Wish upon the Stars (Original Superhero cultivation sci fi litrpg)

[Malcolm Tent]

Over the next eight or nine hours, we caught three more B-rank Void infiltrators. Not all of them were Vessels, sadly. In fact, only the first one, Faustryche, had been a vessel. Personally, I didn't think it was so bad, we'd still taken down some Void worshippers, and even if they didn't happen to be big bosses, they were still powerful assets we were denying the other side. Not to mention they still had bounties, which meant we'd still get points.


My parents though, looked deeply unsettled. "Something is wrong," my mom commented as we finished off the third. "There were supposed to be a few different bounties down here, and these were the least consequential."


"It's been bothering me for a while," my dad agreed. "This isn't how the Void operates. They hate us, but they also mostly hate each other. Void Children aren't insane so much as UNsane, but they're certainly too alien to operate in a coherent formation. Even to each other. The way this whole thing has been going, it's like someone is moving pieces on a board. Which they shouldn't be capable of."


I frowned at him. "Really? It's seemed a little…haphazard, don't you think? I mean yeah, they have a shared goal, but they're not working TOGETHER. They're just kind of aimed in the same direction."


"That's more than they should be capable of," he said flatly. "This is off. Working towards a coherent goal like this is…complicated. I could maybe see enough of them agreeing to throw their people scattershot at the planet, but planning the infiltration on the lifts? The attack on Calliope? It smacks of purpose. Of overarching goal. That shouldn't be possible. There is no HEIRARCHY among the Void Children, not beyond the inherent hierarchy of power."


I froze. His voice prickled something in the back of my head. "What if there was," I said slowly. "Or at least, what if there could be." I told him about the Vessel I'd run into who had tried to recruit me. I hadn't really thought about it since it happened, but in retrospect, it seemed odd.


"That's…bad," Zeke cut in. "Like, scale of one to ten, thats fifteen points of total fucking disaster. Void Children cooperating is cataclysmic."


My mom nodded. "It is. There's no way a truce like that will hold. Once we've destroyed the ones inhabiting the nearest areas to realspace, the others will expand to fill the gaps." I cocked my head, and she explained. "The Void is complicated. But as best we can tell, the rank of a Void Child is related to the space they take up in the Void. The more Void they control, the stronger they get."


"So if we worked with them, they'd help us kill the others, and then use the space to get stronger?" I said in horror.


"Worse," Callie cut in with a grimace. "Once they expanded, they would be adjacent to realspace. So the ambivalence that allowed for the truce would no longer be viable. They'd be driven just as insane by the neighboring noise."


My dad shook his head. "That's not the worst of it. The worst is that the power blocs formed by these…what was it he called them? Deepchildren? Will influence the rest of the Void spawn. The Void is fractured because they're constantly clashing. No one force can gather enough power to centralize. But if the Deepchildren manage to form a large enough power base, they can pressure the others. Conquer or destroy them. It'll snowball into a cohesive and unified Void."


Callie looked pale. "I think…I think that's happened before. Sometime a long long time ago. There was a god. A Void god. But it died." She grimaced, clutching her head. "This isn't…ow, ow, ow, fuck!" She collapsed, and I was there next to her, panicking.


"Cal?" I said anxiously, shaking her. "Honey, what's wrong? What hurts?" I shifted to Zagan, flooding her with cleansing life giving flame, but it didn't help. I turned to my mother. "Mom, help! Use your purifying flame!"


She knelt down beside my wife, putting a hand on her head and flooding her with white flame. It didn't hurt her, of course, but it also didn't help. Maybe because Callie had some of the purifying flame in her heretic fire. I snarled, laying her down on the ground as I fumbled for a scroll. Her hand snapped up to grab my wrist. "No!" She hissed. "It's not…it's not the Void!" I frowned, not understanding what she meant. "It's my trait. The Heretic Fire is trying to commune with me."


I blinked at her dumbly. "I don't understand," I said in frustration. "But if it's that, I can help." I reached into the bond, where the trait was connected, and pulled it toward me, trying to offload some of the pain or pressure or…whatever, to myself.


It didn't work, exactly, but it did help a little. Her face eased. I pulled her up, leaning her head in my lap. "Don't scare me like that, damn it," I said tightly. "What the hell is going on?"


She grimaced. "It's not over yet. I can feel it trying. My trait wants me to know something, but the Void is rioting inside my brain. I think it has to do with how all the Void spawn seem to know what the flame is. What I am. With that ancestral hatred of Heretics. I think…I think the Heretic God is the reason the Void doesn't have a god anymore."


As soon as that came out, she threw her head back and SCREAMED, the pain echoing off the distant cavernous walls. I snarled in frustration my fingers digging uselessly into her shoulders as agony wracked her body.


This…this was fucking TORTURE. Why was this happening? Why couldn't I help her? I could handle pain, she should just give it all to me. It would be so much less horrible than holding the woman I loved and watching her suffer when I couldn't do anything. My breathing go heavier, faster, I felt like the world was narrowing to a pinpoint. I was failing. She was going to die and I- my brain came crashing to a halt. I couldn't go into her head and help or anything, but I could do something else.


Pulling my mask off, I lowered my head to hers, pressing our foreheads together and pulling and then…we were inside my library. I picked her up, carried her to the table in the center of the room, and then started grabbing books. Empty books by the armload. I triggered Beelzebub, twelve other me's joining in, and we started pressing the tomes to her body anywhere we could find.


Then we all triggered Dantalion (I upgraded it to C-rank with my staff) and PULLED. Dantalion was the demon of information. This was the Great Book Heavenly Library, but it was also my Pride pseudo Domain. This place was made for information, for its capture and preservation, for its deduction. The tree above my own Chronicle shifted, the branches reaching down to pick up books, adding them to the connection.


Callie's screams faded. Information. Forbidden or not, this was about information. Her Void Path was telling her something, her Heretic Angel trait was telling her something else. They were fighting over what she was allowed to know, but here that wasn't their choice. In the presence of my Ten Demons Tree, with Dantalion running a rank higher, INSIDE my library, no information was hidden from me. Not the kind contained in D-rank skills or traits.


The books were filling. Mostly with gibberish. Black jagged symbols that looked nothing like letters, written in strange spiral patterns that interlocked and intersected in strange and frankly uncomfortable ways.


One of the books slammed shut, and I threw it over my shoulder, grabbing another. Then a second one did the same. I snarled, calling for more. The library had no limits on knowledge. It could hold anything. I KNEW it could. Because the library wasn't just mine. It came from the old man. He'd used it to create the most powerful Skill the universe had ever known. The perfect Skill. The Void wasn't more powerful than he was. I refused to admit that.


Books began to slam shut, and I threw them away, grabbing new ones. As I did, Callie's pain started to ease. It wasn't over, but something was happening. Just not enough. Not fast enough or completely enough. My wife was dying. I could FEEL it. And it was my fault. My half assed idea to counterbalance her Path with a trait too early. She couldn't handle combining them and…I froze.


Leaving the others to work, I turned and bolted over to one of the books. I opened it, wincing at the jarring script, and tried to use Dantalion to process or parse it. I just needed to know…pushing through the pain, I bared my teeth in a vicious grin. Perfect.


It was hard to describe the sort of inspiration that I got when dealing with these kinds of things. My natural talent and instinct for Paths. But it was there, and it was real, and my own Path, with elements of the Fatewalker, was particularly attuned to those strokes of brilliance. If it hadn't been, I doubt I would have been able to do or even explain my actions following that discovery.


I threw the book on the floor. Then went and grabbed another, and another. I piled all the books that were filling with Callie's Path and stacked them all as high as I could go, grabbing more from the tree and from my other selves as they were completed. I quickly ran out. Eventually, the books stopped filling, and Callie started whimpering in pain. "It's ok love," I told her softly, pushing sweat soaked hair out of her face.


She didn't have her mask in here, it was just those beautiful blue eyes I loved so much, staring up at me clouded with pain. I had to physically tear myself away from her side as I rushed to complete my task, but I did it. Her safety was all that mattered.


Once the book stack was complete, I ran over to grab my staff from where it floated above the tome. Then I ran back over, and I reached through the bond. Finding her Heretic Angel trait was simple, given my connection to it, and pulling on her Heretic Flame was even easier. A fist sized sphere of blue black fire manifested on the end of the staff, looking for all the world like a torch, and I lowered it to the pile.


There was a whoosh and the entire stack of books went up like they'd been soaked in kerosene. The flames caught, exploding outward and literally BLOWING me off my feet, consuming my vision in darkness and sending me falling. Falling where, I had no clue, but fall I did. I could still hear Callie screaming and I tried to get to her, but I couldn't and then…


It was over. We were both fine, sitting in a chair across a familiar table. This was the executive cafeteria in Valen, back on Callus. The first place I'd ever seen my wife. Across the table from us was a man I'd never met before. A man with startling blue eyes that faded to black rather than having a defined pupil.


He was sitting at the table, eating a steak, and when we appeared (because I somehow knew we had) he smiled warmly at the two of us. "Hello little ones," he said in a voice like simmering honey. "I've been expecting you." He gestured to the table in front of us, where a pair of plates containing a sort of red rice based stew I'd never seen before sat waiting. "Please," said the Heretic God. "Have something to eat. We aren't in much of a hurry. And I imagine you have quite a few questions."

 

[Malcolm Tent]

I stared at the kindly man in shock. Or rather, I tried to. I couldn't see him, really. My eyes were inexorably drawn to his, falling into the blue black abyss. He had the same eyes as my wife, but…more. An order of magnitude more. They were magnetic, hypnotic, whatever term you wanted to use, I couldn't look away. Like they were pulling me into an endless abyss from which I'd never escape.


And then, they weren't. "Apologies," he chuckled ruefully. "I forget that happens to mortals. I haven't entertained company in quite some time."


Callie was staring too, but she didn't seem captivated or consumed, just…lost. "I...I know you. How do I know you? Not just like, who you are, I mean. I feel like you're familiar. Like you're someone important to me. But we've never met."


"Well of course," he beamed warmly. "I like to think all children know their parents."


Her eyes hardened. "You're not my father," she said firmly. "Trust me, I wish that was the case, because you almost couldn't be worse than the one I have, but he is who he is. He might not have parented me much, but I got enough physical and mental traits from him that I couldn't deny it if I wanted to."


Laughing, he just shrugged. "Is that what makes a parent? Because it seems to me you have as much of me in you as him at this point. After all, haven't you noticed you've got my eyes?"


That seemed to throw her off balance, and I could tell she wanted to argue but didn't know how. "Yeah, about that, how did you manage that?" I forced the conversation back onto me. "Because we were just kind of throwing pasta at the wall to see what stuck. I originally thought the Heretic Flame was a lucky accident, but even my luck isn't that good. You did something."


"What a wonderful man you've found for yourself, Calliope," he laughed. "Such presence of mind. Most would take credit for such an occurrence. It's a rare man who questions his gifts and not just his misfortunes."


Callie's hand found mine, gripping it tightly enough that I could tell she was overwhelmed without needing my eyes or the bond. "That's not an answer," I pointed out.


He shrugged again. "You got close enough. The presence of the Void, the purifying flame, and a few of your more esoteric tricks. It gave me enough to work with. Once you got my attention, I just…tapped your elbow, so to speak."


"You can do that?" I said warily. "Affect a working when you're, I assume, dead?"


"Gods don't die," he told me matter of factly. "They just kind of scatter. And once they do, they retain bits of what they once were. Our Domains are…inextricably linked to who we are. With a shattered soul, it takes a VERY close match to stumble into a god's sphere of influence. But it does happen. How do you think Hatescream orchestrated his resurrection? The information necessary to engineer that kind of ritual is far beyond what you could leave in written instructions. Some fool tripped over his divinity by mistake and ended up an avatar. It happens."


Callie spoke up. "So I'm your…avatar?" She chewed on the word like it was oatmeal. "What does that mean?"


He waved it off. "It's just a word for a being through which a god acts. After a deity dies, if you want to use that word, their power is diminished to near nothingness. But stories never end. And neither do the gods they become. You know that Domains can interfere with each other, it's why Morgan Lark killed all the other vampires. They can also interact, as can the forces that will one day become them."


"I see," my wife said inscrutably. "And you used this connection to make me…what I am."


His smile was kind. "I did. Gods have always acted through their children, when they have nowhere else to turn. Your friend Satala, for instance. I chose you, Calliope. You were the only option, admittedly, but I haven't regretted that choice. You've made me proud."


I felt Callie's churn of emotions through the bond. Confusion, anger, hurt, longing. Callie's relationship with her dad was BAD. Understandably, because Paul Reynolds was a fucking scumbag. But this man was kind of a relative. Kind of a new start. And kind of intrusive, which wasn't helping. He seemed to pick up on that, because he changed gears. "As I said, I'm sure you have questions for me?" he prodded.


My wife nodded, getting her head back on the matter at hand. "Yes. So many. But I think for now, we need to know what the trait was trying to tell me. About the Void god. Could he be coming back? Could this all be because of him? If gods don't die…"


He waggled a hand. "That's complicated. The Void god called itself a god, but it wasn't, not really. Void Children, and the things they become, are not capable of divinity as we attain it. They don't have souls, exactly. Though they do have SOMETHING. Ruxx was a particularly powerful being, but its return is unlikely. I destroyed it quite thoroughly, though the effort destroyed me in turn."


