Ar'Kendrithyst

Chapter 272, 1/2

Chapter 272, 1/2

Erick woke as he usually did; all at once, and with his senses unfurling across everyone and everything.

Quilatalap lay on the other side of the bed, the two of them sharing in the small warmth of each other on the rare occasion that both of them wanted to actually sleep. Other activities were more common. As Erick woke, Quilatalap woke up, too. The big guy smiled, showing off his big lower fangs, as he breathed deep and rolled over to Erick.

Hey.

Hey.

Quilatalap grinned more. And then he came in for a small kiss, and the two of them got up.

Whats your plan for the day? Erick asked, as he put on some glowthread robes. Im expecting more big meetings.

Quilatalap dressed in his own clothes, which were not glowthread. Erick had wanted to give him some, but he wanted to make his own. He already had some glowthread spiders growing in ten different dungeons, and also in the Grand Benevolence Dungeon of Candlepoint. He had started to keep some real clothes here, though, in the cloud castle, now that the Red was removed from Veird and he could live outside of the dungeons.

The Red had tried to Erase him several times already.

As if Erick needed another reason to kill Nothanganathor.

Quilatalap said, Still working on that reson-training dungeon.

Erick chuckled. Im surprised you had any success at all.

The Dark isnt the Fractal, thats for sure. Quilatalap said, I managed to make the dungeon able to see my own resons, though.

Erick paused. Really?! Thats amazing!

Quilatalap smirked, and allowed himself a blush. I had to move a phylactery there, but Ive started cultivating resons now.

That was big news.

Erick grabbed Quilatalap in for a hug, holding him tight, saying, Congrats!

Quilatalap laughed a little as he hugged back. This old lich can learn a few new tricks now and then.

Erick waggled his eyebrows. This calls for a celebration.

Breakfast wasnt happening for hours, anyway.

Erick put up a little [Hasted Shelter] to give them a bit more time.

- - - -

Erick entered the dining room and breathed in the scent of cinnamon pancakes. He smiled, and said, I love those pancakes, Teressa.

Teressa smiled as she set down a massive tray of cinnamon-swirl pancakes, her silver [Bracelet of Memory and History] glinting on her wrist, as she said, I cant believe I forgot about them. Dariok loves them too.

A faint silver outline and an empty voice sat upon a chair to the side, next to Teressas seat. So far the only one who could see Dariok fully was Teressa, but she certainly saw him. Erick was pretty sure he saw some sort of smile upon Darioks ghost, though, at the attention that Teressa gave him.

Lenitha had taken to pretending that her father was alive and well, too, just as easily as Teressa had. She bounced in her chair next to the faint glow of Dariok, saying, I love them more! Can I have ten?!

Soon as everyone else shows up, Lenitha, Teressa said, as she sat down. Can you help with the sausage, Erick? We sort of ran out.

Erick easily copied the sausage patties on the table

Poi and Rizala entered the room together, mind tendrils wrapped up in each other as they spoke of whatever. Poi joined the physical conversation, too, saying, Ill go to the store later.

Variol, Rizalas incani husband, walked in right behind them, saying, I got that, Poi.

That works, too, Poi said.

Rizala looked around And then she ducked down, to look under the table. Kenni, honey. You gotta eat at the table, sweetheart. Come sit in your chair.

Kenni was a little older than Lenitha, but he was a dragonkin born of dragonkin and incani parents, so he was kinda really small compared to everyone else. He was whip smart, though. He said, I am fine here, mother. I am playing monsters with Ophiel and this is the safe space.

Erick smiled at that. He opened a tiny portal to Benevolence, only letting his voice through the opening, as he said, Ophiel. Its breakfast time. You can play later.

Ophiel popped out of a different portal, saying, Fiiiiiiiine.

Rizala coaxed Kenni out from under the table, saying, You can play later, too.

Poi asked, Quilatalap didnt want breakfast?

Nope, Erick said, Too busy with the reson dungeons, though I am glad he decided to spend the night. Im amazed that hes making progress with resons at all, but if anyone can get that working, he can.

Kenni said, Quilatalap is a hermit.

Erick laughed. Yeah. He is. He looked around. And then he opened a tiny portal to Yggdrasil at the lake, and said, Breakfast.

Yggdrasils avatar popped out of a portal. No girls and boy?

Erick smiled softly at that. The more things change, the more they stay the same; the girls and boy are all doing their own things. I think Jane is with Sitnakov right now.

Ophiel almost said something, blurting it out, but he stopped with his mouth open. He reconsidered. Erick looked at him a little bit. Ophiel pulled back.

Lets eat! Erick said, deciding to leave Ophiels trouble alone.

Teressa chuckled as she started dishing out breakfast, setting the very best swirled pancake in front of Darioks silver outline first, before moving on. Everyone helped themselves to the other stuff, as they wanted. It was delicious. Small conversations soon started about this and that

Evan is with Zorik! Ophiel blurted out.

Erick froze, the bit of pancake on his fork dripping onto his shirt. He set down his fork and cleaned himself off, asking, Evan is dating Zolans grandson? The paladin of Rozeta?

Ophiel rapidly added, Great grandson!

Yggdrasil eyed Ophiel, then said, It started 8 months ago, shortly after you came back. Theyve been circling each other at the House for a while now, but they went for it.

Erick was kinda miffed to learn that his kids were in relationships without them telling him about it, but he moved on, saying, Good for them. He asked, Whats everyone else up to, today?

Teressa said, Dariok and I are taking Lenitha to the movies.

Lenitha almost leapt out of her chair. WERE REALLY GOING?!

Teressa nodded, beginning to say something

But Kenni blurted, I want to go too! He looked to his mom. Mom?!

Rizalas eyes went a little wide with a little worry, and then she put on a smile and said, Well look into it, honey.

Erick smiled to see the drama play out in front of him.

Breakfast was nice.

As for the drama of Ericks own kids, Jane hadnt spoken about it, but she was getting pretty serious with Sitnakov, from what Erick had heard; none of which he heard from Jane, herself.

Oh well.

- - - -

Erick stood upon a familiar black volcano caldera where mist flowed softly through the space. Rozeta and Phagar stood with him, but Erick wasnt quite sure what this was about, and the mist was empty. It was just the three of them. They had called him here, but they hadnt said much; just that they wanted to talk in an official capacity.

And so, Erick casually asked, Whats up?

