Chapter 284: Journey to the Lost City (Two)

Chapter 284: Journey to the Lost City (Two)

The Overseers body split not at his waist, but rather vertically, down the very center of his body.

Vir stared in stunned disbelief as the wreckage of the kothis body tumbled to the ground. He continued staring a long moment after, as did all whod gathered around.

Fearing this exact situation, Vir had reduced the prana in his katar. Rather, he feared the oppositethat his attack would be trivially brushed away. Hed expected the Overseer to at least block his well-telegraphed strike. Hed wanted to get the Overseer to back off, not to kill him.

Yes, there wouldve been consequences. Hed likely have to feign pain as the Overseer buzzed his collar and made an example of him. Balagras life was more important than any of that.

Now, though?

Now What?

It was a hacking cough that broke Vir out of his reverie.

H-Hes come to! Malik said. Hed been squatting beside the downed naga ever since hed applied the tourniquet, applying pressure on Balagras stump to further reduce the blood flow. You better not turn back to your naga form, he muttered.

Why? Vir asked, joining Malik in applying pressure. What happens if he does?

Nothing good.

Balagra looked up dazedly at Vir, trying to form words. Only a wheeze escaped his lips, however.

Dont talk. Can you heal yourself? Vir asked, applying pressure on his wound with both hands. Balagra grunted, but it significantly lessened the bleeding. Even so, Balagra had lost too much blood.

By now, the other Chitran guards had encircled the group, their talwars and spears pointed inward. Though, whether out of caution or fear, they did not attack.

The naga nodded almost imperceptibly, raising a weakened hand. Unsure of what else to do, Vir took Balagras hand in his own, but the demon shook it off. He brought his hand to the collar.ReAd latest chapters at n0v(e)lbin.co/m Only

The collars restricting his prana. If I can break it

Vir hesitated. Ever since theyd clapped one around his neck, hed been studying the collars in great detail. Unlike human Artifact collars, they didnt consume prana from the environment. Rather, they stored prana within them, releasing them when commanded. Vir was almost certain an overload into its storage mechanism would cripple the device. He just didnt know if it would harm Balagra as well. After all, injecting prana into his enemies had proven an incredibly deadly attack in the past.

Then again, if he did nothing, Balagra would die.

Halt! a guard barked, just as Vir rested his hand on the collar. Break it up. All of you!

Vir ignored him, attempting to concentrate on the task at hand, but when Malik squeezed Virs shoulder, he begrudgingly stole a glance behind him.

In the Chitrans hand was a tablet.

Stay back! the guard said. While he didnt quite stutter, his fluster was obvious. He waved the tablet in front of him, as if it were an orb capable of warding off the demons who slowly encircled him.

And why would we do that? a gruff voice said from the crowd.

Fool! This is the control tablet for your collars. Do as I say! Ill use it! S-stop!

The guards voice grew increasingly more desperate as the demonic noose tightened.

In desperation, Balagra clutched Virs arm. His wheezing had grown suddenly worse, and Vir knew he didnt have much longer to live.

Its now or never, Vir thought, silencing the ruckus brewing around him.

Vir gripped the collar, pushing the tiniest trickle of prana he could into its inscription. Under other circumstances, hed never dare attempt something this dangerous. Now?He simply uttered a prayer to Badrak for good luck.

Nothing happened, so Vir upped the prana. Then, to his horror, he saw the inscription light up. It wasnt his prana, however. It was a combination of every other affinity.

Theyve activated the collars.

Vir immediately surged prana into the collar, gripping the metal with as much force as he could muster.

Crack!

Balagras body jolted in pain. His body seized once, then went limp as the collar surrounding his neck crumbled into pieces.

Malik, who had been diligently pressing against Balagras wound, screamed out in pain. He fell to the ground, clutching his head, writhing.

Similar screams erupted from all around Vir, though he spared them only the briefest glance.

Vir searched Balagras prana signature for any trace of Ash prana. He couldnt find any, though that didnt mean

Balagra heaved, his eyes flying wide open. His silver Panav tattoo glowed, and the blood ceased pouring from the demons body within moments.



Kill them? Malik completed. No. We stripped them of their weapons and armor and placed the spare collars they were carrying around their necks. Symbolic, mind you, since the tablet was destroyed, but we have them under heavy guard. Im hoping Balagra can concoct something when he awakens to put them under. With their Chakras and bloodline arts, they could wreak a lot of havoc before we brought them down. Best to keep them unconscious.

Sounds like a good plan, Vir agreed. He couldnt understand how demonic jails worked when everyone was this powerful.

I have to tell you, Neel. That moment? When we snapped those collars on our captors? I havent felt that good in a long while. I only wish you were conscious to see it.

