Chapter 185: Deus Ex Machina

Chapter 185: Deus Ex Machina

Harold had a bad feeling. It was there when he woke up, and he couldn't shake it the entire day. His dour mood even affected the normally unflappable Amy, who had proven to be an amiable traveling companion so far. At least, after the first couple of days, when she had finally let the professionalism slip a little bit.

That it was her first real field assignment didn’t bother Harold. No, that wasn't unexpected. From her age and where she was stationed, he had expected that, and he didn't get to be an old hand without learning how to deal with green operatives. It wasn't until later in the day did the other shoe drop.

When they finally got past the local guards of the sealed Lieutenant, it didn't take long for Harold to figure out what was wrong. The wrought silver cage and protective wards appeared just as he expected. Amy even showed the proper amount of fright when the menacing figure was inside. But something was missing.

As the two of them inspected the protections, Amy finally got the courage to speak. "Do you know which one this was? I wasn't able to find any specifics in the dossier."

Harold shook his head. "No one really knows. We only know about half of them. The others don't have enough descriptions in myth to even begin to guess. The stories also get muddled, depending on location. For example, Kingdom histories indicate that Ish'mach was the one that razed Castle Arthur, but in this country it was Baile'gar."

Amy nodded, and Harold led them closer to the inner wards. After a few more feet, he held up a hand to halt her from moving any closer. She looked at him strangely, but knew better than to make any noise. Reaching into a pocket, Harold flung out a handful of magical substance and watched as it fell inert to the ground. Moving a little closer, he repeated the motion to no effect.

Eventually, it was too much for his junior partner.

"What is it?" She hissed.

With a frown, Harold whispered a response. "Something is missing. But I can't put my finger on it."

Harold swallowed. He didn’t want to do this, but he had to be certain. It was the only way to settle his nerves. Inhaling deeply, he stepped right up to the cage and laid a finger on it. This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.

For a second, he simply stood there, still as a statue. Then the blood drained from his face. He whirled to face Amy. "Run."

—-

A giant undead rat? The description rang a bell with me, but it took a full scan of my memory to understand where I had seen something similar before. Apparently, I hadn't tagged it properly when I first saw it.

If I was right, this was the same rat that the adventurers had killed so long ago. The one I had harbored in my dustbin. I had seen it briefly in the undead crypt. That, or something very similar. If that was the case, then this was my problem, and I would have to be the one to deal with it.

Cleanup efforts and recruitment were still going well. In fact, the army would be in excellent shape so long as there wasn't anymore interference than there already had been. So far, the entire province had been mostly converted. This time, he knew to leave the large population center alone and move on quickly to less well-defended areas to make sure that he didn't get bogged down in another long siege.

So after leaving a token force to keep them from sending reinforcements elsewhere, he had gone on to lead the recruitment exercises himself before the skeletons could disperse with their orders. Once they had a few more recruits, then they would truly be a force to reckon with.

As Roscoe reveled in his success, he suddenly froze. A menacing presence suddenly manifested behind him. On instinct, he instantly threw up a shield of dark energy that was shattered in one blow.

Turning around, he glanced about in alarm. But as his eyes lifted upward, he froze.

Above him, merely a dozen feet away, floated a sleek black disk. Twin jets of concentrated blue flame emitted from either side, keeping it aloft. Roscoe could feel the powerful wind of those jets blow back his fur, even from this distance. A set of small brush-like appendages led to a small opening in the disk’s bottom, flanked by a pair of wheels.

Roscoe recognized it. The other elites recognized it, too. Their god had come, and it had come for them.

As they watched, the flames extinguished. A warped mass of absolute darkness, darker than even his own magic, expanded from the disk’s top. The void appeared as a gaping hole in the sky, blotting out the sun and even sucking in the light at its edges. As they watched, the void expanded and shifted until they could see nothing else.

They all fell to their knees, giving their full attention to the divine being above. They bowed down, using their minds and bodies both to show their utter devotion. Even as their worship began, Roscoe could feel his energy leaving his body only to be accepted by his god. To be welcomed home.

—-

After the initial shock, the magic died down suddenly. It felt as though a tap had been shut off. The rat’s eyes settled on me and simply stared as I moved forward to consume it. One by one, the skeletons collapsed in defeat. Knees and foreheads pressed to the ground before me.

Unwilling to waste such a vulnerable position, I quickly darted forward. The skeletons zipped into my dustbin with a clatter of bone and metal. They didn’t even seem to resist. I consumed them all, putting them right beside the other skeletons and undead I had vanquished at Caleb. That was much simpler than I thought. The dark magic wasn’t even a big deal. Perhaps some of the normal humans would have had trouble with it, but I imagine even Beatrice could have handled this on her own.

From what I had seen, Arthur was likely on similar combat footing as her and would have been able to handle it. Surely, it wouldn't have been much of a problem with enough people. Perhaps they were just overestimating its abilities?

Anyways, I took off after that, flying up in the air to watch the battle. Without proper leadership, the undead horde had quickly lost their focused approach of hemming in their quarry and couldn’t coordinate the flanking maneuvers they had managed just moments before. Soon, the disparity in tactics allowed the group of humans to outstrip them to a slightly comfortable distance, at least enough for them to regroup and start forming a plan.

Seeing that there was no immediate need for my assistance, I decided to head back to the other army and let them know the situation. They would be here in a little over an hour. At least Arthur should know what was happening.