Rozeta said, There has been a development with the un-Sundering Project. Specifically, through a confluence of events, a person was ripped out of my Heaven.

Phagar said, And a day before that, Solomon brought back a person who had chosen the End.

Oh.

Well.

Hmm.

So that was a problem of a difficult nature.

When people died, a lot of different things could happen.

Most normally, when a person died, they usually went to a god of their choice, unless something happened along the way. Then, after a long time in that heaven, that person either remained themselves, becoming a paragon of themselves in that afterlife, or they chose to simply become one with that heaven; that specific gods domain. It was like becoming a part of the god, but more like becoming a part of that mantle of godhood. The difference between being a part of the gods domain or mantle was academic and religious, but probably more philosophical than anything. Becoming a paragon left a person as themselves, of course.

In the vast majority of other cases, where a person just didnt care about an afterlife, or if they had no plans for after death, they went to Phagar, who shepherded them on to the afterlife of their choice, to see if they fit in with that afterlife, or they offered the person The End; a soft oblivion of eternal rest. Dead babies and children too young to understand anything usually ended up shepherded to Atunirs heaven, to be reborn to parents wishing most solidly for kids, though that was mostly a the same things used to make two different people sort of situation. It was not a [Reincarnation].

Phagars The End was a definite End, though, with the people who chose that End likely being those who had vehemently chosen the End. Phagar did not offer the End lightly, but it was always there, calling people to their ultimate rest.

Everyone had suspected that Solomons Un-Sundering Project was capable of undoing The End, and they knew it was going to be an issue, eventually...

And now that issue was here.

Erick took a moment, then said, So he really can undo The End. That was kinda expected, eventually.

And now we are at eventually, Phagar said, I dont mind immortality, but I am against pain, and the End is chosen by people who have chosen that for themselves. The person who chose the End was brought back by a great granddaughter who thought she was doing good, but the Ended person instantly chose the End again.

Erick sighed. So thats bad.

Forcibly pulling someone out of heaven is not ideal either, Rozeta said.

Erick said, Pulling someone out of Heaven is not ideal, either. Erick paused in thought And then he looked around. He looked back to Rozeta and Phagar. Why are we here?

Rozeta said, Technically, what he has done is a blasphemy of the highest order, but we have bigger problems Technically. And Solomon has already proven himself as an ally. If anyone else would have desecrated the afterlives of our people, then the Paladins would get involved.

Understood. Erick said, So lets solve this problem.

Rozeta nodded, her worries vanishing slightly, now that Erick had agreed to do something.

Thank you, Erick. Phagar said, We want you to talk to him, and incorporate some sort of prayer into the working of his next iteration of this magic. A clearance-request, if you want to frame it that way.

Sure? Erick said, I see no problem with that.

But if that was everything, then they wouldnt be here, in this ritual space.

Erick asked, But theres a lot more?

Rozeta said, Sitnakov Ignited to Wizardry this morning, and we need you to talk to both him and Killzone before they kill each other.

Ericks eyes went wide

Phagar said, Ideally, if you work this confrontation right, then it is possible for both of them to Ascend to True Wizard at the end of it.

Which is what we will be hoping for, Rozeta said, Because Ill pull the Script back from that spot and let whatever happens, happen.

Erick focused. Thats a lot. Now I actually do need to know what is going on with that relationship.

Rozeta said, Were not done yet.

Today is a big day, Erick. Phagar said, Because were also thinking of asking Melemizargo to raise Solomon to God of Knowledge. It would solve a great many issues coming up with the Un-Sundering Project, and provide a better framework for all of that happening. He wouldnt need to have prayer systems set up, and he could just act as the prayer system himself.

Rozeta said, With such a power, he could actually get Debby back and solidify his spellwork into a True Working of Divinity, as well as provide Veird with a God of Knowledge that would be able to directly fight against the Reds anti-memetic effects.

Ericks brain broke a little.

And then he said, Ah. Yes. This is a big day, I see.

Big day. Potential to be a catastrophic day. Lots of moving parts, and were only at the initial blush of the solutions to our burgeoning problems. Rozeta said, But we believe it might be a very good day. You might need to do a lot of Time Magic to get it all falling down in the correct ways, but maybe not.

Phagar said, Its all connected. None of them know this is happening. But were here, because were hoping that Melemizargo will choose to show, and lend a hand. Depending on how he reacts, we will have to react accordingly.

Erick looked around. Melemizargo?

Shadows swirled.

Melemizargo halfway appeared out of the gloom, only really showing the whites of his eyes, as he said, You would need to release the dead Goddess to me.

Rozeta looked to her father.

A moment passed; eternal and deep.

Rozeta spoke with a voice that sounded almost like that of a lost daughter, asking her demented parent, Are you really there, father? Are you really the Dark God that I grew up knowing?

Melemizargo materialized more. No. I am not.

For the first time that Erick had ever seen the two of them together, Rozeta seemed both crushed, and actually hopeful.

I am diminished, just like all that remains of the Painted Cosmology. I am barely myself on some days, daughter of mine. But I am still enough of a god to see this through, and to act as I should, especially for events as large as this. The only real question is if you truly believe Solomon is worthy of Godhood. He is, after all, born of me.

Rozeta looked soft for a moment, like she wanted to believe, and so, when she spoke her request was deeper than her words, He cant have the Script, and yet he will try for that. Ask him not to take it from me.

He wont try for the Script, Rozeta, because my goal in taking the remains of the Goddess is not to hurt you, or to damage what we already have. I would take the remains of the Goddess of Knowledge and make a Mantle of Wisdomfor Solomon, to make him a demigod of you, for I would rather grant you the full power of Knowledge that I did not grant you at the beginning of our voyage in this Fractal Cosmology. I would enhance your Mantle of Ordered Knowledge into the Mantle of True Knowledge. Melemizargo added, But if you do not want this, then I will attempt to resurrect the Erased Goddess. All Solomon needs is to be a demigod, and that is easily achieved.

Rozeta breathed deep. She closed her eyes.

No one spoke.

Rozeta opened her eyes

The entire black land of the volcanos caldera turned from cooled, black obsidian, to rippled, almost-invisible glass. Erick stood upon that glass, looking down at the remains of a body that was not a body at all. It was missing too much to be called anything other than a collection of parts. What remained of the Goddess of Knowledge was broken crystal at every edge, almost colorless, all affixed in the general shape of a person laying on their back, with their hands at their sides. It was also easily half a kilometer large.