"Ok," I said slowly. "Probably a bit of a sidetrack but…how? How did you do all this?" I waved at him. "The Heretic God, the Heretic Flame. Like, was that just your Domain? Did you build your whole legend around destroying the Void?"


He shook his head. "Not at all. In fact, I got my powers from the Void. It's why Calliope was so compatible with me. But I suspect you already guessed as much."


"You mentioned it was an ingredient in the Heretic Flame," I acknowledged. "But I didn't expect…that. How does that work? Like you were a god and you bent the knee to serve, what was its name? Ruxx?"


His sigh was wistful. "Not at all. I gained my divinity in service to the Void. I was originally…well, I had a complicated childhood, let's say that. I was very strong as a boy. Possibly too strong. All the other children in my city looked up to me, and I gloried in the adulation. I was tall and powerful, everyone expected great things from me."


Those blue black eyes lost focus, staring off into the distance. "Except for one small thing. I wasn't an Ascendant. I didn't have a point of Impact. Several of the other boys did, and they gained power quickly. I was left behind, abandoned, and I was angry.


"We knew about the Void, in those days," he explained. "And were taught its dangers. But some were seduced by its power. There was a witch, near the city I grew up in, named Morwenna. I went to see her, and I begged her for power." His smile turned bitter. "And she gave it to me. Oh yes. I became an Ascendant, I stepped onto the path to power, and I never looked back."


I grimaced. "Favors like that aren't free. Especially not from the Void."


"No," he said with a sad laugh. "No they are not. This one certainly wasn't. I was approached years later, once I reached D-rank. I was told I would become a Vessel.


"Being the Vessel of a Void Child is…awful," he explained. "And wonderful. It burns out a part of you. A part that people need, but one that most of us would rather not have. The part that feels shame. Uncertainty. Doubt. The part that hesitates." His eyes narrowed with remembered pain. "It makes us monsters. And I was the very worst."


Callie was staring at him in horror. "So…what happened? How did you go from that to this?"


"When a Void Child grows, so does its Vessel," he said tightly. "And mine GREW. With my help and influence, Ruxx climbed the ranks quickly. I was powerful. My black flame was mighty, and it consumed all it touched. The fires of the Void are hungry things, and none could stand before them. Or me. Until Ruxx crossed that final threshold. Until he became a god, or some version of one. And so did I."


I blinked as everything clicked together. "Your soul," I said as I got it. "The damage he did was to your soul, but when you became a god it pushed your soul up with you. Mirror souls are special. It fixed whatever he did."


"It did," he nodded. "It was the most excruciating thing I have ever experienced. But when it was done, I felt…everything. And I hated. Myself. Ruxx. Morwenna. Hell, I hated the world." As he spoked, he began to weave his fingers, pulling specks of burning cinder from the air. He started to weave, and I knew without looking what he was making. A Chronicle. Callie's Chronicle.


He reached out and pulled free some of her shadow from the table, using it as thread as he started to stitch together a book. Callie watched, but didn't stop him. He was doing this, but we both knew he wasn't. She was. This place was hers, and he was acting through her to create this. We could both feel his good intentions, both feel how useful this would be, so we just sat and listened to the story as he stitched.


"I spent millennia wallowing," he said as he worked. "Hating, and breaking, and healing. Until I made a choice. I decided that I had had enough. That the Void's grip on realspace was too strong. In those days, the universe as a dark and terrible place. They kept us alive as servants. As pawns and amusements. Because Ruxx was lazy and liked what we could do for it.


"So I began to plan. The fires of the Void were powerful, but they couldn't affect the Void itself. They were a weapon that could only be turned on my own." His voice rang with shame and self loathing. "So I went out and began to search for ways to change them. I searched for centuries, eventually stumbling upon a spark of divinity from a goddess of purification. An ember that had been one of her objects of power."


He held up a hand, and the blue black flame we had come to know kindled in his palm, leaping and dancing as he stared into it. "There was more. It was a long journey. But I eventually reached the end. I kindled a spark of Heretic Fire. I burned the Void from my very BONES, and I took up a war standard against the Void Children, driving them from our space and freeing my people from the servitude I help cast them into.


"They lauded me as a hero," he said in disgust. "No one was left who remembered what I had done. What I had been. When I changed sides, realspace had been under the boot for tens of thousands of years. I was almost glad that destroying Ruxx killed me. It was a relief not to hear their undeserved cheers of gratitude anymore. They made me sick."


His hands stopped, and he set the object he'd been holding down. It had been burning cinders before, scraps of the books I'd lit aflame to bring us here. That had been why I'd done it. But he'd stitched them together into a single, solid tome, and he pushed it towards Callie. She took it reverently, feeling the power from it, just like I could. He'd combined them for us. Her Path and Trait. Combined them more perfectly than I ever could have, and I wasn't quite sure what the result would be, even if I was eager to find out.


Callie picked it up, looking lost still, but she had one more question. This place was coming unravelled. And she had one more thing she needed to know. "What was your name?" She asked him softly.


He smiled fiercely at her. "I haven't spoken it for eons now. No one has. But I suppose, oh daughter of my heart, that if anyone deserves it, you do. I know you don't think of me in such a way, and maybe you never will, but someday, I hope to earn that regard. To have family again after all this time, and leave a mark on this world that will wash away the stain of what I did. When that day comes, when you feel ready to claim me as kin, lift your head with pride, and tell any who ask that you are the child of Adam Atlas." And then, we woke up.

 

[Quenster06]

Spoiler: Corrections

In those days, the universe as a dark and terrible place.

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The universe was

Can't wait until Callie gets rid of that Void Priestess corruption. Burn the Void beings out of Realspace!

 

[Malcolm Tent]

We came back to reality dazed. The first thing I did was check on Callie. "Cal? Sweetie? You with me? How's your head?" I surged Zagan, flooding her body with life energy before she could answer, and she giggled and smacked at my hand.


"Wait til I respond, idiot," she said fondly. "And I'm…good." She sounded conflicted. But not in a bad way. I helped her sit up, smiling the whole time. I was just so relieved she was alright.


Everyone around us looked frantic. I glanced around to find my family and friends huddled nearby. "Hey, assholes," snapped Benny. "Maybe show some consideration? Callie just screamed and collapsed and then Shane went down after her. I don't know what happened to you idiots but I do know the rest of us were freaking out about it, so maybe take a minute to reassure us?" His voice was ragged, and I recognized the same tight helplessness I felt earlier.


"I will," I told him firmly. "AFTER I check on Callie. I need to make sure she's ok, we just went through something a little crazy, and I'll tell you all about it in a minute."


Callie stood up, spreading her wings…which had changed. Rather than a single pair of large wings, she now had three pairs of smaller wings. Oddly, these seemed much less intrusive, able to be folded up in a way the others really hadn't, but it was still shocking. Holly, one of the angels who were part of my crew and Chelsea's retinue visibly flinched when she saw them, looking terrified. "Holy shit, are you an ARCHANGEL now?"


My wife blinked in confusion, then her eyes went hazy in the way I had experience myself a thousand times when checking my stats. "Yes," she said with interest. "My Path is gone, and so is my trait, and my ability. The only remaining evidence of any of them is 'Master Trait: Heretic Archangel'. I'll be honest, that's a bit of a let down. When Shane gets a new power his stat sheet always gets way longer and more complicated. Mine was already pretty thin."


"Trust me, that's a good thing," I assured her. "Keeping track of all my bullshit is exhausting. But I am a little surprised. I mean, I figured you'd get some kind of demigod trait after…that. Though I guess it doesn't work like that."


Holly shook her head. "You don't get it." Her voice was frustrated and tight. "This is…there are no Archangels. None. Not even S-rankers. The transition from angel to Archangel isn't a matter of degree, it's a matter of type. Archangels aren't just 'angel but better'. They're…primordial entities. It's like comparing chickens to velociraptors. An Archangel is the beloved child of a god. An entity custom built to serve the will of their deity. Angels are BASED on them, but it's like someone trying to paint a masterpiece based on the description someone gave after seeing a blurry photograph one time."


Her tone had become both reverent and terrified. Callie looked conflicted. On the one hand…cool. On the other, while we'd known creating her Chronicle would let Atlas guide the way her traits blended together, hearing about it in that way made it seem intrusive and kind of stifling. It was clear from context that he's woven together the three Skills in such a way as to make the absolute most of her trait, in the same way that the old man had created the Wish power.


Honestly, we probably would have been a lot more worried, except he had ALSO blended the bond in, and left it just as strong as ever. I could still feel my wife beside me, still feel her soul touching mine, and it put both of us at ease.


My SECOND reaction after caution was awe. Binding the Chronicle like that…it was something I hadn't even imagined doing. But it was also a direct extension of my own abilities. And I knew that he'd shown me that on purpose. He's not only rewritten her story to have the effect he wanted, he'd disassembled MY OWN books to create hers, and had used that physical representation as a direct medium to alter her nature in a way I hadn't known was possible.


Atlas understood Skill and ability creation in a way I don't think anyone I had ever met did. Possibly even moreso than the old man. And speaking of the her Chronicle, I turned to my wife with an eager gleam in my eye. "So, you have your Chronicle now, right? What is it?" My Ten Demons Tome was unique. An extension of myself and my powers. Binding a Chronicle was a deeply personal thing, and given how much Callie had put into the Skills he was working with, I was sure the result within him helping guide her had been something amazing.


She held up her hands, which whooshed to life with blue black fire. "The Book of the Final Flame. It's an extension of the Heretic Fire, which is…more than I thought." As she stared at her hands, the blue black flame shifted subtle, the blue becoming muted, and I felt a sort of cold seep into the air. The same cold and despair I felt from the black mist of the Void taint. I blinked at her. "The Flame of the Void," she explained. "The Heretic Fire contains the seed of Void flame. It was Adam's old power, after all. Now that I'm better with it I can draw that out."


"Because Heretic Fire only works on the actual Void spawn," I nodded. "Now you have a weapon against other Ascendants when you need it. Though I have to wonder, if suppressing the heretic part creates that, what does suppressing the Void part create?"


She blinked, then focused on her hands. The blue undertones in the Heretix Fire strengthened, the black parts washing out, and it felt like…I stared down at my own hands. Zagan. Kind of. More purification than life force. But still a solid healing ability. That would be useful. Holly didn't seem to care though. She was more focused on something else. "What about the sword?" We turned to look at her in confusion. "Archangels aren't just angels but better, I TOLD you that. They're the sword of their god. Literally. Archangels have a soul weapon. Like Shane does."


I blinked at that. I hadn't realized the relationship I had with the Ten Demons Tree could be replicated, but I probably should have. Hell, the tree was GROWING out of my tome. I wondered what the connection was there to a god's object of power. Regardless, Callie seemed excited by the possibility.


Personally, I was more focused on something else. "If she has a soul weapon. She must have a place to keep it. My library is a pseudo Domain based on the old man's. Does that mean Callie has her own pseudo Domain like that?" My pseudo Domains were seeds of and ACTUAL Domain, and the foundation, I was pretty sure, of a god world, albeit in a VERY indirect way. If Callie had one, it could potentially give her all sorts of unique advantages, depending what the damned thing actually did.


Holly looked pretty confused, and at a general loss, which didn't shock me. Callie, however, knew from entering my library how this worked. She smiled softly at me, closed her eyes and then…


We were alone. Or rather, together. But everyone else was gone. We were standing inside of a huge black cathedral. The windows along the sides were towering murals of stained glass showing scenes of Callie's life. One was her meeting me, one was her slaying a god, one was our wedding, and the moment I proposed, and a dozen other important moments, some featuring myself and others not.


The pews of the cathedral were empty, as was the aisle, but at the end sat an altar. It was carved of gleaming black stone so dark it ate the light, and a book sat upon it, flickering with blue black flame. Above THAT, sat a sword. A huge behemoth of a weapon, easily six feet long and made of the same black rock, polished to a sheen and sharpened to a razor's edge so sharp it stung my eyes to look at it. In the pommel, held in a clawed hand, was a deep gem of startling blue, the tones deepening to black towards the center.


Callie approached, looking awestruck. I couldn't blame her. This was…a lot. Atlas was really working for that father of the year mug. I had no idea how he had DONE all this. Apparently gods were WAY more bullshit than I had been aware of. Which made sense. I hadn't had much contact with them, really, and never when they were serious about doing something and unopposed. Also Atlas was OLD. Maybe this was just a factor of him being THAT scary.


My wife approached the altar reverently, reaching up to wrap her hand around the hilt of the colossal weapon, lifting it free of whatever orbit was holding it over the book. She lifted it easily, the blade seemingly lighter than air, and whipped it back and forth a few times, her face splitting with unconcealed glee.


I sighed. Because of COURSE he would know that giving her loot was the fastest way to my wife's heart. "Shane!" she squealed in excitement. "I have a SWORD!" She spun, whipping it in a quick series of cuts that, while mildly impressive, made it clear she had no clue how to handle a weapon that size.


