiosity, she could look it up with relative ease if she was truly curious. So, it wasn’t worth diverting from their travels.

After her incredibly limited gravity brought her back to the ground, she adjusted it back to the level that she’d found would give her the easiest leaping pace and sped back up.

In her conflict with Mistress Cethira, Tala had found herself able to propel her own body with her aura—so long as she had an exterior locus for her aura to act from—but she wasn’t confident in using that ability in long-range travel, at least not at that mont.

Rane, on the other hand, seed to be perfecting his own form of travel to an incredible extent. He couldn’t quite do the equivalent of flight, but he had begun scooping up random detritus every ti he ca down, which was more and more infrequently.

With that, he would drop one piece of natural junk, ‘pushing’ off that bit of material to maintain his movent. Because he wasn’t actually pushing off of it, it simply fell to the ground below, harmlessly joining the other random natural matter.

Still, it allowed him to bypass so of the limitations of his current hangup of ‘not having anything to push off of.’

I still think that he isn’t pushing off anything anyway.

-Yeah, but different ntal models create different outcos. I can understand why he would be stuck on the need to have at least the appearance of a platform or anchor to act from.-

Well, then why doesn’t he… I don’t know, push off the air or sothing? Tala froze as that thought flashed forth through her consciousness, causing a cascade within her own mind.

Alat started laughing.

Would that work?

-I think so, yeah. We’ve even thought of it before, but never really did any testing.-

Tala hit the ground again, pushing off into another great leap. Well, it’s worth a try.

As she got to the top of her leap, she dumped power into the surface-area-expanding scripts in the foot that was already moving to co down for her next step.

The area of the enhanced effect exploded in size, magically distributing her weight across a circle with a twenty foot radius.

She drove that foot down, angling it slightly behind her to keep up her forward montum.

Her foot moved a short way under the powerful push, but the resistance magnified incredibly as she continued to force her foot downward.

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Then, that resistance reached a critical point, and instead of her foot moving down more, her body shot forward, the remaining down-stroke of her step thrusting her up and forward.

Unlike having a shoe or other physical platform with a twenty foot radius, as soon as she finished pushing and her foot began to move with her, the magics no longer affected her interactions with the air.

It only expanded the surface area of her feet in one direction, to provide support for her steps.

Even so, she cut the extra magic flowing into the scripts as soon as she didn’t need the greatly increased area.

Tala let out an almost involuntary whoop of excitent at both her increased speed and height, and at the success of her experint.

Even so, she knew that it wasn’t a total success. What did that cost us?

-About as much magic as regrowing a finger—without the reserve-costs of course—and probably a hundredth of an ounce of gold from our inscriptions due to the pathways not being designed for quite that much throughput.-

Tala grunted. That was more expensive than she’d prefer, but it had worked, seemingly even better than she’d hoped. Reach out to Mistress Holly and see if we can bolster those pathways without a redesign. I think using the air as a platform to launch from would be incredibly useful, if we can get the cost down.

-Will do!-

The push had been a bit more powerful than her usual leaps as she’d wanted to be sure that it would ‘catch’ on the air if at all possible. So, she ended up going a bit faster than ideal, pushing up against the speed at which she would create magical resonance, even with her iron and aura shaped to reduce that effect as much as possible.

Alright, so I’ll have to be careful about how I use this when we make it more viable.

-Noted.-

Other than those few highlights, the trip was incredibly uneventful.

Tala had been a bit afraid that her brief pulse of magical resonance—caused while fighting against Mistress Cethira—would call in so magical creature or other, but none appeared while they were still at old Arconaven, nor had their group seen any evidence of any such beast on their trip north.

She was unsure whether sothing about the recovering city had masked the brief pulse, or if that had just been so brief as to not really cause an issue. Regardless, she was grateful to not have the trip complicated by whatever creature would have been called by her power—given beasts tended to respond who were at least of a level with the one whose resonance called to them.

The three arrived at the outskirts of old Marliweather midmorning, once again making the trip faster than might be expected because they could make a straight shot, even simply leaping over the scattered copses of trees when those would have otherwise have blocked the most direct route.

Yet again, the clearly city-size-and-shaped area of land was incredibly easy to identify among the surrounding plains, but Tala suspected that while so of that was due to the higher perspective they were able to achieve, a part of it was the very fact that they knew what to look for and where.

Regardless, Tala’s threefold sight highlighted it to them as well, due to the still present—if mostly healed—rents in Reality.

It seed that fifty-seven years wasn’t quite enough ti for a full recovery, even if the rents looked… worn sohow.

-How can holes look worn?-

Tala frowned. Not worn… old? Like old wounds… scars? But still in the process of healing. Like cloth worn almost to the point of tearing, but this is going in reverse of that process.

Alat grunted within Tala’s head. -I think I get what you’re saying.-

Well, let’s see what we can learn.

The group very carefully entered into the area of the city, and Tala was happy to see that she wasn’t creating obvious damage simply by being within the space in which the main area of the city used to reside.

That reassurance in mind, they moved to the center together, Tala and Alat once again recording everything they perceived and logging it in the Archive.

There were far fewer of the four-dinsional creatures and almost none of the ‘void nodes’—or Doman-Imithe bleed-through—any more, as it seed that Reality had healed sufficiently to at least keep that from being pervasive.

Once they reached the center, Rane and Terry did their best to not distract her, which resulted in Terry flickering away to wander in the surrounding Wilds, and Rane sitting down to ditate.

Tala, for her part, focused even more, picking out individual creatures to watch.