What remained of the Goddess of Knowledge was a finger, a foot, a pelvis, half a head which was mostly just the right eye. The torso, right shoulder, and left leg were the most intact; they were connected to each other, except for a break at the spine, just above the pelvis. Long, white hair lay draped under the remains, originating at what had been the head and then vanishing off into the mists far to the edges of the caldera. Erick imagined that the Goddesss hair was the mist.

The Goddess of Knowledges right eye was open.

The depths of that dead eye glittered gold, even now, 1453 years after the Goddesss sacrifice.

Rozeta spoke, I accept the Mantle of Knowledge.

Darkness flashed.

The Goddess below began to crumble, her body turning into motes of power that evaporated under the glass. She closed her eye. Though she had no mouth, Erick felt she was finally at peace, and that everything that had come before had been a torture

Rozeta breathed deep, and the world flowed into her. Her white wrought human body gained something deep in that breath and she gained a few inches of height, as well. Her white pantsuit turned into something ever slightly more elegant

It was over.

That was it.

The Goddess of Knowledge was dead, and the Goddess of Knowledge lived again.

Rozeta breathed out. Rozetas eyes glittered gold; her right eye perhaps a bit more than her left. Rozeta blinked, and the discrepancy of gold glows vanished, both her eyes flickering brilliant before she blinked again and hid her power behind mundanity. And then she reached up and undid the clasp on her hair bun, her metallic white hair falling down into a soft flow of white, all the way down to mid-back.

Melemizargo said, Welcome to true godhood, daughter.

Rozeta did not answer Melemizargo for a moment. And then she looked up at his face, and said, I expected more.

Melemizargo hummed. Acclimation will take time but you are already making this universe easier for meto understand. I suggest you appoint a few demigods before you take the full brunt of Infinity. Solomon can be Wisdom, but you should appoint Natural Laws, Magical Laws, Governance, and The Unknown.

Rozeta winced a little as Melemizargo spoke, her eyes darting left and right as though the knowledge growing in her head was too much. Erick felt a spike of worry, both at Rozetas sight, and at Melemizargos words. If the original story of the Sundering was even a little bit true, the original Goddess of Knowledge had been catatonic from the influx of new knowledge from this New Cosmology.

But then Rozeta breathed deep. She calmed.

And Erick reminded himself that the original Goddess of Knowledge had surely already known of the Fractal Cosmology, and all those attendant facts. There was absolutely no reason for her to go catatonic at the beginning, except because that suited Nothanganathors plan.

Rozeta said, I locked down my Knowledge base to a few ten-thousand side-realities. Ill be appointing those demigods later to further solve the problem.

Oh. Perhaps the influx of knowledge actually did send the original Knowledge into a coma.

Rozeta said, I did think it would be worse than this.

Melemizargo raised a very large, scaled eyebrow. He looked closer. And then he pulled back, grinning. Good work, daughter. I knew you could do it.

You didnt, actually, Rozeta said, perhaps a bit too harsh And then she looked up at her father, and some of her earlier compassion came back. But maybe you did?

I amgetting better, daughter, Melemizargo said, smiling.

Not to interrupt, Erick began, But did Nothanganathor notice this?

Yes yes. Work work, Melemizargo said, fluttering away, into the shadows. Ill be watching.

Rozeta said to Erick, Yes. Nothanganathor noticed, but now I can truly solidify Veird and help several people Ascend. She turned to Erick. Will you please go and speak to Sitnakov and Killzone, now? I dont want to weigh in too much in their personal lives; it will not be good for them. Phagar and I will work with Solomon now that this is the path we are walking.

Phagar nodded.

Sure. Congrats on a bigger mantle, by the way. Erick asked, So back to the previous question: Whats the deal between those two?

It would be better for you to find out from them. Rozeta smiled. And thank you. I I have so much to do. I have to go now, too. She vanished in a flicker of gold.

Erick chuckled at that.

- - - -

Im taking care of it, Erick. You dont need to be here, said King Alfonin Stratagold, standing with a few advisors on the side of the battlefield. Alfonin looked to Jane, standing near him. He said nothing, but his eyes said everything. He thought that Jane had called for him.

Janes eyes said everything, too, and then she actually said, I didnt call for you, dad.

Erick said, Oddly enough, I didnt even know you two were here until I scoped out the place at the behest of another.

Erick had stepped out of a portal onto a grassy hill on Sphere Six, The Warzone, in a spot somewhere over Nelboor, down on the Old Surface. This place was one of many battlefields that had raged between the Angels and the Demons ever since the Day of Genesis, when Solomon transformed Hell into Sphere Five and Celes into Sphere Seven. This land existed between those two ancient enemies, and it actually had two different directions of gravity because of that. Looking up, Erick saw a second continent in the mirror of this one, hanging overhead, instead of a sky. Everything between these two facing continents was lit up with an omnipresent light that flowed through the center of Sphere Six. Sphere Six was the only land like this, because both the land below and the sky above had needed a lot of water, ground, and just plain stuff, between the surface and the adamantium shells, so that people werent fighting directly on those shells. You couldnt really damage adamantium at all, and especially not the adamantium that made up the Spheres, but having some extra dirt in the way of those shells helped to make things less worrisome.

Usually, this place was awash in spells and murder of all kinds, in screaming and killing and the clang of metal upon metal.

At least one thing remained constant; the sound of metal striking metal.

Killzone floated in the illuminated sky high overhead, far away. Erick estimated him at around 40 kilometers distant. He glowed with a silver presence that highlighted his black body.

Sitnakov hovered maybe 2 kilometers away from Killzone. He was surrounded by a mirage in the air; a density of air, really. Tendrils of thought connected him to Killzone, and their facial expressions were furious. This moment was a lull in the fight.

Erick wondered about all of what he was seeing, but most of his worries were about Sitnakov.

Killzone had ignited to Wizardry about a month ago, and here, right on Fated time, Sitnakov had managed the same thing.

Erick guessed, Is Sitnakov an Air Wizard?

Jane said, Probably. And then she fully committed to the fact that her father was here, and whatever she had been trying to avoid was suddenly out of her hands. Hes been having trouble with this whole thing. Im sure you know.

I dont know, actually. I make a point to stay out of peoples lives until it concerns the welfare of the many, or other similar situations. Erick said, And theyre communicating telepathically over there, so I cant hear them, either.