I winced and stepped forward to grab her wrist. "Whoah there, let's maybe not disembowel me. Not sure what it would do here, but I'd rather not find out. I'll talk to Fade about you getting swordplay lessons." I frowned. "I'm a little jealous. Why don't we have a staff master on the crew? Remind me to find one of those."


She snickered, then flicked her fingers and the sword appeared back above the book. "It's…amazing," she whispered in awe. "I think it might be one of his objects of power. Or part of one? I don't think I could hold the whole thing. But it's powerful, and it'll get stronger as I do." Her smiled was so wide it threatened to split her face. "I've always been so jealous of your weapon, Shane. Like I didn't say anything because why bother? But this…? This is all mine, and it's AMAZING!"


Flicking her fingers again, the blade caught fire, and the whole sword lit with the internal glow of the Heretic Flame. It looked imposing and majestic, but insubstantial. Like fire trapped in a black soap bubble. "Does it have a name?" I asked her with a grin. "My Ten Demons Tree didn't until I gave it one, so maybe you have to pick it?"


She blinked at that, her hyperfocus on the blade shaking as she was brought back to the present. "It doesn't. But I think I'll call it….Gossamer."


A word that meant something filmy and insubstantial. I could kind of see it. I smiled as she raced forward to snap it up again, retreating to the empty area behind the altar to swing it around. She looked so happy, all I could do was watch and smile. At least on the outside. Time in the soul space could be weird, so we weren't in a rush, but I had other concerns besides my family waiting for an explanation.


Because this was…a lot. Like yes, Atlas wanted Callie to be his legacy, to right his wrongs and redeem him to the world. I suspected he probably eventually wanted to be resurrected, but that was between them. We'd deal with it when it came. But to do all this for her. This wasn't currying favor with your new kid. This was arming his daughter for war.


We knew the Void was planning something. It was probably related to the Void god, or at least a new one, judging by what had triggered the Chronicle formation. But that was ALL we knew. What I was more worried about was all the things we DIDN'T know? Who were our real enemies? What were they planning? And how awful was it going to be that a dead god had felt the need to give Callie THIS to prepare her for it. There was no such thing as a free lunch, and I had the unsettling feeling this particular meal was going to include us eating a lot of crow.

 

[Quenster06]

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speaking of the her Chronicle

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[Malcolm Tent]

Once we emerged from Callie's soul space, I explained everything to my friends and family. Inner circle only, of course, under Murmur. Of course, everyone wanted to see Gossamer, and my wife was all too pleased to show off her new soul weapon. Even my mom was jealous. My dad, apparently, had his own ( the cane he tapped to summon his contracted souls), but they weren't common below S-rank.


I had never even realized that my relationship with my staff was something so rare until they told me. Apparently everyone just assumed I already knew soul weapons were a thing since I had one, but I'd assumed it was just a unique interaction between me and the Ten Demons Tree.


It wasn't unique, but it WAS extremely uncommon. In this case though it wasn't an example of me doing some impossible bullshit by accident, as sometimes happened. The Reincarnation Tree my staff was made from was rare and mysterious, and the power interaction was as much on its part as mine. In my case though, it had interacted with the soul space I already had to form that bond, as opposed to Callie's soul space forming in response to the weapon itself.


"I want one!" Bethy trilled happily, appearing in front of us in excitement. "Show me how! I want it to be able to summon a wardrobe! Or an umbrella! Or a paintbrush! Ooooh! What if I made Luggage my soul weapon! People would sneak up on me expecting to beat me up and then BAM! Dogalanche!"


"Ok one, 'dogalanche' isn't a word," my wife said wryly. "Two, I don't think you can have a living being as a soul weapon, and three, if dogalanche WAS a word, it would imply a large number of dogs. One of something isn't an 'alanche"."


She stomped her foot in pique. "Luggage is the best! He's worth a thousand dogs! He can be a dogalanche, just you watch!"


I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Honey, what's rule number five on the Bethy list?"


"Never tell Bethy she can't do things," she groaned. "Look, that wasn't a challenge. Please don't make this a thing?"


I buried my head in my hands and screamed in frustration. "What's rule number FIVE?"


But it was futile, Bethy had vanished into the crowd, probably off to do something impossible and disturbing. My mother was giggling hysterically at our antics, and when I glared at her she held up both hands in self defense. "Sorry, it's just funny. She reminds me of an old friend of your father's." She glanced at dad. "Actually, what happened to Tim?"


He shrugged. "Last time anyone saw him he was trying to create a perfect Stealth skill by convincing himself he didn't exist. He vanished after that, so either it worked or he got bored and wandered into some kind of hidden pocket universe again. He's done that a few times. Either way, he'll probably pop up at some point where no one is expecting him and ruin someone's plans in some convenient and terrifying way."


My mom snickered. "Anyway, best not to worry about people like her. They always end up coming out on top. Some people are just loved by the universe. Bethy will be alright. And you two will as well, apparently." She stepped forward to wrap Callie in a hug. My wife stiffened, eyes widening as my mother said fiercely. "You really scared us there, sweetie. I'm so glad you're alright."


"Sadly, the good news ends at your survival," my dad added grimly. "We've been doing some thinking about the information you shared, and based on a few odds and ends you told us, we think we know what the Void has planned." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out…something. It looked like mercury, kind of, but more shimmery, and physically painful to stare at. It was confined inside of a familiar looking crystal. "Is this the spatial anchor you mentioned for the ladder?"


Callie nodded. "Yeah, that's one of the anchors. It's good you found one. I imagine they've been scattering them pretty deep, but the more we can dig up, the better chance we can stop this. But what do you mean you figured out the plan? The Ladder drags the planet into the Void, they destroy us and snap up a generation of Wishmaster candidates. Right?"


"Doesn't fit," he said with a head shake. "Or at least not with that rogue faction Shane mentioned. But if you add in the existence of the Void god, and this thing…" I gestured to it. "What if rather than dropping the planet in wholesale, they were planning to scatter it across the Void. Would the ladder do that? Use the anchors to rip the heirworld to pieces and disperse them across the whole of the Void?"


That got a horrified wince from my wife. "I mean…theoretically. Ladders have rungs. But there's no reason to do that. It would kill most of us. That would be a huge waste of potential converts and resources."


"Except we know that there's a faction targeting the Void itself. Or at least hoping to expand," my mother explained. "And now that we know that the ladder can connect multiple points, and we know how Void gods are formed…we've figured out the endgame. They're going to use the heirworld as an invasion nexus."


Callie looked confused for a second, then she went pale. "You mean move an army through this place and into other parts of the Void to consume them and get stronger? Try to create a Void god?"


I knew the Void god thing would be involved, after Atlas made such a big deal of forcing the information through whatever block the Void had tried to establish. But this sounded pretty bad. My parents seemed to agree, but the bad news wasn't over yet. "Not an army," Zeke corrected, breaking his previous silence. "That would mean sharing the power. Maybe some Void spawn, but it'll only be the one Void Child. In fact, it might ALREADY be happening. That fake alliance they offered Shane smacks of a stall tactic. Could the ladder be partially open? Connecting a few locations to start?"


"Theoretically," Callie admitted. "If they really are trying to scatter the planet like that, it would need to be done gradually. This world is protected by quite a few safeguards. The only good news is that the Void Child won't be able to come here directly until the ladder is established. The rungs will connect two points, and it'll be able to use those to bounce around in the void, but the planet isn't connected itself yet. Think of it like the individual rungs are already constructed but they aren't actually mounted on anything yet."


"Then we need to find more of these," my dad said, holding up the anchor. "The more we find the more we slow them down. If we find enough, can we completely derail the construction? Assuming we don't get them all?"


She nodded firmly. "Like I said, gradual. We can stop it. And we need to. Whatever Void Child is doing this is going to be growing from this. Fast."


"We have another problem," I pointed out. "Atlas's story made it clear that the Vessels grow alongside their masters. And whatever means they use to do that completely circumvents the normal progression system. Atlas's soul was forcibly elevated to mirror when his master became a god. That implies there's no inherent limit to Vessel growth."


My mom sighed. "Which means the Vessel currently on this planet representing this hypothetical future Void god could be reaching A, S, or even god rank inside the confines of the heirworld and completely bypass any and all safeguards. We need to stop this, now."


"I say we contact the grandparents," I said after a moment's thought. "Try to get them to pressure the council of elders with this information. Change the point bounties to anchors instead of Void infiltrators at LEAST. Maybe even do something more proactive, as unlikely as that is. If nothing else they can spread the word of what's really at stake. The Void collapse is kind of esoteric and hard to imagine, given how long this world has been around, but a rogue S-ranker? That's the kind of shit Wyndhams pay attention to."


"We've made good progress on the bounties as is anyway," my mom assured me. "Your B-rankers, under supervision of course, hit a few more targets while you were down. We also received reports from a few of the other teams. B-rank bounties are a hundred points each, and with six of them and another twenty C-rank bounties at ten apiece, we raked in another seven hundred fifty points today."


That was good news at least. I'd had two hundred fifty already, and this put me up to a solid thousand. I was pretty sure I'd be able to redeem most of my people with that much, though I hoped the redemption cost didn't correspond to the bounties or I'd be woefully short.


Exhaling, I nodded. "Alright, let's head up and get in touch with the others. Whatever the council decides to share, I want our allies filled in on the stakes. We'll have to scatter again after that, but at the very least we can hit more anchors with them helping. I want to get as many of them as we can before the Void realizes we're onto them."


The sources of information we were working with on this weren't anything the Void could know about. Atlas was totally off their radar in his current form, at least I hoped so. I had to trust the ancient god knew how to cover his tracks. Even if word got out about the Heretic Flame, I was pretty sure the whole Chronicle formation thing was something most gods couldn't have pulled. My dad had cheated his ass off to make it happen with me, and we were blood related.


But as soon as they realized we were pushing for the anchors, they would figure out what we were doing, and this whole thing would go from cat and mouse to all out war. I suspected that the forces of the potential Void god were helping us out right now, at least based on my conversation with that Vessel. It explained a few things about how quickly we got the information on where those bases were in the B-rank zone.


Which meant that not all of the Void were currently acting against us, and that would change once they caught onto our plan. I wanted to do some damage before that happened.


More than that, I needed information. If that Vessel I talked to was the Vessel in charge of this little invasion/coup plan, then he was our target. If we could find and kill him early it would be a huge relief. I didn't want to deal with a fucking S-ranker running amok on the planet.


I mentioned this to my parents, and my dad glanced at my mother with a sigh. "There…might be someone who could help," he told me uncertainly. "A lot of the coordination across the heirworld in the fight against the Void has come from the The Empty Room. They're an organization dedicated to studying the Void. Combat, travel, they have their fingers in lots of pies. Their current leader lives on the heirworld. If anyone could get you more information on individual Vessels its him."


Based on his hesitation, and on Atlas's story, I could understand why he didn't want me to meet this guy. The Void was all about corruption, and the people who studied them would be neck deep in it. I doubted they were fully traitors, they would be under close scrutiny, but I somehow didn't think the reputation or the beings they interacted with led to stable and likable personalities. But hey, maybe I was just paranoid. Whatever the case, I'd take all the help I could get.

 

[Quenster06]

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That would be a huge waste or potential converts and resources

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[Malcolm Tent]

We headed back up to the surface after a bit more searching. We'd found two more anchors leaving, but since we knew the levels wouldn't shift for another two days or so, we just recorded their locations for our wide purge later. Two anchors wouldn't matter in the long run, but if we tipped our hand too early we could screw over the whole plan.


After that, my parents reached out to The Empty Room, and the rest of us turned in early. Callie and I were exhausted after everything we'd been through, and I was mulling over some important decisions of my own.


When I woke up the next day, I made sure my scrolls were stocked up, and then I sat down and started doing some math. Two hundred forty eight scrolls, seven reserves for emergencies. I could use two and leave my friends with five. That would put me at an even two hundred and fifty, and based on my estimations, I should be able to net a solid hundred stats per scroll.


Twenty five thousand points, not to mention the things I'd been accomplishing since we'd gotten here. My big fight, recruiting Fade, my new armor, the job I'd done on the trial to oust the Void infiltrator bases.


I was sure it was enough. I could do it now. After all this time, after months of working on it, hell maybe a year at this point, I could finally hit C-rank.


And I needed to. This was going to be a mess, and I was way too weak. Not to mention a rank up would allow my staff to bump my techniques all the way to B-rank. That would be a huge coup in combat against about ninety percent of our enemies. But I was on the fence for one simple reason. Scrolls.


My scrolls were a force multiplier, a counter to all manner of terrible shit. Curses, poison, dozens of traps or dead ends or possible dangers just off the top of my head. Two hundred and fifty was a LOT of them.


But they were still D-rank scrolls. My NEW scrolls would be made with C-rank Impact, a full fifty percent boost to my current total, not to mention the actual hundred thousand points extra juice from my final push over the line. Plus I'd get nine a day instead of eight. The only question was whether that calculation would break even quick enough to be useful here.


