Chapter 179: Trust the System

Chapter 179: Trust the System

Arthur nearly jumped out of his skin as Void zipped down from the skies, two men held aloft with it. The men were immobilized as though by invisible bonds and plopped down face down in the dirt behind the god. Arthur was still gaping when Void gave its customary wave to him. Arthur, in a slight state of shock, actually returned the wave before he realized what he was doing and then gave a slight bow of greeting. "Lord Void. I-"

He cut off, glancing at the two people behind the god. They wriggled ineffectually on the ground. "Ahem. So. What's going on?"

Void pointed to the body, then the two people. Then it let out a series of complicated beeps that Arthur wasn't about to be able to interpret. Still, the message was pretty clear. It seemed like Void thought these men were responsible for poor Walter's death.

Arthur nodded to Void. "So you already knew about this murder, then?"

A clear beep of assent followed. "Well, perhaps you can tell me what happened?"

With that, Void pulled out its customary stone tablet and began engraving away with the terrifying power of light.

***

Bee made her way out of the castle after having an interesting talk with Mary. Here. She found the Nighty Knights waiting for her in an impressive formation. Impressive, at least, for their age. They stood in even rows of Seven wide and five deep. She did some quick counts, realizing that they had 36 members, with Felix standing off to the side.

This was more than she had remembered the initial group having. There were other children in the castle, but they were still only babies and too young to join the Knights’ group yet. Looking around, she saw more new faces, some that she didn't recognize. It seemed that they had taken in even more refugees since she had been gone. As she approached, Felix twitched his face, and the entire group of children snapped a reasonably smart salute.

This stopped Bee up in her tracks. Somehow they had coordinated that. She didn't think that they could have seen Felix's small tell, so how? It was quite impressive.

Standing in front of them, she gave the group a nod. "Hello, everyone. I've been told you are working hard."

"Hello, High Priestess Bee," they chorused back in a bit of discord. There were a few giggles that were quickly silenced by the children next to them poking the offenders quiet.

Felix then called out, "Squad one, present!"

Before Bee could do anything, a file of children marched forward to stand in front of her. Leanne led the group of five members, her chin high and confident. Bee’s eyebrows raised even further.

“Marching” might have been a bit of a strong description of what these children did. They stepped high and stomped down, but they were very much not coordinated. Their steps fell as if there were two different sets of drums playing. Still, they swiveled mostly at the same time to face her.

Just when Bee thought she had seen all the kids had to offer, the last child went to demonstrate her skill. It was a young girl, younger than the rest of them. She must have been no more than four years old, maybe even three.

She took a step forward and closed her eyes, looking up to the sky and bringing her hands together at chest level. Her palms met each other, fingers straight and facing upward. A serene expression crossed her face. Then, she scythed one arm down to her side.

For a second, a giant mirage of Void appeared, hanging in the air above her. His claw descended onto the ground, smashing into the dirt, sending rocks and debris billowing out. The cloud completely covered the formation and pelted Bee with bits and pieces that she just barely managed to block with her forearm.

The little girl appeared as the dust settled down, still in her prayer stance, completely untouched by the destruction she had caused. In front of her was a small crater where the impact was looking down from the sky. She met Beatrice's eyes and smiled before babbling. "That was the Void Avatar's claw. Isn't it neat?"

Of all the skills she'd seen today, this was the most Void-like, in some ways. It was also, by far, the most terrifying. To call upon the god's power so directly was way more responsibility than any 3 or 4-year-old should ever have. Regardless, she bit her tongue. She couldn't help but try to accept her master's strange choices that she still wasn't able to understand. Void must have its reasons for doing what it did. If it had gifted this skill to the young girl, then there must be a reason for it. Even if it seemed insane to her.

The last person to introduce his skill was Felix. Before, she had a good idea of what it was, even if it was not too impressive. He stood forward and announced. "I'm Felix. My skill is Voice of the Void. Right now, I can send messages to everyone in my group. It started off with just being one at a time, but now I can kinda broadcast them to all of us."

It was maybe a less immediately powerful skill than the others, but in many ways, it was more useful. Especially for larger engagements, if they ever had them. She certainly hoped they wouldn’t. But knowing the state of the world beyond these walls, she figured they wouldn't be able to accept Void. If that happened, Felix would make an excellent commander in the coming years. He could have control of an entire battlefield.

Hopefully, it would be when he was older. Much older.

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Harold and Amy made their way slowly out of the tunnel leading up from Shattermouth. It was a fascinating city, and Harold wished that he had been able to enjoy it more. The infrastructure was carved into the side of slot canyons created by flash flooding. The ancient city had existed for as long as history could recall, yet always held the same people. Supposedly.

The mystery there was almost as intense as the one behind his old castle, if a bit more obscured. The generations of life had slowly expanded the old hallows and had worn away much of the relics. Still, the invisible wards preventing a fall into the chasms below had never failed. But that wasn't the only secret that Shattermouth hid.

Deep in one of its forgotten chambers, one of humanity's oldest foes still slept.

Neither of them spoke as they passed the guards on their way to their next destination. They should have been celebrating. At least, Harold should have been, as the Lieutenant they were looking for seemed undisturbed. But something was wrong.

They hadn't caught anyone following them or watching them. But the area around the wards guarding the Lieutenant was disturbed, and he hadn't been able to get in contact with its protector. It wasn’t entirely necessary to get in contact with the local Jailer, of course. Still, it made Harold uneasy. There were still many reasons why the protector may have been absent though.

It wasn't the end of the world. Technically, just verifying that the Lieutenant was undisturbed and that its ancient protections were still active was enough. Next, they'd move on to the Lieutenant that Harold was most worried about. He could only hope that this one was as undisturbed as the first.