Sylver Seeker

Chapter 238: Double Down(2/2)

Chapter 238: Double Down(2/2)

Honey! We have company! Faust shouted as he led the two arch-mages through the maze of metal-walled tunnels. The delay between Fausts shout and the echo was substantial.

The copper was about as thick as a piece of paper, and yet it didnt bend when Sylver walked on it, and despite appearances, when Edmund walked on it, it didnt sound hollow. The copper stairs and handrails were in pristine condition, and just like the rest of the structure, felt as if they were made out of treated titanium.

Did something happen to Chrys? Faust asked as he hopped down the stairs. He was avoiding putting weight onto his right leg. It didnt dangle as he jumped, but it was clearly not just a simple sprain.

Shes fine, but someone is using a metal obelisk to amplify Tulis natural magical interference. Nautis is helping them, and a demon is involved... Speaking of, did anyone ever mention Nautis escaping, or dying? Sylver asked, Faust quietly hopped ahead of them.

Whos Nautis? Faust asked.

Sylver tried not to smile too hard, but you could almost hear the laugh in his voice.

Doesnt matter. Apart from the leg, how are you? Sylver asked.

Faust looked over his shoulder and spoke in a whisper.

My spine is severed in 2 different places, my heart stopped beating 3 days ago, so Ive been manually circulating my blood using Ki, and I lost my sense of hearing last night. Dont tell Anna, Faust said, as he continued to silently hop forward.

Where do you find these people? Edmund asked in a language Faust didnt know.

According to Poppy, Im such a destructive force, I have my own gravitational field, Sylver answered.

The air in the corridor had that tell-tale taste of bitterness, which meant they were breathing magically recycled oxygen. Light was provided by faint glowing pieces of glass embedded in the ceiling.

In terms of cleanliness, the walls, floor, and ceiling were downright sterile, the only evidence of Fausts passage through these corridors were tiny flecks of blood sprinkled in the corners, that Faust very likely hadnt been able to reach with whatever he used to clean the rest of the blood away.

So whats new with you? Faust asked as he began to hop down yet another flight of stairs.

If Sylvers count was right, they were descending towards the 11th floor. He had sent his shades out to investigate the various rooms, but all of them were completely empty. Rows upon rows of empty square rooms, just big enough for 4 people to sleep side by side in.

Apart from Edmund waking up, not much. I spent about a week recovering my strength, and then we teleported into Tuli. We escaped from a vein that had acidic blood flowing through it, approached a giant metal obelisk, and were teleported outside high in the air. While I was up there, I recognized the signs of you fighting someone, and then I was close enough that I could feel Will hiding in your shadow, Sylver explained, as they reached the bottom of the stairs, and Sylver felt an odd chill in his stomach as he took in his surroundings.

Shiny metal cans were stacked to the ceiling, crates with pickaxe heads sticking out of them lined the walls, and as Sylvers shades returned, they informed him that it wasnt just the corridor that was overflowing with supplies, but every single room on this floor was filled with boxes and crates of various sizes.

Faust jumped past the crates and was helped over to his seat by his fianc, Anastasia.

In one corner there were 2 sleeping bags, in another, there was a basket with some crushed cans, and the rest of the small space was occupied by boxes that had been placed together in the shape of a couch, and were then covered by a thick layer of torn up bright orange uniforms.

Edmund politely introduced himself to Anna, and then walked over to Faust, and removed the one-armed mans shirt. Fausts chest was more blue than white, an enormous bloated bruise, that had created stretch marks on the edges.

Edmund placed his palm on top of Fausts bald burn scar-covered head, and placed his other hand up against his stomach, just below the belly button.

Out of pure habit, Sylver lifted his arm up to his face and shielded his eyes. But instead of a literally blinding white light, Sylver saw what could at best be described as an energetic glow.

The glow flowed from Fausts head, down to his stomach, and spread out like branches on a growing tree.

Edmund made a sound, a sort of short sigh, which meant that if he had been a less polite man, he would have said a string of derogatory words, along with a number of slurs, aimed at whoever had caused the person hes healing this much damage and pain.

The only noise after that came from Faust, who at first gasped, as Edmund healed and restarted his heart, and then Faust began to cough, as Edmund forced the mans lungs to breathe again.

Sylver almost forgot Anna was standing next to him, up until she spoke.

They ambushed us. Shot us out of the sky with a bolt of lightning. Faust tried to fight them off, but every single attack came from so far away that by the time he reached them, they were already gone. They chased after us, and without any warning, stopped. When we tried to leave, they attacked us again. We camped here for a day or so, while Faust recovered, Anna explained, in such a dispassionate tone of voice that Sylver struggled to understand her.

The only time there was so much as a hint of emotion, was when she said Faust. She didnt quite purr the word or chew on it, it was barely there, but relative to the rest of her words she might as well have sung his name.

And you discovered that they wont attack you while youre inside a certain section of the forest, Sylver said, as Anna nodded her head.

They were afraid of damaging this place, Anna explained.

Then why is it so broken up? Sylver asked.

The only reason he came here was because of all of the damage he saw.

Faust got a little upset and walked around punching things. We found this place, and this is the 4th night weve spent here? Anna guessed.

I see Aside from the food, tools, and uniforms, did you find anything else? Sylver asked as Anna shook her head.

Faust sucked in a whistling breath through his teeth.

Theres probably a hidden room here somewhere, Sylver said, as a glowing bone gradually pushed itself out through Fausts stump, and string by string, the bone became covered by muscles and ligaments.