In the end though…it didn't matter. The truth was that my life was a series of cataclysmic cacophonies of cosmic coincidence constricting my control and confiscating my continued confidence. Ugh. I was thinking in alliteration again. I must have been spiraling. The point was valid though. There wouldn't ever be a magical perfect time for me to rank up. If we got out of this situation it would be on to the next one. The god war, the Void war, being Wishmaster if I won.


So I told Callie what I was planning and headed out to confer with my forces. Or rather, to offer up scrolls to as many as would take them. It wasn't a hard sell. The thing about being an Ascendant was that you were at the mercy of the whims of perception (lower case p). You were defined by your renown, and while you could ignore of redirect that, you couldn't really CHANGE it very well until A-rank, and even then it was a less literal shift than what I was offering.


Everyone wanted to course correct. To specialize a little bit more. To shave some points off a useless stat and shore up their weak spots or double down on a strength.


The hardest part was finding the specific stats that I wanted to gather. Luckily, my lowest stat was Creation, and that wasn't a popular one among anyone but crafters. Almost everyone I talked to was happy to sacrifice a hundred points of Creation for a hundred of some other more useful stat like Might or Vitality. Once I snagged all of that, I headed back to my room at my parents place to settle in and prepare for my rank up.


I relaxed my soul, allowing the stats to come pouring in. I could hold off even the stats I got from wishes if I really flexed. But it was harder. Only doable for a short period of time at these volumes, and only because my soul was strong.


Twenty five thousand points went right into Creation, which was good because I got nothing else in that stat outside of the scroll stats. What I DID get, and in surprising amounts, was Focus and Perception. Twenty and thirty thousand respectively. Apparently my feats of outing the Void had been getting more attention than I expected among the upper echelons of the WCP.


Of course, I got about forty two thousand Might, because I had consistently demonstrated it to a starling degree in my fights and actions. Add in another fifteen thousand Vitality, and I had cleared the hurdle as easily as I'd known I would.


It didn't hurt as much as I'd expected, really. It was only a hundred thousand points, which was less than ten percent of my total at this point, so I wasn't overloading myself. The soul evolution was…a lot. But the shift to D-rank had already fundamentally shifted my perception of the world. This was just more of that same overwhelming change, so it was less jarring.


Honestly, it was almost anticlimactic. The soul change was pretty subtle, though noticeable. My soul changing from Amethyst to Tanzanite. It took me a minute to realize that the reason for that was staring me right in the face. My Chronicle was handling most of the strain. And the Ten Demons Tree was helping. I should have assumed that would happen, given the use of those two items, but it was still a shock, if a welcome one.


Before I knew it, everything was done, I had changed, and at the same time I felt like I wasn't any different at all.


Wishmaster candidate status. C-rank. Ability: Grandmaster Wish- Nine times a day grant a Master wish in return for proper compensation. Wish must be feasibly achievable by the candidate's own efforts within a three day period with current statistics.


Grandmaster Path of the Doom Sovereign- A Solid Path toward a great destiny.


Wishmaster candidate points-1000


Might-281,619


Impact-155


Fantasy-124,703


Vitality-161,854


Focus-169,766


Perception-168,014


Creation-130,372


Progress to next rank:1,198,337/10,000,000


Soul strength- Tanzanite Soul Body


Chronicle: Ten Demons Tome (pages bound:1)


wish scrolls stockpiled: 0 (5 in the possession of friends to be used over time)


Bonded companion: Archimedes (Life Nova Phoenix)


Weapon: Ten Demons Tree (reincarnation tree staff that lets him simulate alternate lives to perfect his forms, and when combined with the library lets him simulate and deduce techniques in a process called the "Wisdom of Solomon")


Financial resources: 0 B-ranked, 0 C-ranked, 0 D-ranked(worth 100 E-ranked, past master rank is a watershed)


Skills: Grandmaster Path of the Doom Sovereign, Lesser Valtek Mastery, Mastery of Cooking, Lesser Inventing Mastery, Beginner Balam Mastery, Minor Fire Manipulation Mastery, Minor Piano Mastery, Minor Guitar Mastery, Minor First Aid Mastery, Master Angelic Bond, Expert Dust Construction Mastery


DS Subskills. Monk: Stone Limb, Moonlit Night, Consecration of Flame, Ripple Running, State of Grace, Steam Arrow, Afterburner, Pit of Despair, Mountain Stance, Heart over Body


Rogue: Mercy Kill, Double Trouble, Touch of Tears, Flurry of Blows, Heavy hands, Marked for Death, False Fatality, Blood Curse, Creeping Darkness, Final Strike


Diviner: Overlay, Song of the Soil, Rhythm of the Wild, Eye of Revelation, Danger Sense, Piece of Mind, Empty Spirit


It was a lot to take in. My new soul, my extra scroll, my higher level abilities. But the biggest surprise of all was the capstone skills. I'd honestly forgotten them. You got them very late in DS, and they were hard to earn. Not just leveling up, there were questlines for those three skills. They were the pinnacle of what could be accomplished with each of my three subclasses, the very peak of what each skill tree offered, and even to someone as advanced down the paths of power as I was, they were…very useful.


First was the Monk capstone. Heart over body. It allowed the conversion of energy based attacks into physical strength. The monk had a lot of useful abilities based around fire and steam and various other energy types, and in game could learn a bunch of martial arts that let you basically do punch magic on top of that. Heart over Body was the ultimate form of the Monk, the shift from magical might to overwhelming physical force.


It would be absurdly useful to me, given my access to states like Zagan, where my overwhelming power couldn't be applied in any combat related way.


Second was the Rogue capstone. Final Strike. A simple name for a terrifying ability. It was basically the finisher to end all finishers. It literally took everything out of you. Once you used Final Strike, you would lose consciousness completely for an entire day. But it unleashed the strongest attack you were capable of making at your level. Every ability, every perk, every ounce of power. Final Strike was the last resort. The assassination move that you used when your back was against the wall.


It was terrifying and I had absolutely no idea what it could or would do at my current level or with all my various forms. But it wasn't the most important or useful of the capstones.


That honor lay with the Divination capstone. Empty Spirit. The ultimate protection from insight. Perfect defense against remote viewing, prediction, or any form of Divination. Empty Spirit was exactly what I needed. My Murmur domain was powerful, but it only worked as long as I was there to erase traces. Things would stay gone, but someone could use a tracking Skill or something after the fact and find me through traces I hadn't even known to erase.


But now things like that wouldn't work on me. Granted, I was sure that given it was only a Grandmaster ranked Skill, it wouldn't protect me from people TOO much stronger than me. But a blanket immunity to similar level tracking or scrying abilities, to fucking PERCEPTION effects in general for the most part, if I understood it properly, was…a game changer.


I slumped back, staring up at the flickering purple flames rolling over my vision in shock. I couldn't believe it. That was…it. My Doom Sovereign growth had come, my final capstone abilities, and I was just…ambivalent. I mean I liked them, and they were huge for me. But they weren't the kind of ultimate power I'd have envisioned when I started down this Path. The kind of bullshit I was capable of on my own had slowly built me up to the point where these two were just more powerful tools in my already bloated toolbox.


Not that I'd complain. But I suspected I was going to have to start condensing some of my abilities a bit once I finished all thirteen of my pseudo Domains. A Domain seed, like the ones I'd need to make, was a condensed and durable thing. When it came time to make my full Domain, choices would need to be made.


I let out a low laugh and hopped to my feet, stretching and enjoying the feel of my new and improved body. That was a problem for future Shane. For now, I was stronger, better, and I had new abilities to try out. I wasn't sure how much good they would do me, but hey, that was why I had powerful subordinates to test them out against. As a new C-ranker, I had just the target in mind.


Stepping to my door and pulling it open, I called down into the house. "Hey ma? Want to see me fight your apprentice?" At the very least, I knew that ranking up hadn't spoiled my ability to come up with good ideas. This was definitely my best plan ever.

 

[Bezarius]

Stepping to my door and pulling it open, I called down into the house. "Hey ma? Want to see me fight your apprentice?" At the very least, I knew that ranking up hadn't spoiled my ability to come up with good ideas. This was definitely my best plan ever.

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[Quenster06]

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You were defined by your renown, and while you could ignore of redirect that

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[Malcolm Tent]

"This is your worst plan ever," my best friend informed me cheerfully as I stood across the ring from my mother's apprentice. "You know you're going to lose, right? Like yes, you're the same rank now, but she's got ten times the stats you do, and probably has a Chronicle. Not to mention she practices the martial arts style that made your mom famous. You have no chance."


I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Has anyone ever told you that you're a TERRIBLE hype man? I'm about to get into the hardest fight I've had since my last battle with Bethy, and you're just sitting around cracking jokes."


"Oh, I'm sorry," he said in a deeply apologetic voice. "If that came across as humor, it was totally unintentional. You are absolutely going to get your entire ass kicked. In a very serious way."


"Benicio," said my wife kindly as she stepped up next to us. "If you don't stop demoralizing my husband before his big fight, I'm going to make you fight ME when he's finished. And I assure you. I would kick just as much of YOUR ass. If not more."


Benny clicked his tongue. "Married life has made you so mean. I was just messing with him."


"She can tell I'm worried," I explained with a chuckle. "And its putting her on edge. But he's not wrong, Cal. I'm about to get my ass kicked, and I'm fine with it. Ellie won't really hurt me. And I need to see how far I can push her. Won't be safe to engage any C-rankers unless I know what I'm really capable of."


She blew out a breath. "Yeah. Sorry. I just…I'm on edge. Now that Shane is C-rank, he's playing in a whole different league. We're supposed to be partners, and he pulled ahead, and I don't like it. I'm happy for you, of course," she said, turning to me. "But I feel so helpless with you jumping to the next rank, and I don't like it. Especially when I JUST got this kickass upgrade and now it feels like it suddenly means nothing."


I put a hand on her shoulder. "You're going to rank up in no time. With your new trait and your soul weapon? You're the Void's worst nightmare. Hell, once it gets out that you're a god's kid now…well lets just say I have to win this succession war or else you're going to pass me up so hard I'll never catch you again."


She gave me a wan smile, but I could tell it did help. She'd been really worried about the distance between us growing if I became Wishmaster. She never said anything, but I'd learned to read between the lines even when she hid her emotions from the bond. I'd just never confronted her about it because I didn't know how to actually HELP with that problem. If it could be helped.


But we'd seen from Satala that the children of gods (even adopted ones probably, or whatever Callie would be considered), got a considerable bump in renown. And that was regular gods, not scary Void adjacent Heretic gods that sent Void spawn into paroxysms of terror at their very mention.


Leaving her to think over our potential future, I stepped out into the ring. We'd found one in the courtyard of one of the two boarding houses surrounding my parent's cottage. Apparently they were basically standard in every Ascendant housing complex. Which made sense given how punchy we all were.


Everyone else looked excited, honestly. Bethy was taking bets and selling PEANUTS she'd gotten from…somewhere. Abel had reopened his sausage stand as a competitor and seemed to actually be beating her out on sales, though no one was placing any bets with HIM, so she was probably still ahead by the numbers. I considered betting myself, but I doubted my odds were good. Which was fair.


"This is lively," Ellie said as she strutted out to meet me in the center of the field. "As a complete newbie, it's shocking you attracted this much attention. No offense little lord, but your chances of victory here are…not high."


Clad in her usual golden armor, her giant mace swung over one shoulder, Ellisara looked like a warrior queen getting ready to slay a dragon or something. It didn't help my confidence.


Holding out my hand, I caught my staff, setting it whirling absently as my mom stepped between us, looking serious. "Alright, there WILL be rules to this bout. Shane, no using your staff's upgrade charge. A B-ranked attack is beyond the scope of this battle. Your weapon is a staff and hers is a mace, so despite both being B-rank, with your similarly ranked armors you shouldn't be in any real danger. No need to hold back either, Ellie can handle a little rumble."


The redhead grinned. "If you're REALLY impressive, you might even get to see my Sunsmasher Body technique. Though I wouldn't bet on it. There's a BIG gap between you and I. But hey, try to prove me wrong. Sounds like a party."


My mom nodded, gesturing us back and then retreating to a safe distance. She had us take up positions across from each other, and then said quietly. "Fight."


I expected a blitz. Ellie was the strongest C-ranker I knew of at the moment, and might have even been holding a Mythic Skill. I knew she probably had a Chronicle, but I ALSO knew it wouldn't be in my mother's Stellar Flame Fist, because my MOM'S Chronicle was Stellar Flame Fist, and she'd have been essentially hamstringing herself. Which meant the Stellar Flame Fist wasn't part of her ability and could be higher ranked than she was.


But despite the power I was both assured of and suspected, she didn't lunge at me or attack. She just…waited. I triggered Sammael, wings spreading behind me, and then after some consideration, I triggered Zagan.


Because of the combination of my grandfathers' purification flames, Jessie's life force abilities, and several modifier meta abilities, Zagan had the most raw energy output of any of my forms. In terms of pure power, Zagan was the peak. But it came with a tradeoff. Part of what made it so strong was how completely singular it was. It couldn't do any damage to anything. Ever. It was only good for healing and purifying. Until today.