Vir gave Malik a pained smile. He didnt hate the Kothis. Not truly. He hated Asuman, yes, and Raja Matiman, as well as anyone actively suppressing the Gargans. But Vir wasnt nave enough to believe that every kothi was evil. It was akin to claiming that all humansor all demonswere nothing but monsters. How was that any different from Tia? Hadnt he argued exactly that point to get her to see reason?

No, Vir had lived through too much to pretend that the world was black and white. There was no such thing. No convenient good or evil. Only shades of ash Which only made it so much harder to reconcile the turmoil raging within his chest.

Take me to them, he said.



The bound kothis looked up at Vir with a mixture of spite and fear. Gagged as they were, none uttered a word. The fifty-odd angry demons who thronged around them mightve also had something to do with it.

Relax, Vir said. I wont harm you. And I wont let the others either.

The prisoners expressions shifted. Some to confusion, others to relief.

Not while Im in control. And I am in control, am I not, Malik?

The gray demon nodded. Some prisoners ran off on their own. Those were the dumb ones. The smarter among us understand your power, Neel. The smarter of us understand that our chances of surviving go up drastically with er

With what?

Well, with you. Whawhoever you are, Malik hastily corrected. Hed been about to say whatever.

I see, Vir replied. Fear and rumormongering werent Virs preferred tools for gaining obedience, but given the circumstances, it was about the best he couldve hoped for.

Well, you heard him, Vir said. Im the leader now. So, can I expect you to behave?



The guards, as it turned out, did behave. Even without the implicit threat of getting collared. That was better than Vir had hoped for.

What was not what hed hoped for, however, were the incessant questions and looks of fear, respect, and hope on his charges faces. And to Virs chagrin, on a select fewanger. Betrayal. Hatred.

Those may be a problem, eventually

Not all the demons were Gargan, though most did hail from his clan. Even so, Vir wasnt ready to reveal who he was. They were thankful to the one whod rescued them, yes. Thankful enough to ignore that his existence had caused their lifetime of suffering? Likely not.

No, Virs Akh Nara reveal would have to come later. Once he could trust his troops with his life. Both implicitly and explicitly.

He could, however, divulge his other secret identity. Layers upon layers had their uses, after all. The Endless hours of effort cultivating his identity were spent precisely for moments like these. And it was all about to come to fruition.

Long have we been oppressed. Downtrodden and trampled. But hear me now! The rebellion is coming, Vir said, impersonating the best smug grin he could musterwhich was to say, masterful. Be sure youre on the right side when it happens.

He could almost hear the kothis gulp. The stronger among them looked away in shame, while the weaker, less experienced guards nervously exchanged glanced with one another.

They wont be a problem, Vir thought as he walked away. Justwish I could say the same for the others.



Alright, look, Vir announced, his voice amplified by the same tablet the Overseer used. Balagra had charged it, and if hed had any reservations about why hed been asked to charge it, he kept them to himself. Having his life saved had had a profound impact on the nagas attitude to Vir.

I wont claim to have all the answers. Who am I? Gargan rebellion. Yes, I said it. No, Im not afraid. Yes, Id be a grakking chal to think we could rebel and flee right now. Where would we go? To the Ash? Wed die. Across the border? Wed be fugitives. And I doubt any of you harbor delusions that wed be let back into Chitran-controlled territory.

So what should we do? someone asked.

For starters, we head to a secure location. By those mountains, Vir said, pointing to the jagged peaks that were bisected by the Ash Boundary.

The prisoners shuffled anxiously, and some uttered prayers, though not one spoke up against him.

I know its dangerous, Vir said. But its the best shot we have. The mountains will protect us from Ash Beasts. The Kothis arent expecting us back for a week or more. Well use that time, though not in the way they intended. Well train. Ill train you. Youve all seen what I can do. When were done, youll wield those weapons of yours as well as you move your own arms. I cant say youll win one-on-one against Ash Beasts, but three-on-one? Doable.

Excited whispers sounded through the crowd. They were hesitant, but onboard. Vir could work with that.

For those of you lacking weapons well, I plan to raid Praya Parul. On my own. And Ill bring back better gear than you could ever have dreamed of.

What about after? someone asked. What do we do then?

Then we return to Garrison Atnu. Well be wearing our collars, but well no longer be slaves. No longer prisoners. Well be rebels. And when the time comes, we will destroy them.

A cheer unlike Vir had ever expected burst forth, deafening the ears of all those present.

And, to Vir, Malik, and Balagras immense satisfaction, more than one Chitran guard pissed their pants.

Vir looked over his future troops with feigned pride. If only it works out that way