Very gently, Sylver placed his hand on Annas shoulder, and just as gently, he pushed her along with him as he walked out of the room. They heard a muffled yelp, followed by muffled screaming, which was followed by complete silence, as Sylver finished casting his spell.

You said hes your brother? Anna asked.

We have a word for it, but brother is the closest thing in Eirish. Comrade doesnt have the same depth to it, that brother does, Sylver explained, as he gestured at a sealed crate, and used his shadow to remove the nails holding the lid closed.

Inside there were cans of food, bright orange uniforms, a couple of cooking utensils, and a miscellaneous collection of things that had been available for purchase back when there was a prison inside of Tuli.

The thing is, Nautis had been tortured for information, extensively, and the only way it was possible that he didnt tell them about this storage vault, was that he didnt know about it.

Is Faust going to be alright? Anna asked.

Once again, it was just a drop of emotion, but it was a drop of white paint on a pitch-black canvas.

Eds quite literally the greatest healer that's ever lived. If he doesnt fully heal him now, it just means hell heal him over a day, or week, with him its not a question of if, its a question of when. Also, Faust is a lot tougher than you think he is, Sylver explained, as he cut open the can, and brought the contents up to his nose.

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Edmund ended up having to operate on Faust, he had an infection in his abdomen. The process was quick, and because Ed was the one performing it, and not Sylver, painless.

Numbing nerves for a couple of hours is a lot harder to do with magic than it is to do it using drugs. Its especially hard to do, while simultaneously healing the infected flesh wrapped around the aforementioned nerves.

But, as Sylver had said, Edmund was the best, and the only thing holding him back was his lack of mana. Healing magic is expensive. Speeding up a persons bodys natural healing is one thing, but forcing a body to heal beyond what its capable of is exponentially harder.

By the time Sylver gave up searching for a hidden entrance, Faust had two arms, two functioning legs, two working eyeballs, and aside from a slight cough, and being deaf in his left ear, he was perfectly fine.

It was quite easy to cut through the copper using abyss magic, but the only thing on the other side was earth. Sylver tried the floor first because that made the most sense to him, but he didnt find any hidden ladders.

Theyre ready to go if you are, Edmund said.

Sylver sat on the ground, while he waited to see if one of the boxes the shades were searching through had anything other than mining supplies in them.

The simplest explanation was that someone from the Black Mane had built this, and for some reason, didnt touch it after a certain point. Another explanation was that Nautis master had built this, but didnt tell him about it.

As to why Faust and Anna were safe here, the answer was obvious if you thought about it, and even more obvious once Edmund confirmed what Sylver had already guessed.

Fairies.

Or something fairy-adjacent.

Sylver had felt someone watching him, but Edmund was the one that verified the fact that this patch of dirt was infested with Fae.

The fact that they didnt show themselves didnt mean anything, fairies arent what anyone would describe as rational. As far as Sylver was concerned there were slightly less dangerous demons.

Less dangerous, but infinitely more annoying to deal with.

Demons at least could hold a negotiation, granted they werent always reasonable, but at least there was wiggle room.

With fairies, the only way to make a deal with them is if they make you an offer first.

Sometimes they ask for your firstborn child, sometimes they ask for the liver of your second favorite grandparent, sometimes they ask for two shiny red apples, sometimes they want a mirror made out of wood, and the one time Sylver was approached by a fairy, it wanted him to tear his throat open, and pull his heart out through the hole.

In return, the fairy offered him a pair of well-worn shoes.

Spirits, and that included fairies, didnt have a high opinion of people that had pure dark souls. They werent just worthless, they were less than worthless, their existence spat in the face of everything the magical creatures stood for.

This was supposed to be a vacation Sylver mumbled to himself, as Spring continued telling him that the shades didnt find anything of note.

This is better. Not to mention it will feel a million times better to go on a proper vacation after were done with this, Edmund said, as he helped Sylver stand up.

Sylvers robe wriggled around as it pushed off what little dust there was on him.

Sylver looked at Edmunds face and cocked his head to the side.

What if we just force our way in? Sylver asked.

And do what?

Kill everyone. Ill corrupt the obelisk so it interferes with Nautis teleportation, we kill everyone inside, find out where the rest of them are and have Lola send assassins after them, while we work on speeding up Tulis healing process, Sylver explained, even as his non existent stomach twisted into a knot.

Edmund stared into Sylvers eyes and did that thing where he looked past his eyes, and stared right at his soul.

Wow You really dont want to talk to that Poppy woman, Edmund said with a tone of genuine concern in his voice.

Its going to turn into a whole thing! I can feel it! Im going to talk to her, and shell tell me whoever hired Nautis is trying to summon a demon god, using Tuli as a sacrifice, or something equally massive and ridiculous, and then the next year of our lives will be wasted trying to stop them. And by the time were done, there will be another catastrophe for us to deal with, Sylver explained, as he made a vague circular gesture with his hands.

I wouldnt call saving Tuli a waste. Not to mention how much damage well prevent by killing the demon, Edmund said.

Well never get anywhere by merely reacting Sylver mumbled mostly to himself.

He took a deep calming breath and straightened out his robe.

So what are we doing? Edmund asked. Sylver waited to see if his stomach would at the very least loosen at the sound of Edmunds voice, but if anything, the fact that Edmund seemed open to the idea only made Sylvers stomach double down on the knot thing.

Help me booby trap this place, and then we can go see Poppy. Since I havent found the secret room, no one gets to know its secrets, Sylver said, as he and Ed shared a look.

Especially not Nautis, Sylver thought, and Edmund guessed.