I triggered Heart over Body alongside Glory, counting on the reinforcement of my flesh from the pseudo Domain to handle the excess power, and then I poured all that powerful life energy into the capstone skill and felt my entire body FILL with a sea of overwhelming power. My wings beat the air, and the sky tore, thunder echoing as the combination of Sammael's enhancement and the full power of Zagan and Glory flowed through my muscles.


Even my reinforced bones creaked under the strain, but I didn't care. My lips were peeled back in a bloodthirsty grin as I whirled my staff into action, spinning it into a series of sweeps and probing jabs, just trying to get a feel for her defenses.


Laughing wildly, Ellie swung her mace, and the weapon smashed into my staff in a series of blurs so fast it looked like she'd made a dozen concurrent movements. My assault broke with a crack of thunder (and not my staff, thank the gods), sending me stumbling back, guard broken. Ellie followed up, her mace hammering into my side, but between Mornax and my armor, I came away gasping with just a serious bruise instead of being folded in half.


I groaned, gritting my teeth tight against the pain. Then glared at her. I looked at my mother. "So, a question," I asked her tensely. "You said "a B-rank attack is beyond the scope of this bout. What about if I use my upgrade charge on a defensive ability?"


She raised an eyebrow at me curiously. "I mean, I won't begrudge you more durability, as long as Ellie is fine with it." She glanced at my opponent inquiringly, and the redhead nodded.


Grinning, I reached into my staff and triggered the upgrade skill, pushing Mornax to B-rank, and allowing my body to be reinforced by B-ranked defensive energy for the first time. Zagan might be most overtly powerful form, but combined with my enhanced Impact, Mornax was my most useful. I even dropped Glory. I didn't need it anymore.


Ellie raised a brow at me, looking unimpressed. "I mean, now I guess I can't beat you up until you drop that. But you can't beat me either. You're not strong enough. Not even close. Just give up. Why even bother with this?"


"Because if I didn't," I told her with a rumbling laugh. "This next part would probably kill me. Ninth circle of hell: Abbadon."


I wanted to know my limits. I could have used Final Strike, but honestly I wasn't sure that wouldn't kill her, and I didn't want to hurt her with an uncontrolled technique like that. I wanted to test my new limits. See what I could do with my capstones, and more specifically, to see what Heart over Body, the capstone of the Monk subclass, could really do for me if I pushed it to the edge.


Ellie looked confused when I said that. She looked LESS confused when I triggered Beelzebub, and even less confused than that when every one of my dozen clones triggered Zagan. Her confusion vanished completely as the clones all triggered Heart over Body and funneled every ounce of that overwhelming power into my main body, enhancing my physical strength far beyond what I should ever be capable of.


It didn't hurt. Not with Mornax at B-rank. This wasn't a B-ranked attack, no matter how impressive it might be. But it WAS enough to tear the fucking SPACE around me slightly as I blinked across the circle, my staff whirling like a hurricane, covering the sky in a torrent of attacks as I flickered around Ellie like a stop motion shadow.


I hit her. She didn't fall or really flinch at all, tanking all the attacks on her B-ranked armor, but I was able to deflect her retaliatory strikes with the overwhelming power of my current physical body, with a little bit of my Belial stance to mitigate the impacts.


Howling with laughter, Ellie shifted her stance, and something about her changed. Her form rippled, turning to living flame in a way I'd seen once before, back during the fight with her brother. Sunsmasher Body. I'd forced her to use it. Laughing, I triggered Mephistopeheles, enhancing my unnaturally strong physical blows with explosive bursts of black flame to try to offset the defensive power of her form.


A dozen blows landed on her still armored flame body in an instant, but she just ignored it, letting me land as many attacks as I wanted as she lined up a swing with her mace, both hands choking up for a massive smash.


My danger sense screamed at me to dodge, to move, and I triggered my waltz to evade as soon as it happened, knowing that blow would be too much for me.


Sadly, my waltz was based on my mom's Supernova Step, which Ellie was using at an extremely high level. She vanished in a blaze of flame, and I felt the danger sense trigger again as I turned to see her appearing next to me out of nowhere. She was still in her windup stance, and as soon as I turned, she swung full force, smashing the mace head on into my masked face at speed.


I blacked out. Instantly. Zeke's mask was designed to protect me, and I was still rocking a B-ranked Mornax form for defense. It didn't do any real damage, but it knocked me right the fuck out. Still, the last thing I remembered thinking as the spiked mace rocketed towards my head was "I made her use it". Damn it felt good to be strong.

 

[Quenster06]

Spoiler: Corrections

Zagan might be most overtly powerful form,

Click to shrink...

Might be my* most

 

[Malcolm Tent]

I regained consciousness slowly, seeing a familiar cheerful red haired face hovering above me, a wide grin on her lips. "Hey there little lord, how ya feelin?" She backed off as I sat up, groaning as I tried to get my head to stop doing its best impression of a six piece orchestra.


"Like someone hit me in the face with a bus full of dynamite," I spat sourly.


She snickered. "Oh, no, that would have done WAY less damage.That was my Starbreaker Smash. It's my own personal variation on the master's techniques."


"How the hell am I in so much PAIN?" I growled. "I had B-rank durability."


"Of course you did," she said sweetly. "If you hadn't, that blow would have smashed your head like a grape. Probably STILL would have pulped you, except that mask is way more durable than it looks. That's why I aimed for your face. You're welcome."


I glared at her as I massaged my temples. "If I was at B-rank durability, how the hell did you hurt me?"


"Because I'm a peak C-ranker," she shrugged. "And an elite of one of the five factions. Crossing the gap between B and C is completely doable for me. That's why your mom allowed you to use that augmentation trick on your defensive skill. C-rank is a whole new ballgame, little lord. You were all but invincible in D-rank, with a few minor exceptions, and could do a decent job fighting up even when you first broke through, from what I hear."


I let out an irritated sigh. "I could, and I was expecting that to be the case here too."


She reached down to help me to my feet, brushing off my armor absently in a way that made me feel like my big sister was cleaning me off after a playground tussle. It was not a flattering thought.


My mother stepped up behind me with a proud grin. "I didn't expect you to force her to use the Sunsmasher Body. That technique is one of the most dangerous abilities I have to teach. That was an amazing showing, Shane."


I shrugged sheepishly. "I mean, I guess. I just…"


"You expected to do better," she said with a laugh. Nodding off to one side, she clapped a hand on my shoulder. "Come here. Let's talk. I allowed this fight because there was something important you needed to learn, and given you're your father's son, there's a non zero chance I need to explain it in detail before it sinks in."


A snicker brought my gaze over to where my wife was standing not far away, looking like she was prepared to snag me from the air if I fell over. At my scowl, she just shrugged. "What? I feel better now. I can tell you're not actually hurt, nothing bruised but your ego. Besides, even that isn't too bad off. You were happy for a second before you passed out."


I grumbled as I followed her and my mother off to one side, but she was right. I HAD been proud. Still was. Just not proud ENOUGH. I hadn't realized how badly I was hoping to win until I woke up. I knew I wouldn't, but part of me had still been burning for it. To beat the odds. To conquer my enemy.


And…that was wrong. Not wrong as in bad, wrong as in stupid. That was the kind of egoistic bullshit that would get me and my people hurt. Which had been the point of this, I realized. I'd been hoping to show off what I could do and prove myself, but mom had known it would go this way. So when we got to a secluded area, I stopped and waited, letting her talk rather than opening my mouth.


"That was a wonderful showing," my mother told me serenely. "I am UNSPEAKABLY proud of you. That said, it was also very stupid. Can you tell me why?"


"Because…Ellie is an elite from the church?" I asked slowly, not sure of the answer even if I knew the basic shape of it. "She's not some bargain basement Ascendant I can beat across an entire rank? Because she's your personal apprentice."


She laughed at that. "That's very flattering, sweetie, but no. You missed something relatively obvious. But it's a mistake a lot of people make at C-rank. You see, in order to reach D-rank, you need a Path. In order to reach C-rank, it needs to be solid. But in order to reach B-rank, you need a Chronicle.


"Chronicles, much like the transformation to D-rank, are a watershed," she gestured to my staff. "I'm sure you realized that you've been capable of some truly absurd victories since you got yours. You've always been ahead on the Path. And that has been a tremendous advantage up to this point. But once you hit your Chronicle, things start to even out until you create a Domain. Even your pseudo Domains aren't going to bridge the gap as much as they used to."


I put together what she wasn't saying. "You're saying most people I would fight at peak C-rank will have Chronicles. But in the dungeon, there were a ton of peak C-rankers stuck at the edge of B-rank, and Chronicles were still rare."


"The dungeon was a petri dish," she corrected me. "People were STUCK at peak C-rank. They had grown up that way, without a chance of advancement, and they knew it. They had no motivation to form a Chronicle, aside from a few VERY talented people who were able to push a skill to Mythical. But that's astonishingly difficult to do. Besides that, you're operating in a high social strata now. This is the succession war, and if you win you'll be the WISHMASTER. You shouldn't judge your future opponents by the standards of your past enemies."


That was a valid point. I sighed. "So it'll be a while before I'm invincible in C-rank, even discounting monsters like Bethy. Point taken," I grinned wryly. "Probably could have gotten away with less humiliation if I hadn't let my head get so big."


"It's incredibly common with people who rank up fast like you do," she shrugged. "There's no term for it really, because it's not exactly common for people to improve so quickly, but a certain amount of arrogance tends to seep into your recursion when everyone sees you as the next big thing. The fact that you can recognize it is going to be a big help with avoiding it." She grinned at my wife. "Having HER around is also likely to keep you humble. Since she's likely to pull ahead of you if you don't keep your nose to the grindstone."


Callie preened, but didn't comment on my mother's praise. The two of them had been getting a lot closer lately, and I really loved to see it. Mom seemed to see Callie as another daughter, and while I was aware that was at least partly motivated by guilt towards me, I could tell that she genuinely adored my wife and the feeling was entirely mutual.


"So, now that I've reached C-rank, I can funnel all my scrolls to you, Cal," I told my wife as I sat down heavily on a nearby bench, trying to let my head rest. "You'll be right behind me. Then we can focus on helping Benny and Jessie catch up."


She chuckled, sitting down to snuggle against me. Her nine wings wrapped around us both, holding me close, and she leaned her head against my shoulder. "I know. I'm just being impatient. Getting Gossamer made me think about how great it would be for the two of us to fight together with our soul weapons. We still can, I guess. It's just not going to be the same. We're partners and you're pulling ahead."


"Some advice?" my mother offered with a smile. "Don't sweat the small differences. I hit A-rank some time before Eli did, just by virtue of who my family is. But he hit B-rank before me. Any relationship is give and take. Even an Ascendant partnership. Until you're both gods, one of you will always be ahead and one behind. Which is which will change at any given moment, but in the end, it doesn't really matter."


At Callie's obvious look of confusion, my mother laughed and answered her unspoken question. "Because you're in this TOGETHER. Forever. He'll always be there to have your back, and you'll always be there to have his. Even if there's some distance, he's not going to rush ahead. He'll wait for you to catch up, and you'll do the same. Because no matter how far apart you are, you'll always be side by side where it matters."


Her face as she spoke was…glowing. In a way I recognized from the mirror when I talked about Callie. She and my dad had been through a lot, but one thing I hadn't ever doubted since I'd first seen them together was how in love they were. My dad could be a cold hearted bastard, but my mother was his whole world, and I knew he loved my sister and I too.


Was this what Callie and I would be like in a few centuries? Still just as in love? As much as I resisted being like my father in any way, I really hoped so. I hoped we got to have what my parents had. And based on the warm adoration coming through the bond as I took her hand, she felt the same. My mother noticed that too, and smiled. "Yeah, you get it just fine. Don't worry about the small stuff. You're together and you love each other. And if you think about it, isn't that worth more than a rank or some skills?"


At first I thought she meant figuratively, but then I really thought about it and…she was right. My ability to endure pain was something I could never have developed if I didn't have Callie to rely on. The things I'd been through would have broken me without her. Her racial trait, her heretic fire, her Path. All of it happened because of us. Because we were together, and made each other better.


I tried to imagine where I'd be right now if I didn't have her. Where I'd be without the warm reassurance of her soul brushing against mine every day. And honestly, I just couldn't. Because my mom was right. Even when she wasn't with me she never left my side. I couldn't have gotten here. Wouldn't have lived through everything that had come my way. I folded my arms around her, releasing her hand so I could pull her tight against me, and she returned the embrace fiercely.


"You two are so CUTE!" my mother squealed embarrassingly. "I can't wait to have grandbabies, they're going to be adorable little angels. I wonder when you'll have your first set of twins?"


Callie froze, not in her usual mortification, but in true, genuine terror as she processed that. "What do you mean, our FIRST set of twins?" she asked my mother in horror. "As in…you think there will be more than one? And why would we even have one set? Twins are rare."


My mother just shot her a puzzled look. "Your father is a twin, right?" Callie nodded hesitantly, glossing over the whole Atlas thing for now. "And Shane is a twin. And Ascendants are already predisposed to multiples because of the drama factor. I only had the one pregnancy and it was twins right off the bat. With the predisposition on both sides, you're extremely likely to have twins your first time too."