Jane paused. You dont know?

Why is that surprising, Jane? I didnt know the two of you were dating, either. Erick said, Found out about Evan and Zorik earlier today, too, but only because Ophiel simply had to tell me.

Jane wasnt sure what to make of that.

Alfonin Stratagold rapidly explained, Killzone used to be a Heavy of Titanite, and his former shape used to be human, like all of the other adamantium nobility of Titanite. Theres a lot of them over there, so Killzone wasnt high up at all. He was low nobility. His former name is Kosomov. He used to travel with Sitnakov and kill monsters together. Did that for a few hundred years.

Kosomov and my boy, the Third Prince Chernom, fell in love, and Killzone was to be adopted into the family, by marriage. And then Melemizargo attacked before the ceremony, took Chernom, sundered him, then shoved Chernoms dead body at Kosomov, causing a melding.

Both of the boys have blamed themselves and each other to varying degrees ever since. Kosomov went on to become Killzone, and went on to ArKendrithyst to die in battle, but that never happened, and Silverite managed to make him into a General. Stratagold shuddered as he finished. And that is something I hoped to leave in the past forever, but events conspire.

Jane sighed a little.

Jane had known most of that, but not everything. From the looks on Alfonins advisors, hanging back, they all wanted to pretend that they hadnt heard anything at all.

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But Erick wasnt going to pretend. Suddenly, a lot of things made sense. In an offhanded way, Erick also realized why the Geodes of Titanite and Stratagold have always had a rivalry/hatred going for each other, or theyd had a rivalry for around 350 years, which lined up nicely with Killzones arrival in Spur. Back when Erick had been scoping out places to put a planting of Yggdrasil, some of that rivalry had shown up.

A melding was a thing that Erick had heard about maybe once or twice in his whole life, because it, like most things to do with the wrought, were simply not spoken of outside of the Geodes. Erick now knew why Killzone had his orcol-shape; the human-shaped Kosomov had been dying and Chernoms body was there, and Melemizargo threw them together and Kosomov had taken in that adamantium to heal himself, resulting in the adoption of Chernoms body-shape, because Chernom would have had a lot of adamantium to his body. The Third Prince would have provided the majority of the metal necessary to heal whatever wounds Kosomov had suffered in Melemizargos attack.

Also, the mental anguish of having your fiance murdered and all the political fallout and all of everything else that would have happened and losing Sitnakov as a friend, too would have probably caused a Change in Kosomov, causing him to fully adopt a different bodily form. Erick had seen that in the Daydropper incident, when that one wrought had been melting and reforming, turning into someone else as he gave an account of what had happened when Odaali was attacked and everyone died around him.

Also, Silverite used to have a man-shape when she first moved into Spur and became the Mayor. She proceeded to be a male Mayor for the next 750-ish years, but then the Shades wiped out 95% of Spur, around 115 years ago, and Silverite Changed into her current, female-dragonkin shape.

Erick decided, Okay! Good to know. Thank you for the information. Now. He opened a portal back to Stratagolds Gate District, but he kept the sound and sight of this space invisible from that other end, where people walked around moving giant shipments through the Gates. This has officially become Wizard business, and I aim to help both of them. Please leave the area. All of you.

Alfonin stared hard at Erick, but his voice was harder. Theyre both idiots, but theyre good boys.

And if they can pull through this, theyre going to be the front line of the war.

Alfonin nodded solemnly, resignation in his gaze. His advisors held more worried expressions.

The wrought left.

Jane stuck around for a moment longer to say, Sitnakov doesnt hate Killzone, but it will appear that way.

This fight has been coming for a long time; I understand that. Erick tried not to be desperate as he said, Please leave, Jane.

Jane spared one last glance toward the sky, where Killzone and Sitnakov hung across from each other, like two black orcols, one rimmed in silver and the other surrounded by flickering winds. They were moments away from starting a Wizard war. Thankfully, Jane left through the portal, to the Gate District, where the people already there were dealing with the sudden, unexpected appearance of their king.

Erick shut the portal.

Erick breathed out in partial relief.

Confident that they were at least partially alone, Erick took to the sky and began floating forward.

The first thing to do was analyze what was happening.

Killzone was not alone. There was also a platinum version of himself standing in the air beside himself. It was Chernoms ghost.

In contrast to the stoic, silent Killzone and Sitnakov, the silver ghost was saying things and gesticulating at Killzone and Sitnakov. It was also silent, of course; all [Silver Heart]-derived people were silent, until they actually found their voice. Once they did that those people came back to life rather fast. Right now, the only ones able to hear the person that Erick decided to call Chernom were Killzone, and through Killzone, Sitnakov. Maybe.

There were [Telepathy] lines everywhere.

Sitnakov was surrounded by more than just cutting wind. He had a presence that was altogether solid. Like he was a bared blade. Sitnakovs usual twinned swords floated in the air beside him, ready to be grabbed when he desired. They radiated danger, too.

The two men were 2 kilometers from each other. Chernoms ghost was right beside Killzone, trying to convince him of something, but Killzone only had rage in his eyes for Sitnakov. Erick stopped maybe 500 meters off-center of their stare down. Neither of the guys looked at him. They were too focused on whatever [Telepathy] they were sending to each other.

Erick spoke up, What a fine day it is to get out some aggression!

The guys glanced his way.

Erick rhetorically asked, Why not fight and get it over with?

Sitnakov said, Stay out of this.

I am staying out of it. Erick felt his Lightning Path connect, as he said, Im just gonna watch and make sure the worlds two newest Wizards dont obliterate the world when they finally fight, like theyve been wanting to for a very long time. You both used to be good friends, right? Knowing both of you, I imagine you talk best with your fists. So get on with it. Im here to ensure nothing truly bad happens.

The world stood still.

Killzone and Sitnakov stared at each other, and their thought tendrils stopped.

Erick floated backward. Chernoms ghost glared at the guys, and then he floated away with Erick, the silver spectre shaking their head the entire time

Sitnakov attacked at the exact same moment as Killzone pulled back, to punch the world.

Erick repositioned faster, to stand on the top of a mountain a good twenty kilometers away, just in time to watch as Killzones fist went forward, and the world whined in the passing, because Killzone wasnt just punching with his fist.

