Unbound

Chapter Five Hundred And Ten – 510

Chapter Five Hundred And Ten – 510

They descended again, a sickening lurch as powerful currents tore at them before the Lindwurms wriggled their way through.

Cold Resistance is level 22!

Vess shivered between the bars of their cage. Felix was still maintaining his Sunken Ward, which had warded off all sense of chill, pressure, and even moisturebut as the Lindwurms swarm further into the depths, its power began to wane. They had personal shields, thanks to the Pendants of Quick Guard Felix had given them all, which had prevented many injuries thus far, but their magic did nothing against the dangers of the deep. She could still breathe, thankfully, but the effects of the rest were mounting.

> Lady Isla handed her an open jar. It was made of clay and covered in complicated sigaldry. Inside were pale white flowers, glowing faintly to her Elemental Eye.

>

Vess did so, and immediately felt a thrill tingle across her skin.

Status Condition: Warm Embrace

Duration: 3 Breaths

Warm Embrace

A layer of heat and life Mana clings to your Body, regulating your temperature despite outside conditions.

The sensation of cold vanished, and though it did little for the pressure, Vess was immediately grateful.

> Lady Isla said, before handing out similar jars out to everyone else, including the War Naga.

> Vess hadnt seen the woman harvesting plants, for all that her pockets and pouches bulged.

> The Chanter forced a smile. >

Vess inclined her head in thanks, and the Chanter returned her focus to the Minotaur in her lap. Lady Isla had put most of her focus on Beefhammer these past few hours, and for good reason. The Unbound was still sporting a nasty gash across his forehead, bruises on his forearms, and broken knucklesall courtesy of his frequent thrashing spasms. It had gotten so bad, that three of the War Nagas were draping their heavy, snake bodies across the boy. Even that was only barely enough to stop him from careening across the cage. He twitched again, but thankfully stilled beneath Lady Islas hands. A long, continuous note was hovering about the woman, a ribbon that swirled through Vess Affinity with a green-gold radiance.

> the Chanter asked.

Vess looked to her right. Felix remained in the spot hed taken up at the start of their incarceration, seated with his legs folded beneath him and arms loose at his side. He was breathing easily, but sweat beaded upon his brow. She knew that if she were to touch him, the man would feel as stone; a detail they had discovered when Beefs first spasm had launched a wild fist at Felixs face. The Autarch had not budged but Beefs fist had broken instead. >

> Lady Isla muttered.

Vess agreed. Nothing was going to wake Felix but Felix himself, much to her chagrin. Beefs haphazard attack hadnt even smudged Felixs cheek. However, the force of Beefs punch had spread, splintering the iron and stone beneath them. The Lindwurms had not appreciated that, threatening them all with death and worsebut they shied away from Felix as they reinforced it, until Vess could barely see between the bars at all.

They fear Felix, but not us. Vess tried to swallow her bitter anger at the draconic monstrosities, and found herself unsuccessful. It stewed in her gut, an alchemists potion of bile and frustration. She gripped her partisan. Not me.

The chill increased again, and Vess realized she had taken her hand from the pot. She released her spear with a single hand, getting her fingers to the edge of the lid before hesitating. Cold Resistance is a useful Skilland I cannot level it if I do not let it flow through me. Vess capped the jar once more, tucking it into her belt pouch. I can handle more than this. I barely feel it.

A corner of her Mind recognized that for the lie it wasit wasnt that she didnt feel the cold. Vess felt it in her bones now. No, merely that the stewpot of bitter bile inside her was boiling hard enough that she simply didnt care.

Cold Resistance is level 23!

We need every edge we can procure. Soon I will reach Apprentice Tier, she thought, channeling her anger toward productivity. Just a little longer.

By Vess estimate, it had been at least four glasses since their capture, and there was no evidence of their stopping yet. Distance had become rather murky for the heiress, as their caged journey had blended into a chill uniformity, and time itself felt strange. She was positive of its passage, but the dark waters and undulating Fathom spawn blocked all view of passing landmarks. Time was unmooredmutable, where once it was held in lockstep with the world.

Beef shivered again, but the War Nagas tightened their coils atop his legs and chest. The warriors on loan from the Deepking were stalwart despite the strains of fear and anger that sang from their Spirits. Vess felt a kinship with them as never before. They traded only a few words, but they were unified in their hatred of the Fathom spawn.

Vess shivered, but kept her fingers clenched tightly around her partisan. She fought against the cold, stoking up the fires of opposition in her heart. The Lindwurms and their lesser brethren were exactly what the Dragoons were founded to fight against; vile, murderous, and without remorse. Among draconic Types, they were among the strongest shed ever encountered. Save for the Depthwurms they had already faced, Vess had not even heard of a draconic Type that approached Tier Vwhat would be a Master Tier for monsters. These Lindwurmseach one held the weight of a Tier VI. Vess burned to kill them, to bring them low with the thrust of her spear, but she knew she would fail. Felix might have been able to rip one of them to shreds alone, but it was an impossible task for herespecially as she was restricted to using only her Spear of Tribulations and stats.

She needed the Skills of a Dragoon.

Yet those Skills were beyond her, locked in the Skill books that were still strapped to her pack, rendered untouchable by the eldritch influence of a Primordial. If she were to stand a chance against the Lindwurms, let alone the Fathom itself, Vess needed to reconstitute her Temper.