Ignoring my wife's horrified gaping expression, my mother clapped her on the shoulder. "We can worry about that later though. You two have a meeting with The Empty Room tomorrow, and Shane is so tuckered out. Might as well get some rest. You two kids have fun!" She turned and strolled away. She made it almost around the corner before she busted up laughing and Callie just stared after her in horrified silence. And I'd thought my mom was supposed to be the NICE parent.

 

[Malcolm Tent]

Creating my scrolls the next day was anticlimactic. There were nine of them now, which was new, and they were C-ranked, which was new, but they were…just scrolls. The same ones I always made. After getting that done and kissing my wife goodbye, I headed for my meeting at The Empty Room.


I left everyone behind except my dad. The current master of The Empty Room was a man named Vacant, an A-ranker of considerable power with a very mysterious nature. Of course, being a Void specialist who gave most Ascendants the creeps, the man did a lot of his business with the devils, the WCP and the more…morally grey members of Ascendant society. My dad, being one of Adramalech's generals, was in a position to have interacted with the man a time or two, and so he would be making introductions.


"So, what do I need to know before this meeting?" I asked him as we walked up a small hill towards a large foreboding looking manor.


He hummed consideringly. "I'd say just try not to worry too much. You're a C-ranker, which means nothing you can do could protect you from an A-rank threat. I'll be outside, and I've taken measures to ensure your safety. Leave it to me and ask your questions."


His eyes flicked down to my shadow, where an Obsidian Soul Body he'd bound was lurking seamlessly. He'd attached it to me before we arrived, just to be safe, and I wasn't sure if knowing he could do that made me feel more or less secure. When we reached the door, he knocked on it sharply with his cane. There was a brief pause, and then the door creaked slowly open, admitting me to the house.


Nodding stoically to my father, I stared through the doorway, into the interior of a house that I…couldn't see an inch of. Nothing lay past the door. Just darkness. Like the frame was a hole in the world.


Taking a deep breath, I stepped through, preparing myself to fall or stumble or feel some sort of change.


Nothing came. Inside the house, the temperature was the same, the atmosphere was the same, everything remained exactly as it had been, except that I was just standing in nothingness. I activated Dantalion, hoping for some kind of feedback, but nothing came. Aside from the exact amount of ground my feet were in touch with, I appeared to be standing in a vast chasm of nothingness. I took a tentative step, and the ground appeared under my feet. Then another.


I walked for about ten minutes through the nothing, stepping into darkness for the ground to form under my boots, before I came to a stop. I sensed…something. Not concrete, but a presence nearby. I was being observed. Whatever it was, my Empty Spirit wasn't enough to counter it, but I was getting a sensation of observation, which meant that even when my immunity couldn't hold up it would at least warn me something was there. I cleared my throat. "Traditionally, it's polite to introduce yourself when greeting a guest."


"A guest?" came an amused whisper in the dark. It was carried around me like a swarm of locusts, buzzing on the air and not coming from any one location. "One must visit a home to be a guest. Is this a home? Can you visit that which is not?"


I snorted. "I would argue that constructing your home in such a way as to pose that question says more about you than you might like."


A sharp bark of laughter tore at my skin, scraping across the surface of my body like I was standing naked in a sandstorm. "Perhaps," the voice whispered jovially. "Or perhaps I simply do not wish to be visited? You come to impose on my solitude. You seek knowledge from beyond the edge of this world."


"I know," I told him bluntly. "I'm the one who decided to come here, I know what I seek. The question is, do YOU know what I seek? And what will it cost me to learn?"


"Cost," he mused. "A fickle thing. Information is priceless. Or perhaps worthless. Will you pay in kind? And what information would one such as you possess that I might wish? I remain on this planet because it suits me. I am not beholden to your bloodline, and should I wish to flee, even your ancestor would not stop me. I know many secrets about the deep places of the world, and they can be used for more than just barter."


I rolled my eyes. "I wasn't threatening you. I was asking a genuine question. But fine, you want information, I have some." I had discussed this with Callie when we found out about the visit. We only had one bit of information a Void scholar might want, and she was the only person who I felt had the right to decide if I revealed it. She hadn't hesitated for a moment, giving me permission to share her new father's story.


So I did. I recounted the story, and the voice waited with bated breath, listening intently to the tale until I finished. "Your offering is…magnificent," he breathed into the dark. "What knowledge do you wish?"


"I want to know the names and affiliations of the vessels you know about on the heirworld right now." I said without hesitation. "I suspect some of them have contacted you with tales of an alliance. They contacted me, and I have far less in common with them. The alliance is a lie." I informed him of our theory and the possibility of a new Void god.


A snarl tore through the dark. "Deception," he hissed. "Your gift of further information is appreciated. I will answer your question, but I owe you a further debt. One favor of your choice, to be collected at a future time." I nodded solemnly, accepting that for the massive boon that it was. "I am sad to say I do not have information commensurate to your payment, however. A deal was proposed, and so I will share what I know, for whatever use it might be."


I remained silent as he organized his information, and then he began to speak. "I know of seven Vessels currently active on this planet. Five are A-rank. One B-rank and one C. The last, I suspect, is the one you met, for it was he who approached me about this alliance. In my hubris, I considered this an assurance. I assumed one such as he could not lie in my presence. Perhaps my understanding of the Void is not what I once thought."


"We've all been there," I shrugged. "Anything you know might help. Do you know who they're Vessels FOR?"


That got a sigh. "A few of them. Void Children are…complex. Not all of them have a cohesive enough identity to be described. The three I'm aware of are Schnex the Keeper, Doranka, and Roviram. They are complicated beings, but their core natures are more consistent than most. Schnex is a collector. It finds promising talents and then nurtures them to add to its collection. It is…unusual, for a Void Child, in that it ALMOST doesn't hate Ascendants."


"That sounds horrible," I said cheerfully. "Who is its Vessel?"


"His name is Bremman," said the voice heavily. "He is a Heaven Murder Elf." My blood froze at that. Heaven Murder Elves were rare. I had met one, but she had been under the protection of one of the vanished gods. I'd been under the impression they were mostly extinct. Heaven Murder Elves were scary. Like…Vampire scary. They were natural geniuses at weaponry and combat.


A collector of the Void having one made sense, even if I REALLY didn't like the idea. Especially if he was an A-ranker, which, upon asking, he was. "Roviram's Vessel is an A-ranked Dullahan named Vex. Roviram is obsessed with the concept of finality, and his army of executioners bring true death to all that fall beneath their blades. Doranka, meanwhile is a parody of fire, manifesting a cold flame that freezes all it touches. His Vessel is a woman named Violetta, also A-rank."


He went on to describe the other two A-rankers, a man named Drewell who used exclusively his fists, and a woman named Nasha who used sonic attacks. That one sounded particularly nasty to deal with, and I had to wince at the idea of fighting her, even for someone like my dad.


The B-ranker's name was Pell, and he was some kind of falconer. Which sounded cool, except the Vessels all had access to a variety of terrifying Void spawn, and I was guessing his was an army of evil Void falcons, which was about as terrifying as it was awesome.


Which left us with the last one. The C-ranker I'd met. It was unfortunate we didn't know the name of his patron, but whatever Void Child he served had gone out of its way to fly under the radar. "The one I met didn't give a name at first, even to myself. I forced him to part with it as payment for information given. He called himself "Wise". A pretentious moniker, but one told true when asked. That is the name he associates with himself."


I snorted at that. "Yeah, he seems like the self aggrandizing type. Did you see his face? He appeared to me as an image of myself. I wasn't able to get a good look at any actual features."


"He came cloaked in shadow, as many of the Void are want to do," the voice admitted. "My own concealment was learned from them, and they possess perhaps the most advanced means of Stealth among the Ascendant factions and their equivalents." I noted he used the term equivalents as a plural, and I wondered what he meant by that, but now wasn't really the time. "He was not concealing himself, mind. But I believe was under the protection of something greater."


"Can you tell me anything that might help me find him?" I asked desperately. "I think he's the key to this mess, and we need to stop him from accomplishing his goals. If they're what we suspect, we're all going to be VERY screwed if he pulls this off."


He hummed ponderously. "Perhaps. I detected something subtle. A scent clinging to his concealment. Liquor. A particularly expensive brand native to Arcadia. It isn't TRACKED, per se, but it is uncommon. Perhaps an investigation into that might bear fruit. That is all I know."


Honestly, it was more than I'd expected. Even as a potential alliance partner, I doubted Vacant had been put in a position to learn all this easily. It was clear he'd investigated his potential partners thoroughly. He had been willing to work with the Void where I might not have been, but at the very least he'd done his due diligence. I should have expected as much from a veteran A-ranker, I suppose. You don't last long enough to reach the penultimate step below god if you're an idiot.


Thanking him for the information, I turned and headed back the way I came. Or at least I was pretty sure I did. Orienting yourself in a pitch black void wasn't exactly easy. But I made it to the door easy enough, and when I stepped through, I was suddenly back in reality, standing next to my dad.


He raised an eyebrow at me. "So…learn anything interesting?" I recounted the events of my conversation, and he grimaced but nodded along anyway. "Well, that's better than nothing. A shame he couldn't give us more on this "Wise" fellow. I'll look into the liquor. He didn't say what kind specifically?"


I was about to confirm that he hadn't, until I realized something was crumpled up in my palm. I'd missed it because my gauntlets prevented fine tactical feedback like that, and the thing was almost cobweb thin. I unfolded it, realizing it was a label. "Apparently he did," I said wryly. I handed it over to my dad with a chuckle. "So, think you can do anything with that?" Judging by his answering grin, he did.

 

[Stiltskin_The_Storyteller]

I don't know why they'd be worried about natives? It seems the far greater and more likely threat are how many of the >100 peak D rankers rank up to C for the fight. Seems kind of obvious though, so I assume the god of Deception has real tricks in store. Seems like a suicide mission for a handful of mid to low D rankers to face 10 times their number of higher ranked. Especially with how rare it is for even peak D to punch up to low C 1 on 1.

Click to shrink...

You have a point about the power of the D-Rankers, but you miss a very important point. What KIND of C-rankers are in this dungeon? The Glade had Impact as a resource, so even people at the level of entry fought at a disadvantage to the Impactful natives. Whatever this dungeon is, it WILL have a native resource, and the locals WILL be masters of it with centuries, if not more, of improvement. Devil you know is the D-rankers, though something tells me many of them are at the watershed about to level up, making it uncertain which is worse...

 

[Stiltskin_The_Storyteller]

Spoiler: Corrections

In the long run

I just realized Shane based his Legend on someone who sealed demons, and his father became a devil. I wonder if there will be any interesting interactions between their abilities in the future.

Click to shrink...

That thought popped into my head myself... At the very least, his dad helped shape his legend. Demon manipulating Solomon, only to get bound, maybe?

 

[Malcolm Tent]

The next day was hectic. Arranging the full court press of searchers we needed required calling in a lot of favors with a lot of people. Some of those favors I called in personally, some my parents called in, but the result was the same. We had officially gathered enough people to head down to clear out the anchors.


Of course, we weren't going in completely blind. We had the two anchors we already knew about documented, but more than that, we had an army of Wyndhams, and that meant a LOT of spare wishes.


In order to make the most of that, we'd had everyone wish for compasses that would lead them to the nearest anchor (the compasses would ignore anchors that already had a compass locked onto them, unless the owner died without reaching them). We'd ALSO managed to make contact with the folks upstairs and tweak the bounty board to reward anchor captures.


The tricky part was that we were sure there were active traitors, so we couldn't ANNOUNCE that fact en masse. We'd ended up arranging for the board to change at a specific time, hoping the anchor bounties could all be applied at once before anyone else noticed.


Our own forces were, of course, under strict contracts arranged by my father in exchange for the compasses, which kind of killed two birds with one stone.


While all this was being set up though, my old man had begun the process of trying to track down the Vessel who went by "Wise", hoping to head off some of our future problems by being proactive. He failed, unfortunately, but was finished with time to spare on following us down to take out the anchors.


Which led us to now, standing at the top of the colossal staircase at the heart of Arcadia, about to head down with all our forces.


We split up into multiple groups again, and mine was, as before, only twenty five people, with three of our A-rankers leading the way. I'd wanted them to split up, actually, but mom had been adamant that I was heavily at risk down here and that she refused to let me go without at least my parents and Zeke as guards.


Now we were back down in the dark stone level, searching for the anchors we had clearly marked, ready to take them out first thing.


Despite the fact that everything was going according to plan (or possibly BECAUSE of it), I was deeply uncomfortable about…something. I just couldn't tell if it was one of my precognitive senses acting up or just my own paranoia. Or if those two things were even any different from each other at this point.


"You doing alright?" Asked a familiar voice. I turned to blink at Jessie, who was giving me a soft, sympathetic smile.


I shrugged. "Fine, just worried. This…this whole trip has been nonstop chaos. I should be happy that Callie's Path problem is handled. But now I'm worried this whole planet is going to be shredded into confetti and jettisoned to the furthest corners of the Void in a plot to make some kind of dark anti-god."