The General of Spurs Army transformed his kilometers-wide platinum aura into a giant black fist a good 500 meters wide, the immensity of it all crashing down on the Adamantium Wind, who responded with a whirlwind of slicing air that carved that fist into adamantium chunks. Black metal rained down on the countryside in pillars and slices each large enough to level several city blocks. That metal fell for a while, most of it headed down to the ground, but some went up to the second ground in the sky.

That had been a big attack.

Ericks senses extended all the way to the battlefield and beyond, but still

Erick calmly asked, Rozeta? Can I get some numbers to know when I need to step in?

It was a strange request, altogether antithetical to what Rozeta usually did in keeping peoples information private, but normal protocols failed when Wizards went to war.

Some numbers appeared in the air.

Killzone: 96% Health, 99% Resources, 80% Resons

Sitnakov: 97% Health, 98% Resources, 89% Resons

Thank you.

Sitnakov repositioned far to the right, the air churning with mirage-winds, the world whining as air sliced and then did more than slice. The very air parted as cleaving demands separated the space. Sitnakov was fighting with the very concept of severing, as he flew back to Killzone, repositioning

A mirage-flash tore across the entire sky, all the way down and up into the ground of both continents, more than forty kilometers away from the fight. Stone flew from both lands, filling the sky with debris, as clouds and light tore apart in the middle. Sitnakov finished his strike far to the left, burying himself into a mountain that now had a great rent through the top part.

Killzones silver aura parted in the strike. Half of that silver aura vanished, but Killzone stepped out of the other half, completely unharmed. He had repositioned himself inside his aura. And now he flexed his fists, as though he was healing from gripping something he shouldnt have tried to grip.

Killzone: 95% Health, 90% Resources, 85% Resons

Sitnakov: 96% Health, 91% Resources, 98% Resons

Their Health and Mana went down in that attack, but both of them gained resons? Erick imagined that must be because they were tapping into their real purposes in life? Perhaps this fight had been a truly long time coming. Sitnakov loved to fight, and so did Killzone. With that understanding, it was easy to believe that they had once been the best of friends. Looking at it now, they were little more than strangers deciding if they truly wanted to kill each other.

Sitnakovs voice reached everywhere, Always too fucking slippery, you slippery fuck!

Killzone retorted, his voice twanging, Thats gold coming from a hot shart of air.

Sitnakov pulled himself out of the rent in the mountain and stepped into the air. He gripped both of his swords, and the air flexed around them

Chernom stepped to Ericks side, the silver outline of the guy turning a bit more solid. He said something, but Erick had no idea what he said.

In the distance, Sitnakov attacked with cleaving force, slashing his swords in an X, parting the sky into quarters. It was not nearly as big of an attack as that first one, but it struck Killzone head on. And yet, Killzone merely stepped out of the way, into the part of his silver aura that had survived and expanded far, far beyond the current battlefield. The entire sky felt a little bit platinum.

And then Killzone clapped his hands together, and two giant black hands, each the size of mansions, crashed together upon Sitnakov.

Sitnakov chunked those hands, and more black adamantium rained to the ground.

Killzone: 92% Health, 83% Resources, 84% Resons

Sitnakov: 89% Health, 76% Resources, 97% Resons

They were using resons now at a faster rate than they were accumulating them, but barely

Chernom scowled, his features suddenly looking more lifelike. Erick couldnt hear what he said, and he had no lips to read, but as he gesticulated, Erick imagined that he had said something like, Look at those two idiots. Theyre going to kill each other.

Erick decided to say, They wont kill each other. Ill rewind time. It will work at least a few times, before Killzone slips out of that power and Sitnakov follows.

Chernom laughed silently, his chest heaving, a smile on his face appearing. The silver ghost said something and Erick had no idea what he said, for it was long and complicated. Perhaps it was commentary of a deep sort that only he and the two fighters would know

And then the sky rang with a series of explosions that caused Chernom to pause, and a wave of pressurized air to cascade away from the battle. Erick protected his space from the pressured air. Grass and boulders tore up where he did not protect.

Sitnakov had pulled out some explosion magic of some sort.

Killzones voice in the wake of those explosions had lost some of its twang, Finally getting serious?

As serious as your betrayal, face stealer!

Killzones face contorted in fury. His voice was solid, now, as he said, Fuck you.

And then Killzone moved.

The sky turned to a hailstorm of black fists, each the size of Killzones own real fists. He rained down upon Sitnakov, but Sitnakov dodged the rain in a way he truly shouldnt have been able to dodge.

Sitnakov became a storm of tearing forces. The noise was incredible. It was apocalyptic.

Chernom looked as though he was shouting to be heard, grinning as he was saying something that might have been, I wonder who will win! Or something like that

Sitnakov had been chopping at fists, avoiding them all, when suddenly one of those fists turned into all the rest of Killzone, and Killzone punched Sitnakovs head clean off.

Sitnakovs entire body disintegrated as though Killzone had splashed away a water balloon.

The wind died.

Chernom screamed. He wailed. He crashed to his knees.

Killzone stared at his hands, horror dawning, as black fists fell out of the sky

Erick didnt need to see Rozetas notification that Sitnakov was dead, but that notification was there anyway.

Erick rewound time.

Killzone came in for the kill and Erick invisibly, intangibly, mostly just metaphorically, tapped Sitnakov on the shoulder from 22 kilometers away. It was a tiny touch. It was enough. Sitnakov saw Killzone and he repositioned, his swords swinging through Killzones body

But Killzone was already gone, transitioned to another part of the sky. He tskd.

Sitnakov billowed with rending force, parting the sky in another explosion. Killzones storm of fists parted to the sides, metal flying everywhere. Sitnakov was the calm center of a paused storm, driving the platinum aura away, his voice a whisper that carried only to Killzone, but Erick still heard it.

You tried to kill me, for real.

As if you weren't doing the same. Youre just bad at it. When was the last time you were in a real fight, eh? Maybe if you would have done more against real enemies then you would have been able to save Chernom. Killzone said, That was always your problem. Too much hero, not enough warrior.

Sitnakov glared, the world threading into severing force all around him, as he said, The only reason you survived exile for what you did was because you swore to die to the Shades. You failed to die. I will now be rectifying that error.

If you could have killed me you would have done so the ten times you tried to assassinate me in ArKendrithyst.

I only tried to kill you three times. The other seven were you being an asshole.

Considering the first three times you found me were each attempts to kill me, then I was correct in trying to kill you back.

