"That’s not sothing I’m prepared to share yet."
She gazed at him for a long mont. Calculating behind those amber eyes. He let her make them.
"The Solaris family," she said finally, "has resources the academy’s official investigation structure does not. Private investigative access is not permitted. A secure communication channel to the Imperial Security office that bypasses the academy’s internal reporting chain." She paused. "And the family has legal standing to request an independent inquiry, which circumvents the standard internal process."
This ant that a report could not be killed by the faculty contact before it reached the authority that actually mattered.
"What do you want in exchange?" he asked.
"Everything you have. The full docuntation. And answers to several questions about how you ca to know what you know."
He expected the last part of the study. "So of those questions I can’t answer."
"Can’t or won’t?"
"Both, for different questions."
Another silence. Outside, sowhere in the middle courtyard, soone was performing an air-affinity exercise that produced a distant harmonic hum.
"Then we negotiate," Seraphina said. "Question by question."
"Yes," Lucus said. "That’s exactly what we do."
They spoke for two hours.
It was the most careful conversation Lucus had ever had, in the sense of two people who were both primarily operating from the sa posture of incomplete information, each of whom had enough to make the other useful but not enough to operate alone.
He gave her the docuntation: Caelen Vor’s identity and movent pattern, Vane’s faculty position and access credentials, the void mana infusion tiline, and the maintenance corridor location.
In exchange, she gave him the Solaris family’s prior intelligence: the network that the cult had been building in the Denmud Empire over the past four years, the three other academy-adjacent institutions where similar grid-infusion operations had been run and collapsed without anyone connecting them to a central organization, and a piece of information that made Lucus’s carefully maintained calm significantly more difficult to maintain.
The Solaris family believed that the cult had an objective beyond disrupting student exercises.
The dungeon gate, the academy’s training dungeon, was not just a gate to a training space. Constructed two centuries ago by the sa institutional collaboration that founded NEXUS, the gate had been built using the original Nexus Foundation architecture: an ancient mana structure that predated the formal academy by centuries, originally established during the chaotic decades after the world changed, when the first great Void rifts were opening and the initial wave of awakeners were trying to build systems to contain them.
The Nexus Foundation architecture was, according to Solaris family intelligence, a locus point. A place where the boundary between the physical world and the void space beyond the rifts was structurally thin — the thinness that made it suitable for dungeon gate operation was the sa thinness that made it susceptible to deliberate manipulation.
The cult did not attempt to cause a dungeon break that would kill students.
The dungeon break was an incidental event. What they were building toward — what nine months of patient void-mana grid infusion was designed to create — was a structural weakening of the locus point sufficient for an Abyss Lord to force a crossing without the energy expenditure that normally limited where those beings could manifest in the physical world.
An Abyss Lord. In his power system — his own power system, the one he had built an Abyss Lord was roughly equivalent to an SS-rank practitioner. High command of the abyssal forces. Capable of mass corruption of a localized mana environnt within hours.
If an Abyss Lord crossed the academy’s dungeon gate, the academy was not the target. Academies were the entry points.
The target was the Nevus City. The mana grid of a capital city of two million people, corrupted from a single entry point.
Lucus sat very still for a mont after Seraphina finished explaining this, with the specific stillness of a person whose plan had just beco significantly more urgent.
In his unfinished novel, which had been rejected, the Abyss Lord storyline was Arc Four. Three full arcs away.
This occurred in Arc One.
"The Solaris family’s assessnt on tiline," he said, keeping his voice level with so effort. "When does the void-mana grid reach the threshold for the Abyss Lord crossing?"
"Our analysts believe that when the dungeon gate is operated under standard conditions — which the dungeon trial would provide the gate activation under corrupted grid conditions will create a threshold breach. Not before. The trial itself is the trigger chanism."
"So stopping the trial stops the crossing."
"Stopping the trial stops this crossing. The operation continues from another location if we simply postpone."
She looked at him.
"We need to arrest the operative and faculty contact simultaneously, seize the infusion equipnt, and docunt the grid corruption clearly enough for the Imperial mana engineers to certify and clean it. All of that has to happen before the trial date."
"Three months," he replied.
"Two and a half, now."
He looked at his hands. Lucas Martin’s hands — young, not yet scared, not strong enough. He then looked up at Seraphina Von Solaris, the Solaris family heir, with resources, connections, and an agenda that, underneath all the layers, turned out to be sothing he recognized: soone trying to stop sothing they knew was coming, using every tool they had, carefully.
In his character notes, he wrote: She has her own agenda.
He had not written what it was because he did not know.
He knew now.
"I’ll give you everything we have," he said. "And I will keep feeding you docuntation as we gather more. But there are conditions."
"Na them."
"The faculty contact was properly arrested. Not warned off, not quietly transferred — arrested, investigated, and prosecuted. I need the chain broken, not just interrupted."
"Agreed."
"The student was also operative. Sa standard."
"Agreed."
The dungeon trial group assignnts need to be revised. The current assignnts put specific students in a group with risk exposure that I am uncomfortable with. I want the assignnt reviewed before the trial date."
She looked at him steadily. "How do you know what the group assignnts are? They haven’t been posted."
"I have concerns based on the current trajectory of events," he said, which was the most careful phrasing of "I’m the author and I rember my own character’s death" that he could manage.
A long pause. Then, "I can make a representation to the assignnt committee. I can’t guarantee a specific outco."
"A representation is enough," Lucus said. This is because it changes the probability. He was managing the probability.
They shook hands. Seraphina Von Solaris’s grip was firm, dry, and precise. "One more question," she said, and then asked. "And this is the one you may not be able to answer."
"Ask it."
"Are you what I think you are?"
He t her amber eyes. "What do you think I am?"
"Soone from outside the normal order of things," she said. "Soone who knows more than they should, in a way that cannot be fully explained by intelligence or preparation."
He was quiet for three seconds. Then: "I know things about this world that I ca to know in a way I cannot explain and will not try to. I am using this knowledge to prevent harm. That’s as precise as I can be."
She looked at him for a long mont. "Then it is as precise as I need," she said.
She stood, gathered her composure back into its polished configuration, and left the courtyard with the sa unhurried directness with which she had arrived.
Lucus sat in the autumn afternoon for another ten minutes, listening to the harmonic hum of soone’s wind exercise in the middle courtyard, and thought about the size of what he had just stepped into.
An Abyss Lord in Nevus City and the event will be in Two and a half months.
He had co here to survive a dungeon break. He appears to be attempting to prevent a capital-city-scale corrupting event.
He picked up the notebook. Found a blank page. Wrote at the top, in the clear, honest handwriting he reserved for things he wanted to be sure about: This is no longer about surviving. This is about stopping sothing. These are different things. Ensure that you understand the difference and the associated costs.
He looked at it.
Added: You still cannot die in a dungeon. However, there are better reasons not to do so.
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To Be Continue
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