She stopped, grabbing my arm. I let her pull me to a halt, though there was zero chance of her being able to move me at D-rank. "That's my point," she said bluntly. "Are you ALRIGHT? Like…in a general sense."


Her eyes were shining with concern, and despite not having a bond like I did with Callie…I knew what she meant. She was asking if I was ok being around my parents. Being around them with my sister. Being around my cousins, and potentially becoming the boss of my entire family, after which I would need to reconstruct the entirety of the system that led to me getting there in the first place, at least as much as was possible given the strong resistance I would face from the council of elders.


And the answer was that I had no idea. To make sure we had some privacy I triggered Murmur at B-rank. It wouldn't work on my parents or Zeke, but I wasn't really worried about them hearing this. "I don't know," I admitted. "I don't think I CAN think about it. I've been going non stop for years now. And that used to just feel like a fun game, like I was on a nonstop adventure, but now…


"I'm going to hit the end of my task soon," I admitted. "If I win this. If I BECOME the Wishmaster, then I did it. I accomplished that first goal. And I'm not sure I'll have it in me to pick up the next burden. To shift gears and just turn my focus to stopping a war, or ruling the WCP."


Because at the end of the day, I wasn't sure what I was anymore. Not without this. Not without the quest I'd been on since day one. Because once I accomplished the goal (assuming I fucking LIVED through this mess), then I had to start the WORK. Becoming the Wishmaster wasn't the end, it was the beginning. The beginning of the hardest part of my journey, and after everything I'd already been through, I wasn't sure I had that in me.


I expected a pep talk. Some kind of encouragement or confidence. I expected an oath of loyalty or a promise to be by my side every step of the way. But Jessie had a way of knowing what people needed even better than they did, especially people she knew well.


She just hugged me. I froze, not sure how to respond. Not because I minded her hugging me, but because I couldn't really remember the last time someone had just given me a hug because I needed one. I just put my arms around her and held her back, resting my chin on the top of her head, and felt the strain drain away from me.


Because it didn't change anything. Not a single solitary factor of all the shit I had to deal with. And in a way, that made it exactly what I needed. Not everything needed to be this momentous colossal task or great shaking revelation. Not everything needed to be BIG just because we were Ascendants.


We were still people. Still humans deep down. And abandoning that like Zeke suggested might be easier, but it made it almost TOO easy. Made it too simple to gloss over the hurt, or the worry, or the fear, instead of dealing with it. And maybe that was WHY Ascendants could be so inhuman at the higher ranks. Because they had to be. Except when they didn't. Because maybe admitting you needed a hug from a friend because you were scared was ok too. Even if it wasn't a very Ascendant thing to do.


And paradoxically, admitting that, letting that worry in and accepting it could be part of me…helped. Acknowledging that I wasn't failing to live up to my future godhood by being scared. That I could be a god AND a person, even if most people didn't.


Part of me wondered about the timing of that revelation. After meeting Atlas, after seeing his sorrow and regret. After hearing the story of what the Void had done to him. He'd become the perfect god in some ways. The ultimate god. But it hadn't stopped him from being a slave to the Void. His humanity had done that. Adam Atlas the god had failed. Adam Atlas the person had saved the universe. Had he wanted me to see that? Had he been trying to show me by example what not to do?


Or maybe I was projecting way more competence and ability onto him that was warranted. Maybe he routinely let people assume he was all knowing and secretly manipulating things behind the scenes.


In the end it didn't matter. What I took from my meeting with Atlas was my own. Despite who and what he was, no one became a god the exact same way as anyone else. I could learn from him and keep what I needed, then drop the rest.


I released Jessie, stepping back with a chuckle. "You know, your power only lets you heal the body. You have no business being this smart about what people's minds and hearts need."


She just shrugged, giggling. "What can I say? I've always been the smartest of our group."


"Yeah," I laughed. "You kind of have. Thanks, Jess. Sorry I've been a little bit distant lately. With everything going on…"


She rolled her eyes. "If I was going to throw a fit every time my friend gets busy, I'd have picked different friends. You ARE going to win this competition, and become the Wishmaster, and when you DO, you're going to be even busier than now. But can you make me a promise? Please?"


"Anything," I told her solemnly. "Anything you need. You know that."


She smiled softly at me. "Take care of yourself Shane. And let other people take care of you too. After this is over, don't jump right into the saddle. Promise me you'll finally take Callie on the honeymoon you've been talking about. The WCP can survive a few months of vacation with the council running things."


I couldn't help it, I just laughed. "Yeah," I promised her. "I will. I'll make sure to-" I stopped, letting Murmur drop instantly as my head jerked up. Doom. Overwhelming horror and death. My Danger Sense was screaming so loud I couldn't hear myself think, couldn't process anything but the sheer overwhelming panic. "Mom!" I called loudly, trying to get their attention.


My parents had stopped just ahead, and at my call, my mother nodded. "Yeah, we noticed," she said grimly. "They snuck up on us. Used the spatial instability to get close."


"Who did?" Callie asked, appearing at my side. "Who's there?"


A low laugh echoed from the darkness. "That would be us," came an amused voice. And then several figures appeared from the shadows. Or rather, five. Five figures. Five A-RANK figures. Two more than we had.


Before we could speak, Zeke was standing behind us. A series of masks flowed from a pouch on his belt, enlarging as they drifted into the air and began orbiting the group. Everyone except for my parents, who were trapped outside the circle of masks. Alone. Without even Zeke for backup.


Not that the two of them seemed fazed. My father tapped his cane on the ground thoughtfully. "A trap then," he said contemplatively. "I'm guessing you had some sort of detection array around the anchors? Assumed we'd be back for them?"


Which meant they didn't know about the plan. The contracts had held up, and he was trying to warn us to keep our mouths shut.


I understood. They couldn't have dispatched any more A-rankers than this anyway. Or if they could it wouldn't be many. Sebastian and Killian were both powerful combatants. It would take more than a single enemy to take them on. The full court press could still succeed at wiping out enough of the anchors, provided they didn't catch on and find some way to counter our plan.


The tallest man there was familiar to me. Not because I knew him, but because he had about five points of similarity to Dayna, including the pointed ears. Bremman, the Heaven Murder Elf. He seemed to be the leader of this motley collective.


"Well, you're not complete idiots," he said lightly. "Shame that even the partial idiocy you're guilty of carries the death penalty."


My father's lips peeled back from his too white teeth, his horned visage so like mine and so very different at the same time. I hadn't seen him quite like this before. So excited about the prospect of violence. "I'd have thought the servants of the Void would have more imagination. But don't worry. By the time I finally let you leave this world, I'll have demonstrated the DEATH is the least of the penalties I plan on applying to you." Then he tapped his cane again, and the world was consumed by shadows.

 

[Quenster06]

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Or maybe I was projecting way more competence and ability onto him that was warranted

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[Malcolm Tent]

I expected my dad and mom to leap into action. His shadowy black soul army spread out around them, taking up a sort of formation shaped like a series of concentric stars, easily thirty of the things. But rather than join him in combat, my mother hummed consideringly. "I'm thinking of a number between one and ten," my dad said with a grin.


"Six," she responded instantly, clearly more aware of what that meant than I was.


He barked out a laugh. "Nope, it was four. Go wait with the kids." His tone was teasing, but relaxed. He wasn't even remotely worried.


She clicked her tongue and strode over to where Zeke was surrounding us with masks, walking effortlessly between the rotating items as she came to stand beside Chelsea and I. "Um…what was that?" My sister asked slowly.


"It's called high or low," my mom explained. "Whenever your father and I have to share enemies, one of us picks a number between one and ten and guesses. One to five is low, six to ten is high. If you're in the same range as the person who picked, you win."


"Winning in this case being…the ability to fight five powerful A-rankers ALONE?" I asked her in disbelief.


She smirked at that. "Elijah never fights alone. But don't worry, if he runs into trouble I'm right here. I don't see that happening though. There's a reason your father is so prized by Adramalech. Catching the attention of a devil prince isn't an easy thing to do."


I couldn't help but remember the towering purple skinned figure of the devil I'd met at the conclave. Someone who spoke to Morgan Lark as an equal and had been completely unbothered at the thought of fighting Harrison with almost no provocation. I could imagine how powerful someone like that must be.


Bremman, who was standing at the forefront of the A-rankers, smiled indulgently at my father. "That's the kind of arrogance I'd expect of a Wyndham. And not just a Wyndham either. The rebellious son. The Wish Devil. I'm curious, why are you so focused on standing against us? You've seen the depravity and corruption your family has be-"


"Let me just stop you right there," my dad sighed. "Please don't. Like, I understand that it's tradition, trying to sway me to your side. That you'd be a powerful ally, and all that I wish for could be mine and blah, blah, blah. Or maybe you're actually an idiot and you were going for a soft sell, trying to tug on my heart strings. It makes no real difference. It's not going to work.


"I don't care about your tragic backstory, I don't want your priceless treasures, I don't have any unresolved issues to work out on my relatives," he said blithely. "If I want something, I take it, if I don't like someone, I kill them, and I am very experienced at tempting and corrupting others. Frankly your amateur sales pitch is insulting, and I should very much enjoy allowing both of us to skip the awkwardness of you trying to make it and just dispense with the ensuing bloodbath."


He tapped his cane (a soul weapon of some kind, I knew), and a mirrored sheen rolled up from the ground, over the cane and his body, covering him in a reflective finish, which with another tap turned the shiny black of onyx, just like the others. Another tap, and there was an eruption of black smoke beneath all thirty versions of my father, and then they flickered and reappeared at seemingly random points all over the chamber.


Six of them for each of the opponents, surrounding the five A-rankers in a loose ring.


Bremman, meanwhile, looked incensed. "I tried to do this the easy way," he snarled, his eyes lighting up an eerie blue. Black mist poured from him as he manifested a large black spear, driving it forward directly into the chest of one of the nearest clones.


The onyx soul in the shape of my dad choked, seizing up, and then collapsed into a cloud of black smoke. The Heaven Murder Elf choker, waving away the smoke, but it clung to him, even as the other clones attacked. He snarled, stabbing his spear into another clone, then a third. The smoke billowed up, clinging to him even more tightly. Five clones, all dead in a blink as he engaged the last one with a snarl.


Driving his spear forward, his eyes were wide with rage…and then with shock, as the cane simply stopped the blow head on.


Not just the blow. As soon as the spear touched the head of the cane, the black mist and blue glow vanished. The black smoke around him thinned, but didn't disappear. He looked shaken. "What…what have you done?" He shook the spear, smacking it against his palm a few times. "What have you DONE?"


"Combat," my father said casually. "Is a social contract. Two combatants unleashing violence upon one another until one or both are dead. However, like all contracts, it has certain provisions. For instance, while multiple people can engage in combat, each person involved can only die once. Your spear attack killed me with the first blow. And the second. And the third. You've killed me no less than five times. I'm afraid contractually, you're quite overextended."


The spearman looked outraged. "What? I never agreed to that!"


"Of course you did," my father said cheerfully. "As did the rest of your friends." He glanced around at the others, who I noticed were all standing in front of now singular copies of him, looking similarly cowed. "And that's not all either. I've repossessed your Void taint in order to repay your debt, but that's only worth one or two lives."


He tapped his cane, and the spear vanished from Bremman's hand, then again, and the elf stumbled, his leg giving out under him and sending him collapsing to the ground. He stared up at my father in terror. "This is…you can't do this! This isn't possible!"


My father shook his head, smiling coldly. "Incorrect. I'm the Wish Devil. With the payment of a human soul I can do nearly anything. And you paid me five."


He knelt down in front of the cowering man and stared straight into his eyes. "I could have done this nicely, you know. I could have killed you quick. Made it look effortless and reinforced the terror that others feel of me. But I'm not going to do that. I have questions about your masters."


"I…yes," Bremman said desperately. "I'll tell you anything! I swear! Ask me whatever you want to know!"


My dad chuckled darkly. "Oh, you've misunderstood. I already told you earlier that your sloppy attempts at coercion were insulting to me. You are not a source of information, Bremman. You are a DEMONSTRATION." He stood and turned away, then tapped his cane again. A wave of black energy exploded out of his cane, funneling into a cloud above his head and then swirling into a vortex, the mouth of which poured itself into the mouth of the Heaven Murder Elf.


Bremman screamed, writhing on the ground as he clawed at his face, and cracks began to appear along his skin, starting at his mouth. The cracks covered his whole body, spreading quickly, and then he screamed and his form shattered, the rest of him flaking off as a reflective soul climbed up to stand in front of my dad.


He hummed with amusement. "Go stand guard for my family." The mercury soul nodded, hefting its mercury spear, and its eyes glowed blue as black mist began to pour off the weapon.


My dad turned to one of the other four A-rankers, all of them now kneeling in front of his other clones. "You," he said to the woman that, based on the ice surrounding her was Violetta. "Tell me what you know about Wise."


"I…" she stammered. "I don't know! Wait no please I swear!"


"And that's enough of that," Zeke said breezily, snapping his fingers. The protective field his masks created went opaque, and I turned to look at him in shock…only to spot my mother sighing with relief. That made more sense. Protecting us like that was out of character for him, but less so for mom.