Sitnakov flew forward, swords flashing through the sky, parting the light and the dust and the clouds, as he roared, I never understood what Chernom saw in you!

Killzone flashed platinum and dove forward, turning into a line of light that went right through Sitnakovs left hand and part of his side. Sitnakov stumbled in the sky, wind dying, as he rushed to reorient. Killzone let him.

Sitnakov pulled himself together. You didnt deserve him.

I didnt. I loved him anyway.

Sitnakov suddenly Raged, his wind flexing Carnage red, the wind turning vibrant and cutting.

Killzone swept the wind with a swipe of his hand that turned into a thousand palms.

The fight resumed

Sitnakov caught Killzone across the arm, slicing up the silver bracelet that was Chernom

Chernom screamed at Ericks side as he separated into two halves

The guys panicked

Erick rewound time.

You didnt deserve him.

I didnt. I loved him anyway.

Erick whispered, Aloethag. Please take the Rage away.

A Carnage voice echoed in Ericks ears, Sure. Sumtir and I wish to speak with you later.

Agreed.

Erick had already had a few conversations with them about various war efforts and plans, but today was a big day, and plans would need to be updated. After Veird got two more high-tier Wizards, though and maybe more. Could these two Ascend? Erick wasnt sure, but he was pretty sure that Rozeta was doing something in the background to help them. Or at least she was going to do something, eventually.

Erick was sure he would notice whatever she did when she actually did it.

Sitnakov tried to Rage, but he just roared and attacked Killzone.

Killzone countered with a storm of palm strikes.

Five minutes of fighting and three rewinds later, and the guys looked pretty bad off, according to the numbers.

Killzone: 46% Health, 46% Resources, 25% Resons

Sitnakov: 35% Health, 41% Resources, 19% Resons

It wasnt that surprising to see Killzone as a little stronger than Sitnakov, considering Killzone fought Shades for most of the last 350 years and Sitnakov was kind of a playboy. Still, their wounds were extensive, and Sitnakov wasnt a slouch at all.

On the broken land to the left, a legless Killzone hovered in the air and flexed his silver aura to replace his lost legs.

Sitnakov was on the ground to the far right. He stabbed the stump of his right arm into a block of adamantium that Killzone had created through Genesis. Sitnakov flexed, and then he pulled out a freshly healed arm and another sword from that hunk of abandoned adamantium.

Sitnakov glared at Killzone, saying, Youre good for making resources, but we dont need two Genesis Wizards. Now let me cut off your arm and take my brother back before you fuck him up again, betrayer.

Killzone glared, and this time the hate was real. He spoke softly, Ive known you as an enemy longer than I knew you as a friend. All cooperative diplomacy between Titanite and Stratagold stopped when the Dark took Kosomov. Has it ever occurred to you that that is what Melemizargo wanted?

The Dark is a crazy fucking bastard. No one should take him into consideration when living their life. Sitnakov took to the sky again, declaring, But youre a man who stole my brothers heart and then his body, and now youre trying to reclaim his soul. You have no right, Kosomov.

The silver apparition beside Erick stage-whispered, Technically I stole Kosomovs heart, but Sitnakov never understood that.

Huh.

Erick didnt react much, but he had a reaction, for sure.

Killzone and Sitnakov obviously did not hear, because both of them went right back to fighting.

Sitnakov used explosion magic that Erick had never seen him use before. The noise was incredible.

Killzone was getting serious, too, filling the air with fists and even a few feet, swinging at Sitnakov from all angles. Some of those limbs were massive, some were small, like bullets, and moving faster than sight could track. Killzone was moving about that fast, too, flickering around the battlefield, dissolving where Sitnakov exploded the sky and then reappearing with one of the fists trying to connect to Sitnakovs head, or chest, or other parts.

Erick almost reacted largely to the sound of Chernoms voice. It was so much like Killzones voice that Erick almost believed that it had come from Killzone himself. But that was definitely Chernoms voice. Chernom was still a silver ghost, but he had a substance to him that was more than illusion.

Erick helped Chernom along, talking with him, Sitnakov is rather hard headed.

Chernom smiled and his face was Killzones face, or rather, it was the other way around. Chernom said, Im glad that Kosomov got my body. Its nice to see me beat up my older brother some. I never could manage that. I was always the more artistic, magic guy.

Erick raised an eyebrow. You were? What kinda magic?

All kinds of stuff that wasnt war, Chernom said, soft as a whisper from three rooms away, as the sky ripped apart in explosions and screaming metal. Organizational magic, which is really just the discipline of Book Magic. Light Magic, for Illusion work and artsy stuff. Pretty shit at it, though. He laughed. When I tried to sell it outside of Stratagold under a different name, I got no buyers. Not everyone goes for artistic nudes of people just being comfortable, or dancing at Bright Tea. The Bright Tea stuff didnt get shown outside of the Geodes, of course. Maybe I should have tried more to get father to allow that, but he said no, and kings are kings. Chernom looked up at the sky, at Killzone, saying, Kosomov liked all of my stuff. He bought so much of it... He sighed. Gods. Look at how much better he is with that body! I could never move like that. Thats how a Son of Stratagold should be.

Erick grinned. Killzone is a pretty good Punch Wizard.

Chernom laughed, and it was louder than his whisper. He spoke in a volume that was more real, I cant believe that we actually have a wrought Wizard! And two of them! You had something to do with that, didnt you?

I did. Erick said, With any luck, theyll both come through this better than before, and be able to actually fight against the real enemy.

Chernom looked at Erick. His voice was a normal volume, as he said, Kosomov spoke about the real enemy some. Says his whole life was a lie.

Not a lie. A deception. Everyone was deceived. Even Melemizargo didnt know what was happening, exactly.

Moments passed.

Am I a lie? Chernom asked. I dont feel real.

Youre a Truth that has yet to fully manifest. Erick looked at the man, and he was vaguely translucent, but as Erick looked at him, Chernom turned opaque, the silver vanishing under black densities. Erick saw his Lightning Path connect. He asked, Want to help them be friends again?

Yes.

Erick nodded, and then he spoke to the air, Melemizargo? Rozeta? Can we get some cooperation going here, please? A reenactment and an enabling of Ascension?

A moment passed in an eternity.

Erick imagined Melemizargo and Rozeta speaking in the shadows, and in the clouds.

Killzone and Sitnakov struck each other and separated as they had a hundred times since Erick started talking with Chernom, but each one was running on fumes and resons.