> she asked the Lady Isla. >

The Chanter did not look up from Beefs horned head, her hands constantly moving. > She looked up, and Vess couldnt help but notice the deep lines beneath the small womans eyes. >

Vess pulled a breath through her nostrils, trying and failing to cool her emotions. She had never felt so agitated, but she had also never had her peoples enemies so close and her so helpless to fight back. >

> The Chanter broke eye contact as Beef twitched again. >

Vess stood, suddenly and furiously. >

>

> Vess whispered. >

True, they had been so...useful, earlier. But even that short usage had pushed them closer to tiering up, and their visualization within her core space felt firmer than ever. It filled her with dread, a fear that was one part anger and two parts nauseus anxiety. Felix had asked her, but she'd done it knowing the consequences. Removing them would be that much harder now, just as Lady Isla said.

Beef kicked out a leg, drawing a pained hiss from one of the War Naga. Lady Isla grasped his horns, gripping them and wrenching with more Strength than Vess expected. Beefs head twisted, and a burst of eerie, burning liquid forced itself from his mouth. It curled on itself and faded into dusty sand moments later, but not before Vess Elemental Eye identified a great number of Mana types infused within it.

> Lady Isla said, her voice somber. The long song of her Chant faded from hearing, and she let go of the Minotaurs horns in frustration. >

> Vess insisted, pushing beyond that boiling brew within her. >

> Lady Isla asked, her coronet askew. >

Vess brandished her partisan, and in a flash of silver summoned a single Spear to hover beside her. >

No matter what, Vess would be ready.

Down, down, down.

The Lindwurms carried them further and further afield, down into the black depths. So far below the surface that Vess had to clench her abdomen so that her spine wouldnt compress. The cold increased again, so frigid now that it felt like fire in her veins. It was a brutal, terrible test of her Endurance and Willpower, but Vess did not set it aside. Anything and everything she could hold to fight against the Fathom, she would sharpen to a razors edge.

Spear of Tribulations is level 81!

She stood, pacing herself through the Steps of the Dragoon and maneuvering one other Spear in addition to her partisan. It was all there was room for within the cramped confines of the cage. But Vess did not let it stop her from extracting every inch of value from their time in transit. The cage, her allies, even the thickening gelid waters surrounding them became obstacles to overcome. Training partners that she tested her mettle against, as she pressed her Agility and Dexterity to its limit to avoid them all.

Time passed. Her initial count grew unreliable, until Vess no longer worried about estimating it at all. There was only the moment. There was only the Spear.

When she grew tired, she rested. When she was hungry, she ate from their stores. She flared her Skills, those that would not risk her fate, cycling through them whenever she had the stores of energy to afford them. Slowly, they rose.

Spear of Tribulations is level 82!

Analyze is level 73!

Diplomacy is level 67!

The last was a strange result, which Vess soon attributed to the looks of admiration she garnered from the War Naga. Her unflagging diligence had earned her more than one mute nod of appreciation.

She feltnot ready, but honed. Primed for a battle that she might not win, but would fight until the last breath left her Body, her Mind went dark, and her Spirit returned to her ancestors.

The cage shook.

> Lavix asked. She slithered to the bars before gasping. >

Vess strode to her side, peering through the miniscule gap between rock and iron. The Naga was right. The flood of Fathom spawn had vanished, leaving only the five huge Lindwurms guarding them. They were more than enough on their own, but Vess took heart. >

> Lady Isla asked. The Chanter looked more than tired, but a measure of strength entered her voice at the prospect of change. >

Lavix grunted, clutching at her head. > she said through clenched fangs. >

Vess felt it too, as the water rapidly increased in chill and pressure once again. And again. She managed to release a single, high pitched exhale before falling to her knees in pure pain.

Cold Resistance is level 24!

Cold Resistance is level 25!

You Have Reached Apprentice Tier With Cold Resistance!

You Gain:

+5 END

+5 VIT

+5 AGL

Cold Resistance is level 26!

Cold Resistance is level 35!

The moment her resistance exceeded Apprentice Tier, the majority of the mammoth pain vanished, replaced only by the hideous sensation of live coals replacing her bones. Vess bit off her screams, fumbling with her pouch to retrieve the jar shed gotten earlier. The Warm Embrance Status Condition alleviated the worst of the cold, enough that her vision unfuzzed, and just in time to see the retreating lip of a great cliff side vanish above them.

> she asked, her voice worn thin. It came out far quieter than she expected and Vess swallowed twice to no avail. Her throat was raw from the screams.

> Lady Isla said. She was hastily smearing a thick ungeant on the War Naga before turning to Vess. > She laid the paste onto Vess forehead, and her throat immediately restored itself as aches and minor wounds from her mad training faded. >

Vess nodded mutely, her gaze pulled uncontrollably to the world outside their cage as her heart hammered wildly in her chest. The dark had receded somewhat as a purple-blue glow suffused the waters, highlighting the lightning-like patterns of ice that crawled up the walls. Soon, far more quickly than she anticipated, they reached the bottom, and Vess looked on in amazement. Vessels of all shapes and sizes littered the deep silt, most encased entirely in ice, and all clearly of Ages long since past. They sat scattered among the frozen, half-mutilated corpses of titanic beasts, each one a rival for the Lindwurms.

> Lady Isla whispered. >

> Lavix said in a horrified hiss. >

You dont.

The voice rumbled above them, utterly calm yet as loud as any scream. The cage shook itself apart beneath that voice, the stone and iron turned instantly to a fine dust that swirled once around them before whisking away in an invisible current. Vess stumbled, but only slightly, her stats and training allowing her to level her blue-white parisian in the direction of the voice. She nearly dropped it in horror, however, as she beheld the twisted monstrosities that surrounded them all. The voice chuckled.

You beg.