There was no sign of Bell. Jorra kept palming his signal orb, worrying that if Bell called for us and the orb was in his pocket that he might miss it, as unlikely as it was.
I found Morthus at Veldanis hospice in surprisingly good health. Told him what I needed. He agreed to it, informing there was a thod of calling all Elders and Masters back to the heart of the Sanctum in tis of great ergency.
We wanted to keep moving, but Veldani insisted we stay, safely stowed away for what passed as night in the Sanctum.
I dread of many things. A warm Auburnswell breeze in a peaceful adow. Bellarex, beckoning us towards the portal and following behind us, landing with a light yelp right after Jorra did.
Then I dread of Whitefall. I floated through the long, stone-paved streets and lit storefronts. I wandered through topside, looking for Gunthers apothecary, wanting desperately to glimpse Lillian through the window. Only the streets seed to wind back on themselves and I found myself passing the sa cat, a pair of foul-slling guards, and dilapidated buildings ti after ti. Eventually, I gave up and made my way to the castle. The way the snow hung on the rooftops filled with a strange sort of nostalgia. This was the last place Id expected to miss, but it seed that I did. I wandered the long marbled hallways, glancing around pillars, seeking soone, anyone familiar.
In all the years Id spent in this castle, it had never slept, but now laid empty and cold, in a manner that struck as a strange on.
When I reached the study, I was surprised to find it occupied. My father was at his desk, his stern face drawn and irritable as he leafed through an endless mountain of docunts. Slowly, he looked up at .
How long do you expect to wait?
I startled awake to the sound of a door slam, my heart racing.
You made a right ss out there, future apprentice. Veldani scolded. She threw back the curtains and I winced from the onslaught of light.
Through the haze of sleep dusting my eyes, I saw Maya sit up slowly from the bed across the room, rubbing her face. Jorras bed was empty. My heart seized for a mont, before I saw him go running by the window outside, Bacchus in tow. His face was empty of emotion, completely and totally focused.
Hes training.
My mind finally latched onto what Veldani had said. What do you an?
Veldani glared at , still intimidating despite her short stature. I an the Sanctum, boy. Not much of a Sanctum anymore. More like a warzone.
Dammit. I had hoped we had more ti.
Language, Veldani chided . The Decarabia and Asmodials seem to be focusing on each other. Thats the good part, as its giving the little ones ti to get clear. The bad part is theres a lot of them.
Sohow I doubt the Decarabia are going to just let us pass like the others. Maya said, darkly. Shed vocally opposed Veldanis edict that we take ti to rest, and was clearly unhappy that things had gotten worse as wed slept.
Veldani thrust a finger in Mayas direction. Dont sass , child. She indicated with her head. This one was dead on his feet. Young ones die every year in the Sanctum due to pride and stupid hubris.
I did not Maya started, only to be summarily ignored when Veldani turned to and continued.
And you, boy. Do you know how many tis conflict between legions has broken out onto the surface levels? Veldanis pale eyes flashed.
I winced. Not in recent mory, as far as I know.
Veldani sighed as if I had just said sothing very foolish. It is easy to forget that you are new to our ways. The answer to the question is never.Since Malmur the Clever penned the contract with the Pri Evils that ford the backbone of our society, the Sanctum has never been the site of anything more than simple skirmishes over demonic resources.
Actually, what are the ramifications of that? Mayas brow furrowed.
The older woman shrugged. The many legions wont care why the Asmodials and Decarabia are here, only that they are. The demons always toe the line until one of them steps over it. Theyll do what theyve always done. Push.
We might be able to mitigate that. I pushed up from the bed, and found my body was still sore and aching. Depending on how this plays out, I may be able to leverage the asmodials for aid.
Veldanis lip curled. How casually you make comnts of such great magnitude. Hubris indeed. No. Even if you do have the ear of the Arch-Fiendas Morthus believes you dothe asmodials will not overextend themselves to police the other legions when the Decarabia are actively opposing them. It would be inviting a unified knife to their blackened throats, and demons are not in the habit of such practices.
Another problem with long-reaching consequences and no clear solution. Another sign I was doing this wrong. Veldanis voice slipped away as I withdrew into my mind. I clenched a fist, the bedsheet balling in my hand. I saw the deep-black ink of my suicide inscription peeking out just beyond the neckline of my now soiled shirt. Not for the first ti, I shifted a bit of mana into the activation sequence, feeling my torso warm. The feeling of warmth trickled upward, tracing ponderous, jagged lines, stopping just below my chest. The inscriber had, after so protest, made sothing akin to a barrier that had to be overco where the arcane energy coalesced now, requiring a significant push to break through. Simple enough that I could activate it with little trouble under duress, but not so simple it could be activated reflexively. As little as I recalled about the later Enclave loops, I did rember killing myself accidentally more than once, when my mind started to slip and fear took over. The new inscription required focused intent.