And then it was time.

A blue pulse pulled back from the battlefield, from the contact of the two warriors.

Killzones Script-empowered silver aura and all of his [Fist Storm] suddenly failed. He reoriented fast. He managed to stay afloat. His conjured weapons did not. Fists pattered onto the ground like the final rush of a great rainstorm.

Sitnakovs Script-empowered wind faltered. He did not manage to stay afloat. He hit the ground in a controlled-crash.

The fight paused, for now.

And then Blue rippled away from the fight, twisting Genesis to rapidly create something real as the Script left the land, revealing a great land of white stone pillars with lines of gold all throughout. All of Killzones scattered metals vanished. The sky turned into more crystal towers. Up there, sky bridges connected everything to everything else, but down here, a blue river flowed between towers, between crystal shores laden with mosses and garden paths.

The participants in the battle were repositioned.

The Script would be back, but later, when the memory was done.

The memory was the set for a wedding, taking place at the bottom of the deepest parts of Stratagold. The wedding was not for today. It was some other day, in the near future. All that existed right now was a white arch of metal and a platform and some lightwards that marked out some seating arrangements. The chairs were nowhere to be seen. The tables that would hold the banquet were empty, without any table cloths.

Erick watched the memory from far away. He was alone. Chernom had relocated, too.

Chernom stood like an adamantium orcol wrought, stretching his black hands up and shaping some lightwards over the white arch where the ceremony would take place. He made light, and then erased light, forming letters and then erasing them, trying to get it right. He looked like Killzone, but there was a softness to him that did not exist in the man who would become Killzone. Chernom was an artist, making a series of triggering lightwards that would unfold and twist and then change as the ceremony went on.

Killzone set down on the ground at the end of the aisle that led up to Chernom. He still looked like himself, but also like Chernom, if Chernom were to hold himself in a completely different, harder sort of way.

Sitnakov set down to the far side, where he somehow ended up leaning against one of the giant white pillars.

Killzone and Sitnakov both had a surreal moment, because both of them knew that this was real, but also not.

Sitnakov stepped away from the pillar, his eyes going wide, as his body began to exude Air Mana. He was a disturbed breeze right now, for he was feeling disturbed himself. He had no Script-granted power at the moment, and though he had likely trained to fight in such a situation, considering dungeons existed for that exact reason, Sitnakov was still running on empty.

Killzone effervesced platinum, almost ready to resume the fight

And then he locked sight onto Chernom, and his glow pulsed. Whatever was happening, whatever this was? Chernom was real.

Killzones voice cracked, Chernom?

Chernom turned, then scowled, though there was a hint of mirth in that scowl. He shouted, Kosomov! Youre not supposed to be here before the ceremony. Im still working on the designs.

In a deep, soft sort of way, Killzone walked forward, speaking lines lost to history, You could work on them for a year and still not be happy.

Yes yes yes Chernom said, rolling his eyes. Done is better than perfect.

Sitnakov spoke his part, I still cant believe I have to be out here chaperoning The Artist. This is supposed to be your job, Kosomov. This could have been avoided if you would have denied his proposal. You two could be gallivanting off into Rozeta knows what places, living in sin like is proper for adventurers.

Chernom sarcastically said, How droll for me to want to make Kosomov an honest man.

Im glad we agree! Sitnakov said, So you can call this whole thing off, yeah?

Fuck off, Sitnakov, Kosomov said, without any real anger, like it was a thing he said all the time.

Sitnakov pulled one of his swords out from his hip, saying, Make me. Prove your worth as someone who can actually protect my brother, and not just as some hanger-on from Titanites impure Heavies, trying to get into real royalty.

The air flickered with Darkness all around the ceremony grounds, far away from Erick.

Upon the hill where Erick stood, Darkness also coiled.

Melemizargo whispered to Erick, Ill show you how its done this time. You get to do the next ones.

Erick nodded.

Killzone and Sitnakov didnt notice the Darkness all around themselves. They didnt notice Chernom eyeing the sky. Whatever spell had been cast, was slowly leaving the two of them. They eyed each other, and realizations came forward, all the way. They hated.

Chernom made a show of looking up and all around, trying to stick to the script of the past, Whered the light go?

Killzone and Sitnakov glared at each other. To call what was in their eyes something as simple as hate was to miss centuries of companionship and memories and fights fought together and stories that went on to get sung in bars, or written down by Knowledge Mages. And then a souring of all of that, all because of one horrible day.

Killzone glared at Sitnakov, If you wouldnt have been an asshole, talking about my heritage and driving me to fight, then maybe we would have noticed Melemizargo staring at our gathering.

Sitnakov pulled his other sword out of his other thigh, to hold them both, as he said, And if you would have been a better man, maybe I could have trusted you with my brother, betrayer.

Melemizargo appeared out of the Darkness, looming above the battlefield, his wings and body and tail flowing around the massive pillars like a primordial ooze. He was an event horizon, upon which all the world collapsed into focus, and that focus was upon his face, directly above the ceremony space, his white eyes glaring down at the participants. He made a show of his white eyes focusing on Killzone, then Sitnakov, and then landing squarely on Chernom, though that whole action had passed in less than a flicker of time.

And then Killzone and Sitnakov noticed Melemizargo.

They noticed.

Erick witnessed the moment that Killzones entire being fractured with ancient pain, and then he focused.

Sitnakov had a similar moment of panic and then calm.

Chernom became a real person.

Melemizargo spoke his lines, I prefer Titanite and Stratagold as enemies.

And then Melemizargo opened his jaws and descended, his serpentine neck curling behind his head, wide as all the pillars all around. His teeth were the size of mansions surrounding an open hole in the world. He would devour, and never stop.

Sitnakov and Kosomov became as they had been, and so much more. Without looking at each other, Sitnakov knew to head high, which he did. He became a slashing tornado, aiming to clip Melemizargos jaws aside. Kosomov headed low, aiming right for Chernom, grabbing him in a tackle that brought him far away from the battlefield.

But Kosomov hit nothing but platinum illusion

And then the illusion became real in a flashing instant.

Many things happened all at once. Erick did not catch them all, because many of them happened outside of his sight, for the very first thing to happen was an explosion of resons from both Sitnakov and Kosomov, obscuring most mana senses. Erick did what he could to adjust his sight to little portals he opened to directly view the land.