I turned to her with a frown. "You were expecting this," I said bluntly. "You both seemed completely at ease the whole time. You knew there were alarms on the anchors. That was why you encouraged me to leave them for later." That had been subtle, I'd barely noticed it happening. I'd thought that was my own idea.


"A demonstration," she said, echoing my dad. "The Vessels are dead, and the part of the soul your father retains isn't connected to the Void Children, but the process of their deaths will be witnessed. I personally don't much enjoy cultivating that sort of reputation, but when necessary I can be flexible."


Chelsea looked devastated. "Mom…" she whispered. "I can't believe you were ok with that. The things he was doing. I mean, I expected it from him, but you're a SAINTESS. You're supposed to be…better. Better than dad."


"Better?" my mother asked calmly. "I believe that was the best I've been in quite some time. Let's ignore the Void aspects of this for a moment. Ignore that those are monsters who feed people to the darkness beyond space. Even if they had been normal humans. Even if they had been saints themselves. They made a mistake. They tried to hurt my CHILDREN.


"I don't care what you think of what I just did," she told my sister calmly. "You can hate me for it if you like. But I'd do it again in an instant. Don't make the mistake of thinking that being from the church gives us the luxury of being paragons of virtue. Sometimes, to protect the ones we care about, we need to get our hands dirty. Your father didn't teach me that, dear heart. I taught HIM."


Personally I wasn't bothered. Soul bullshit was ethically dubious at times, but like she said, the Void destroyed the human part of them anyway. Though not as entirely as I'd believed, given the terror on Bremman's face. I guessed even sociopathic Void stooges can be afraid if someone is scary enough.


Zeke cleared his throat. "Think we're all good," he said. He waved a hand and the masks retreated, floating back into his belt, shrinking as the went. My dad approached, five new mercury souls trailing behind him menacingly.


I raised an eyebrow at him. "Finished having your fun?" I asked dryly. "Did it actually LEAD to anything?"


"Oh ye of little faith," he chuckled, tapping his cane. The five mercury souls and all the onyx still out vanished in clouds of smoke. "I got everything I needed. Wise is performing the ritual as we speak, slowly opening the portals like we suspected and growing stronger over time. And now…I know WHERE."


My lips peeled back in vicious triumph. "With the rest of our forces attacking the anchors, he'll be too distracted to see us coming, won't he?"


The Vessels Void Children might have seen what we just did, but they weren't WISE'S Void Child. They couldn't tell him without a means to interact, and I somehow doubted they were going to believe he was a friend much longer, given he was going to run out of neutral targets and start picking off his own soon to grow his power. I'd be shocked if he hadn't started already.


"Call Sebastian and Killian," I told him bluntly. "We need to get down there and take him out. Before he hits S-rank. You can take him on at A-rank I'm sure. Let's get down there and fucking end this once and for all." I paused and looked around the room. "Also, did anyone record us taking down the A-rank Vessels? Bet that'll be worth some points." I still had a competition to win after this was all over.

 

[Bezarius]

"Let me just stop you right there," my dad sighed. "Please don't. Like, I understand that it's tradition, trying to sway me to your side. That you'd be a powerful ally, and all that I wish for could be mine and blah, blah, blah. Or maybe you're actually an idiot and you were going for a soft sell, trying to tug on my heart strings. It makes no real difference. It's not going to work.


"I don't care about your tragic backstory, I don't want your priceless treasures, I don't have any unresolved issues to work out on my relatives," he said blithely. "If I want something, I take it, if I don't like someone, I kill them, and I am very experienced at tempting and corrupting others. Frankly your amateur sales pitch is insulting, and I should very much enjoy allowing both of us to skip the awkwardness of you trying to make it and just dispense with the ensuing bloodbath."

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[Quenster06]

Spoiler: Corrections

The Heaven Murder Elf choker

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[Malcolm Tent]

Down, down, down into the deeps. The ritual, to no one's surprise, was taking place on a much lower level, one much closer to the center of the planet. Not TOO close, mind. Our B-rankers and those of us with Chronicles were able to withstand the pressure, and Zeke had lent a few masks to the others to offset the strain for them, but it was much deeper than we'd been so far.


Which I supposed made sense. The Void Ladder was using the entire length of this stairway as a focus. In fact, it was probable there was another group of Void Vessels coming down (or I guess up?) from the other side to plant the anchors.


I'd completely blanked on the fact that this planet was dual sided and that there was probably a similar invasion (albeit most likely missing the key actor in the form of Wise himself) taking place opposite us. Luckily, I wasn't the only person on this planet, nor was I actually in charge of the WCP (yet), so I assumed that other people were dealing with that whole mess, and I was free to focus on the impossible task I already had to worry about, namely, disrupting the apparently ongoing ritual Wise was performing before he got too strong and dealt with US.


Part of me was hoping we'd taken out his entire force, that we would have a free shot at Wise as we approached, but unfortunately, that was proven demonstrably false.


"Shit," Zeke said as my entire group of thirty plus stopped at level above our target. He'd set one of his masks on the floor, manifesting some kind of technique, and the thing had…become him. Or at least his face. That I'd seen before, but I had NOT seen that face sprout spider legs and scurry off into the dark. Apparently he could see through its eyes too, because he was currently reporting the view to us directly. "There's a bunch of them."


I cursed. "How many is a bunch?" I asked anxiously. "We've got six A-rankers, not to mention Fade who might be able to fight up a rank. Do they have more?" Aside from the five I'd brought, we'd ended up meeting up with Davis, my cousin Derran's dad, and several more B-rankers besides. They'd finished their anchor sweep, so we'd recruited them to help us with the raid. They were more than happy to join up once we let them in on the stakes for this particular outing.


"Ten," he said grimly. "And…that's bad. I'm pretty sure they have a Void tainted DRAGON there. It might be a Vessel, I can't tell. And there's not just them either. There's a LOT of Void spawn down there."


I sucked in a breath. "You sure it's not a Wyvern?" I asked weakly. "Or a Wyrm or something?" I'd never seen an actual dragon before, but I knew they were SCARY. Apex predators, the least of which were born at D-rank. If he considered it a threat it must be A or B-rank minimum, and that was…unsettling.


"I mean, it could just be dragon shaped Void spawn, I guess," he said slowly. "I don't know where those come from, so I can't say. But I've SEEN dragons before, and that definitely fucking looks like one."


I grimaced. "So…ten," I looked at the others. "Can we do ten? If we assume Wise is still at C-rank, and I'm not sure he is, I'm willing to take him on. But we have to be able to GET to him." I glanced at Callie. "I assume we have some kind of PLAN here? Like you know what's supposed to happen to stop all this?"


She flicked her wrist, and Gossamer appeared, the blue black gem pulsing eerily in the hilt. "I can shut it down. If you can get us close. Adam made sure I'd have a way. I think that was the whole reason he gave me the sword."


"Alright," I said with a sigh. "Then we've got our plan. Callie, you're with me. We're going to use Murmur to sneak in while the others distract the defenders." I looked around at my friends. "This is going to be VERY dangerous. If anyone wants to back out, there's no shame. This is going to be a mess." To my complete lack of surprise, not a single one of my people stepped forward. Whether out of loyalty, self-preservation, or good old fashioned greed, everyone was onboard.


We stepped out of the level we were on (the nineteenth) and headed down once more, remounting the stairs. We'd stopped on the floor above where the ritual was going on to do recon, and now…now it was time for battle.


Murmur washed over me, and Callie beside me. Not JUST Murmur either. I boosted it to B-rank with my staff. My stealth domain was powerful enough to affect even high ranked opponents, so the boosted version should enable us to get past any of the enemies in question. "Ok, everyone stick to the formations my dad lays out," I said, letting my voice roll out of the field. "Be safe, and be careful."


I grabbed Callie's hand and squeezed, and the two of us made our way around the bend in the staircase. I stopped when the forces ahead came into sight because…damn, that actually was a dragon.


It was funny. I'd never seen a dragon. I hadn't even really seen any decent PICTURES of a dragon. But looking at this thing, all I could think was that this was what a dragon looked like. I'd mistaken things for dragons before, like the Bone Wyvern, but looking at this creature, I was absolutely blown away by how I could make that mistake, because nothing I'd ever seen before looked like THIS and this was so obviously a dragon.


We approached it slowly, almost ploddingly so. I felt the need to move slow to allow Murmur to work to its fullest, because I didn't want the dragon to spot me. I needn't have worried. As I passed into range, there was a rumble and the stairs beneath us shook aggressively. Looking over my shoulder, I spotted my mother standing further up the steps, her body made of living fire. The dragon's eyes, and the eyes of the other A-rankers, were all on her, leaving us free to slip by.


The approach was nerve wracking. Even under stealth, the crowd of Ascendants and Void spawn arrayed on the stairs, blockading the level in question, was truly staggering. I kept expecting them to notice something out of place, but the further I got, the less concerned I became for myself…and the more I became for my friends.


Because my family and my retainers had engaged as soon as they were in range. My mom hit the dragon like a speeding train, my dad deployed a full seventy two souls (many of which were mercury and three of which were mirror), and Zeke had deployed more masks than I thought he even had access to. A small army of swordmasters, marsh elves, and every other local we'd recruited since out arrival rushed out, with Bethy, Abel, and all my friends trailing after them.


And we just…left them. It made me sick, turning my back on my friends in battle. But if we didn't take out that ritual then this planet would get torn apart, even assuming the Void Child behind it didn't become an S-ranker and slip through to murder us all ahead of time.


The level the ritual was taking place on was confusing. Mirrors lined the walls, ceiling, and floor. Once we entered, I had to slow us down, because there were so many fucking reflections for me to erase as me moved that I was barely able to keep up even walking at a crawl. Callie clutched my hand tight. "We're close," she whispered. "I can feel the call of the Void from ahead of us."


I decided not to read into her still being able to hear that despite her elimination of the Void Path. As as Heretic Archangel, my wife was tied to Atlas, and Atlas was a former Void Vessel whose whole power was based on being their bane.


It took us about twenty minutes to penetrate deep enough into the level to start to find evidence of the ritual itself. Anchors floated in the air, empty stones suspended below black tears in the fabric of reality. Through the tears was just…nothing. Not the Void, not an abyss, just the complete absence of creation.


Callie stared at the holes in sick dread. "It started," she whispered. "He's already eaten several sections of the Void. Because it's not a stable or solid place, when a Void Child takes a territory, they consume it and integrate it into themselves. They literally ARE what they eat, and they eat the Void. They embody their territory, so as they expand so does their power."


That explained a bit of how the Vessel thing worked. It didn't make sense to artificially inflate the soul like they did, but the Void was the opposite of space. Like…the spirit to reality's flesh. Whatever part of the soul they took from their Vessels must be enough to connect them directly to the Void in a way similar to how normal gods connect to their worlds. I blinked at that thought. I didn't…that wasn't obvious. At all. Where had that come from?


I felt a pulse in my chest and realized it was the bond. Callie and I were connected soul deep. What she knew I knew, at least sometimes.


We stepped past another dozen tears, ignoring them as we approached a circle of blackened crystals jammed into the ground, energy leaping between them as they conducted spatial power unlike anything I'd seen.


And in the center…was me. Wise was still wearing my face, for some reason, and seeing it look so cold and smug was tough for me. I expected Callie to have trouble too, but oddly she didn't seem fazed. She knew that wasn't me, she could feel me. She was clearer than anyone that this was all bullshit.


There was a rumble underfoot again, and I heard a rattle as the mirrors shook. The me in the center of the circle frowned, then looked up and…stared. His eyes, blue glowing Void irises rather than my own green, fixed on me. "Well hello there," he said, grinning widely.


I froze, but after a long sigh, I dropped Murmur. It wouldn't do much good anyway. Because now that I was closer, I could see that Wise wasn't a C-ranker anymore. He wasn't even a B-ranker. Wise had clearly eaten more territory than we had expected in such a short time. He was firmly in the S-rank now.


Despite that, I didn't panic. When I folded my domain, I didn't drop it completely. I just condensed it to cover Callie more thoroughly. Sure enough, his vision didn't seem to twitch. Whatever his eyes were doing to pierce my stealth so easily, it wasn't something that affected my wife. Callie was a Heretic Archangel, and was the natural enemy of the Void. Wise had some tricks with stealth, which I knew from The Empty Room, but those tricks didn't extend to her.


So I took all of his attention on myself, focusing Murmur as hard as I could on Callie as she started to slowly edge around the circle. I didn't know what her target was, but it didn't matter. It was my job to make sure she reached it. She knew how to take this apart and I needed to give her the time. So I did what I did best. I decided to bullshit.


Grinning at the Vessel, I spread my arms welcomingly. "What? You weren't expecting me? I've decided to take you up on your offer of an alliance. I even brought an army here to surrender to you. What do you say?" Wise had opened his mouth to reply, but when he heard that, he froze, clearly not sure what the hell was going on. Callie continued to inch across the room, and I tried desperately to come up with a plausible story to explain all this. Given I could sense the others approaching behind me, it would have to be a doozie.