It was only then, in this much less chaotic environnt, that she noticed how the things crossed through the damaged ze, skipping over it almost as if the damage weren’t there. When they did, a reality thread would trace the path that they should have taken, thickening and reinforcing the repairs, seeming to pull the rent fractionally back together.

Because a creature went directly from one location to the other, the two places are recognized as tied?

-Or it actually does tie them together?-

Tala frowned. So, if there were nothing moving through the physical level of Reality, would the connections break down over ti?

-Well, there’s light, gravity, and many other things like that, which unify physical existence, which unify Reality.-

That’s true… These creatures seem to be reinforcing the connections. Or they help rebuild them by their very nature, which amounts to the sa thing.

-That’s what it seems like.-

They went back and reviewed what they’d seen in old Arconaven, and with their new insight, they were able to see the sa thing occurring across the rents there.

There was a catch, however. The reality-threads that were stretched across the damage in old Arconaven degraded incredibly quickly in the maelstrom of Reality, Magic, and Void. Thus, even with dozens—if not hundreds—of tis as many creatures, the aggregation of reality threads effectively repairing the damage was much slower.

Fascinating. They eat the magic even as they stitch the holes closed, attacking the problem from two sides.

-I wonder if these are natural or designed?-

You think that gated-humanity designed these things? Tala hesitated. You know, they might have?

-Ask Mistress Ingrit?-

Yes please. She continued her examination for a few minutes before the Archon responded. Alat read through the response and gave Tala the shortened version.

-No, gated-humanity didn’t create them, to Mistress Ingrit’s knowledge. There are records of them from a ti before gates. They are considered to be a more passive version of Magical creatures, it seems. Sothing that Reality itself apparently creates in order to counter high concentrations of Magic.-

Tala nodded slowly. That did make more sense as the things seed too… alien to have been conceived of by a human mind.

-What about a really odd one?-

I an… maybe? But he would have to be very odd indeed.

Tala and Alat paused for a mont before moving on, feeling vaguely uncomfortable with the topic overall.

In the end, they were getting a relatively clear picture of what the damage looked like after a city had been fully abandoned, after the damage had been mostly healed, and what the process might look like going from one to the other.

Old Manaven would give them another, far longer view when they got there, given that that city waned more than a century and a half earlier—a century before old Marliweather, where they currently were.

And the increased pull between reality nodes that I enacted within my sparring ring—and which I’m building up within my sanctum lung—seems to be exactly what the repair entails, except it is executed differently.

-Yeah, as opposed to lashing two things together like we’re seeing here, you cause them to pull together without the extra ties.-

No.

Tala disagreed. I am augnting the ties that already exist, those ties of Reality which Magic might otherwise break down.

And there it was. The overly simplistic description of the degradation caused by human gates.

Magic eroded the interconnected nature of reality—the causal and physical connections of existence—allowing or even forcing division where none was previously, thus introducing void.

Or drawing forth the void that is always lingering within all things.

Tala frowned, about to point out an issue when Alat broached it first, -What about the increase in the stability of Kit as you advance? As you have more magic?-

Yeah…

-I believe that’s thinking of it backward. Kit isn’t more stable because you have more magic. It’s more stable because your soul is more stable. Because of that, your soulbonds are more tightly connected.-

Tala gave a slow, understanding nod. And it is precisely those connections which resist the degradation caused by magic.

-I think so, yeah.-

That made so much sense to Tala.

Tala sighed, causing Rane to open his eyes. Sothing in her sigh must have conveyed more than she thought, because his question was rather insightful, “What frustrating thing did you just realize?”

A smile pulled at her lips as she looked his way. “Reality hates us because we degrade it, right?”

“That’s right.”

“So, anyone who dabbles too deeply into Reality magic goes a bit crazy and anti-gated-human, right?”

“Right.”

“Well, with a proper application of Reality magic, I’m pretty sure that we could not only fix the damage, but prevent it from happening in the first place.”

Rane stared at her for a mont before giving a rueful chuckle. “If you ban all forms of violence, you have no one left capable of dealing with those who don’t follow those rules?”

She blinked a few tis before giving a slow nod. “Not the analogy I would have used, but… yes? I think that tracks. We need Reality Mages to fix this issue, but—at the risk of over-personifying one of the three pillars of Existence—Reality is so angry with us that it makes it impossible for us to have any Reality Mages, because instead of fixing the issue—as only they can—they attack us.”

“Thus, we have to make them taboo, preventing the fix at the root,” Rane finished for her.

“Exactly.”

He frowned. “Can you explain what you’ve learned in more detail?”

She nodded and did so, laying out what she’d perceived and what she’d gleaned from it.

He asked probing questions, testing her assumptions, but in the end, he didn’t find any major flaw in her thinking. Leaning back, he pulled a waterskin from his dinsional storage and took a long pull. After wiping his mouth, he nodded. “Can you implent the fix? Can you put in preventative asures?”

Tala let out a long breath, puffing out her cheeks with the breath as she slowly shook her head. “Honestly? Yes, but no.”

He tilted his head to the side, waiting for her to continue.

“I can do the work, but this is like looking at a child with a shovel and asking her to relocate a mountain. In concept? Sure, it’s possible, but it’s not going to happen.”

He grinned at her, then. “So, what you’re saying is that you need to get stronger? You need to advance?”

Tala chuckled. “Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“Well, ‘to fix that which is broken’ isn’t the worst eternal goal I’ve heard.”

She stared at him for a long mont. “Well… rust. I think you’re right.”