Despite the discussion the previous day, I doubted the decision to continue the current iteration. None of this was panning out as intended. I was supposed to be a hero to the infernals, ushering them into an alliance and the modern age, ending the long history of prejudice and cruelty levied against them by my people. Instead, it felt like all I had accomplished was trading short-term problems for longer-term ones.
All I had now was a desperate plan that was looking more and more unlikely. The only other obvious solution, now burning in my chest, held such a heavy cost.
I reviewed the battle with the corrupted infernals as I had so many tis before, looking for the smallest detail I might have missed. There was nothing. I couldnt protect all three of them, and if I focused too deeply on trying to protect one, the other two would fall. Maya was almost always poisoned. And the chain of events that had ford out of the chaos of the final loop, leading up to that final, hopeless throw of my broken dagger, was astronomically unlikely to happen again.
Which, of course, was why the Black Beast had chosen it. To teach the lesson that my power was ant to affect the grand-sche of things, and that not everyone could be saved.
Hollowly, I reviewed the potential gains. The Sanctum would no longer be in peril. Thoth would remove the barrier, and though she was intent on killing , might be less hostile in the short term. The backing of the asmodial legion would be hidden again, an invaluable card to play at the ti of my choosing. Bellarexthe girl I had wounded so deeply and repaid by leading her into a scenario where she likely diedwould have a chance to live.
And I knew all too well, because she told , that Maya was willing to put her life on the line for that.
That was so beautiful, to . The better world you spoke of I wanted to see it.
It was a hideous thought. Was I capable of trading Mayamy first real friend, soone I loved, for an outco that served the greater plan?
I started to push the energy through the barrier. My heart pounded in my chest, pulse throbbing viscerally in my neck. My body shook.
Pay attention. Gnarled hands grabbed my face. The energy burning deep within my chest ebbed. Veldani was glaring at . She seed to realize sothing unspoken, and her grip on my face softened until it was almost gentle. I dont fault them, you know. Those of us who fall to hubris. Its natural to explore your potential here. Thats the purpose the Sanctum has served for hundreds of years. Its a natural part of children discovering who they are, how much they can do.
My chest burned and my vision swam.
Discovering your limit is important. But more essential than that is realizing we have them for a reason. There are so things we simply cant do. You have an old soul, Cairn. Ancient, even, the oldest Ive seen. It nearly crumbled within you, and its barely holding now.
Veldani couldnt possibly know what I was on the verge of doing. She was pushing her agenda, as it wouldnt serve her or the rest of the infernals to lose . But it didnt change the fact that she was right. There had to be limits. Willfully trading Mayas life for another chance was sothing I simply wouldntno, couldntdo.
I let the magic go.
If the return route is barred, what is the fastest way back to the heart? Maya asked. Her voice was a calming salve on the raging of my mind.
The correct question, is what is the safest route. And the answer is simple. There isnt one. Veldani stated plainly, looking between us. Its been weeks. Theyve likely discovered the issue on the other side and every parent, council mber, and infernal with an inkling of magic is working to resolve it.
I shook my head. Veldani, like so many others, was underestimating Thoth. You dont know what were up against.
We cant hide. Maya stood up, her fists clenched at her side. Not while whats happening is happening because of us.
Thats foolishness talking, child, Veldani said. His life is more valuable than any life that might be lost in this conflict.
It could take months to get the barrier down. What about the infernals that are about to age out of the Sanctum? Maya challenged. They will be stuck. Their life, their future contributions to the Enclave, all but wasted.
Isnt that the sa fate youve chosen for yourself? I clamped down on the thought before I could voice it.
Is my existence, my life, a waste because I live here? Veldani raised an eyebrow.
No, but
But nothing. They would be able to research, learn, push farther into the sanctum.
And their families? Maya asked. She seed to wither at her own question.
Veldani remained quiet as well. They would be able to et them at the halfway point. It would be a great tragedy, yes. But if the boy dies, our chances of accessing the sanctum are practically nil.
What about Bacchus? I asked. I know hes not as far along, but youre talking like its not even a possibility.
Extending a hand, Veldani called forth the fla. Ignis, She touched it to a single corner of the nightstand and held it there. I shifted away, but noticed that the dark-stained wood of the nightstand did not ignite. Control. The fla ford a tiny spark that moved slowly in a small pattern, lightning the stain and leaving the underlying wood untouched.
And the third stage? I breathed. Id been curious to know what it was, ever since Maya explained it to .
Veldani reached her hand out. Absolution.
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