Chapter 276: Ashfire Providence

Chapter 276: Ashfire Providence

Vir stumbled into the clearing, screaming through his mouth gag. His wrists were bound together, making it difficult to run. His feet caught on a vine, and he fell over, his face scraping against a root.

He desperately regained his footing and ran headlong into a barrel-chested brute of a demon.

Vir looked up at the tall red demon and paled.

Well, well, the demon said, cracking a toothy grin. More than a handful were missing. What do we have here?

Vir took in the Ashva, pulling not canvas-topped wagons, but cages. Cages filled with demons of all kinds. His panic-stricken expression devolved into pure horror.

Here. Let me help you with that. The demon reached out and yanked off Virs gag.

No. No, please! Vir begged, stumbling away from the demon. But with his hands tied, there was little he could do.

The demon smashed his stomach, sending him doubling over and writhing in agony on the ground.

Looks like weve got a runner! he shouted to the others, who encircled Vir. Hed curled up into a fetal position, his eyes wrenched closed against the pain.

Whats the story with this one? someone asked.

Dunno. Just ran right out of the forest.

Think it was another group?

Nah, shouldnt be anyone else around here.

Oi! Whered ya come from? one of them asked, wrenching Vir up and onto his knees.

I-I didnt. I didnt mean to! Its not my fault! I swear! Vir said, pleading with them. Please, just let me go.

Several rough-looking demons surrounded him.

A runner, then, one of themwith an especially gruff voicekicked Virs stomach with his boot, sending Vir to the ground, crying in agony.

The demon grabbed Virs Calling badge. See? An Outcast. Mustve run from Samar Patag. Then was caught by the guards, like.

The ruffian put his boot on Virs head, driving his face into the soil. Grakkin chals what he is. Didnt learn yer lesson da first time, didja? Well, yer mine, now.

Aspect of the Final Sanctuary, someone said, rudely lifting Virs shirt.

Good. Hell fetch us some coin, then. Not a bad gift from the gods. Not bad at all.

Someone snapped a collar around Virs neck, and he felt it glow with prana. Only then did the demon remove his boot and turn away. Throw im in with the others, Vir heard the demon say.

Vir grinned, his face still plastered against the dirt.

Well, that was easy enough

Vir was rudely shoved into a cage housing with a half-dozen other demons. But before he could even grow frustrated at his treatment, his eyes landed on a creature he hadnt expected to see. A creature hed once fought in the Ashen Realm, on the Mahakurmas back long ago.

What? the creature hissed, its forked tongue flicking out as it talked. Got a problem, kid?

No. My apologies, Vir replied calmly, with a tone that lacked even a trace of the fear and anxiety hed shown his captors.

It wasnt a humanoid bipedal who spoke those words, but a naga. A red-skinned half-demon, half-serpent creature that formed the majority of clan Panavs population.

Contrary to their bestial looks, most Panav tended to specialize in healing magic, and most of their bloodline tattoos skewed that direction.

Vir scanned his fellow prisoners, finding them all to be able-bodied males, who, like him, wore similar metal collars. Vir noted that they were both smaller and more basic in design than the Artifact collar Cirayus wore in the Human Realm. After analyzing them with Prana Vision, he concluded they were far less advanced as well. Likely not an Artifact, but rather a creation of demonkind.

Surprisingly, not all demons wore the collars. Prana Vision gave him a clue, and the tattoos confirmed itonly the small minority of demons who lacked a tattoo went without.

The situation was the same in the other wagons he could see. Collared prisoners and dead looks. Given their destination, it made sense.

Finding no place to sit, Vir stood in a corner, squashed between a four-armed red demon and the naga. The nagas tail took up a quarter of the cage on his own.

So? the naga gruffed. What brought your sorry soul here? You looked like you were running from something.

The last, surprisingly, was the naga beside him.

Vir looked up at the warriorfor it was clear by his movements that he was capablewho looked away.

To have fallen so far so fast, the naga said, gnashing his teeth. His tail thumped upon the too-small cage, eliciting shouts of irritation from the others.

I know the feeling, Vir murmured.

That familys future is over. Not through any fault of their own. But because they happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. A twist of Fate a slightly late morning, or perhaps a different route taken, and theyd never have encountered us. Now

Vir understoodhed sometimes wondered about such things. Chance encounters seemed so fragile. Meetings that changed lives, that forged lifelong friendships, or wrought unspeakable tragedies all hinged on a particular series of events going exactly right. Or exactly wrong. Any one differenceany tiny nudge in any direction, and the whole sequence would be broken.

It was something even Maiya had never thought about. Vir wondered what twist of Fate allowed him to find someone whod mused about the same thoughts, here, of all places. In a slavers caravan, bound for certain death.

Itll be alright, Vir whispered, soft enough so only the naga could hear. A short, sudden pulse of Ash prana erupted from his palm, lancing off into the grasslands. Trust me.

The naga scoffed. His eyes remained trained on the encounter.

The father was on his knees, pleading with the slavers, though Vir couldnt make out what the man was saying.

Hes pleading for their lives, the naga said. Hes a good man.

Ah, right. Nagas have enhanced senses. Cirayus had mentioned this to Vir in the Ash, but Vir hadnt considered just how enhanced it was. The exchange was taking place several hundred paces away. Not even the boons granted to Vir from his incredible prana density allowed him to overhear their words.

The slavers surrounding the family finally acted. One rushed up to the man, pressing a talwar against his neck, while another three surrounded his children.

His son, as expected, was roughly pulled from his mother and sisters, who all cried out in panic.

Theyll kill the women. Theyre of no use to the slavers, the naga said softly.

Plop. Plop. Plop.

Blood dripped from the serpent warriors clenched fist.

The guards closed in on the women, tightening the noose.

The naga whispered a prayer.

Vera answered.

The slaversboth those who had surrounded the women and the ones holding the fathers life hostagefell to their knees. Dead.

Their heads rolled on the ground, eliciting screams from the terrified women.

The father looked around dazedly, as did the slavers. None could understand what had just happened, but it was the father who reacted first. Grabbing his wifes hand, he barked an order, breaking his children out of their trance.

They sprinted to their Ashva.

The slavers moved to pursue but their leader called them back.

Even from this distance, Vir could see the abject terror etched on his face. His eyes were wide, and he stood as still as a statue. Looking off into the distance, as if transfixed by the afterimage of a ghost.

The father and his family mounted their beast and rode off.

None dared follow.

Looks like Vera answered your prayers today, Vir said.

The naga turned, staring at him with eyes wide in fear.

It wasnt Vera I prayed to, but Yuma. That their passing be without pain.

Vir smiled awkwardly. I suppose theres some justice yet left in this world, then.

The nagas eyes narrowed, appraising Vir. So it seems, friend. So it seems. I am called Balagra, of the Panav.

Neel, Vir replied, clasping the demons arm. Pleasure to meet you.

Then the naga did something Vir couldnt have possibly expected. He transformed.