Killzone held Chernom in his arms, rushing the two of them outside of the descent of Melemizargos jaws. Chernom held an arm around Killzones neck as they flew, and he kissed Killzone on the cheek. Killzone smiled. He flashed platinum, and suddenly he was kilometers away from the battle, and he was no longer black. He was fully white and almost iridescent, and his entire body had stopped effervescing silver.

Erick was reminded of the Curse of Adamantium at that moment. That Curse is what turned adamantium black, because Melemizargo did not like black being associated with evil.

Killzone slowed because he noticed the change, too.

Chernom kissed him again, and then patted his shoulder. You can let me off here. Go save Sitnakov.

Killzone held tighter, I dont ever want to let you go again.

Go save him, or Im not marrying you.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, Sitnakov tore through Melemizargos jaw and out the other side. He came out covered in blood that rapidly fell away, along with all of the black of his own adamantium body. He turned pure white, too. Even his swords were white. He was amazed at himself for a moment, because he knew he shouldnt have been able to hurt Melemizargo like that at all, and yet he had. He had dived into the jaws of death, and come out a few tens of god-teeth richer.

And also Ascended.

Melemizargos top jaw crashed into the ceremony space, but his bottom jaw was not there to close the gap. Instead of eating the whole ceremony ground, he merely broke part of it, and then he vanished back into the gloom.

Sitnakov laughed at the God of Magic, You fucking bastard! I got you that time.

Melemizargo was nowhere to be found, but several teeth and scales littered the area. His lower jaw simply wasnt there.

Erick rubbed his own jaw, wondering if when Killzone had struck there, he had been trying to replicate what he had been unable to do oh so long ago. And he had, a little. Sitnakov might have done the most damage to the God of Magic, but even Killzones rapid extrication of Chernom had broken several teeth. Both of them had saved Chernom. Killzone, by taking the guy directly out of there, and Sitnakov, by delaying the descent of those jaws by a half-second.

A moment passed, as Sitnakov hovered over the battlefield, and at the gore covering the ceremony grounds.

Killzone showed up. He grinned at Sitnakov, speaking in a drawl, Theyre gonna have to call ya the White Wind, now, ya fuck.

Sitnakov turned and paused, taking in Killzones new look, his eyes going wide. And then he looked down at his own hands and swords. Wha

A blue wave collapsed inward, from far beyond Ericks senses, down into the battlefield. The white pillars of Stratagold vanished as that wave rushed in

A tiny blue box appeared in front of Erick.

Would you like a Wizardly Connection to the Script, Erick Flatt?

Yes / No

Note: This connection is optional.

No thank you. Erick added, Maybe later.

The blue box vanished, just as the entire battlefield ahead vanished; as though it never existed. The marriage grounds were gone. So were the teeth of Melemizargo.

The crater-marked battlefield did not come back. Instead, a continent of green grasses spread out ahead in every direction, both on the lower continent, and in the sky, on the upper continent. The light returned in the middle layers.

The land was at peace But what about the warriors?

Killzone and Sitnakov stood in the middle of a field of flowers, beside a stream that had not been there before. Killzone no longer had the [Shackle of Memory and History] upon his wrist, but he was full-iridescent-white, so it was easy to tell him apart from Chernom. Sitnakov had no iridescence to him, but he was still full-white, too. Both of them were slightly crystalline. Both were different.

Most notably, Erick couldnt mana sense them at all the way he could mana sense normal people, like Chernom. Chernom had a soft silvery cloud for a soul, which was more or less normal, but it was still in tatters here and there. He had just come back; of course there was soul damage. Sitnakov had a white soul that was dense and strong, and completely fake; normal souls did not look like that. He looked like a crystal on the inside, and the outside. Killzone was a void that was not a void; it was a space of mana that was completely indistinct from the normal manasphere. If Erick didnt have eyes and rather extreme senses, he would have thought Killzone was an illusion. Killzone was rather adept at being soft and hidden when he wanted to be he had been fighting Shades for 350 years, after all so it did not surprise Erick that the man had Ascended like he had.

The two men looked at each other, and at the sky and the land

And then Chernom, far away on a hill, waved and shouted. He looked like how Killzone used to look, but softer. Happier.

Killzone went to Chernom.

Sitnakov followed, though he purposefully lagged behind.

Erick allowed them several private moments of quiet words and hand holding, while Sitnakov desperately wanted to throw an arm around Chernoms shoulders and have his own time with his brother, away from Killzone, but Sitnakov stuck with just a quick hug. They could be a family later.

Before they got too into it, Erick stepped through a [Gate] to stand among the three wrought, forgoing all introductions and simply asking a question he could already see the answer to, You True Wizards are done fighting amongst yourselves, right? Training time is over. Nothanganathor awaits, and we need your swords and your fists.

Killzone was the fastest to reorient. He said, Ive gotten a blue box from Rozeta to help me solidify my True Wizard nature. Ill be taking care of that first, and then Ill be ready.

Sitnakov asked, How much time do we have?

Erick said, Rozeta became Goddess of Knowledge and the Script today. You two will need to work on your whatever-you-haves to make yourselves further immune to Nothanganathors influence, but youve been noticed. Big things are happening. We might have a day before initial probes start, or whatever happens. We might have hours. The Shelter is coming down, soon; one way or other unknown ways. He looked to Chernom, then to all of them, as he opened a [Gate] to Stratagolds Yggdrasil beach, saying, See your family. And then prepare.

Chernom smiled wide, then patted Killzone on the ass, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, saying, You wear that body better than I ever did. Go prepare, for real. Ill be waiting. And when youre done preparing, we can talk about everything, and how none of us are the same people we used to be. And then Chernom walked through the portal.

Killzone watched Chernom go, but he also looked at the air. He breathed hard, and said to Erick, Rozeta is calling for a meeting with me and Sitnakov. Well get there from Stratagold. And then he went through the [Gate] He turned. Thank you.

He went.

Sitnakov went with them, saying, Wait up!

Erick watched them for a moment. They looked happy, but weirded out, which was just about the best way for them to be. Erick watched some guardians of Stratagold step out of invisibility and the area, looking shocked as they saw what appeared to be Killzone and some white wroughts in the shapes of Killzone and Sitnakov. Erick smiled at that. Sitnakov started to explain everything in his usual, brusque manner, which looked like it would get him in some sort of initial trouble

Erick closed the [Gate].

And then he took a [Gate] to the Silver Surface.