Chapter 403 – A worshipper of chaos

Chapter 403 – A worshipper of chaos

Undine had been hanging slightly behind the boat, looking at the wall of light in front of her. Thanks to the perk John had gotten after Christmas, she wasn’t tethered to his immediate surroundings, so she was able to take her time and muster herself before swimming through at her own pace. The wall was weird to her. Blind as she was, she shouldn’t have been able to experience it. She could feel the vibrations in the sea, hear the sounds emitted by the orcas that stayed away from the ephemeral leyline before her. She was aware of all of her surroundings.

But the leyline’s energy made no sound or vibration. Neither did it smell of anything. Yet, even without seeing it, she knew it was there. More than that, it was like a giant noise filter. There was no telling what was on the other side.

Carefully she swam into the edge of the light. While it drowned out all natural signals for senses she could have used for orientation with its presence, the one thing that stayed was the knowledge of her summoner’s position above. It was like swimming through a total vacuum, weightless and without anything to feel but herself, the only thing to follow a nearby star.

Even that must have been distorted, however, as Undine emerged slightly ahead of the cruise ship in the end. ‘What is going on?’ she thought as she concentrated on her surroundings. The water was still, in a way that was much more unnerving than the silence she had just left. It was like she had travelled from one plane of existence, teeming with life, into another one that was just dead.

Finally, she felt some minor movements. Five of them. Four very close to each other, the last almost diagonally opposed. There was a large area between those things that also moved.

A hand.

It was a giant hand, claw even, and it wasn’t moving so slowly now. It was moving fast. Too fast to dodge even as she attempted to move in the nick of time. Water streamed past her and numbed all her senses, made it impossible to get a clear picture. Something gargantuan moved, that was all she knew for sure. There were hands, many hands, or tails, with fins or horns or jaws or... all information was ripped away as she broke through the surface of the water.

She tried to keep herself together, but the air resistance ripped part of her away as she remained absolutely unclear as to what was going on. Something, some monster, was beneath them, she was afraid, she wasn’t supposed to be flying. Could Sylph catch her? Where was she even? Where was Undine? It hurt. It was cold. The air was cold. Colder than the ocean could have ever been to her. It all moved too fast. She couldn’t de-manifest, she was stuck in her material form. Why? She tried to put up some sort of shield at least.

An impact. Darkness.

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Ripped in shock out of their collective relaxation, everyone on the boat looked at the puddle of goo that had just hit the open deck of the boat. A red scar moved through an unmoving slime, quickly disintegrating. John only saw that through Sylph’s eyes, the tempest elemental had tried to move over as quickly as possible, use a gust or something to stop her sister’s fall. Too slow.

There was no time to think about that. “EVERYONE, GET READY!” John shouted at those surrounding him, letting the fury of whoever had dared to do that to Undine pump up his heartbeat. It played a subservient role to the caution, however; whatever Undine had felt at her last moments was down there, aggressive, and it was obviously strong, too strong to go at hot-headed.

An alarm soon started ringing on the ship. The people of the Abyss were more than trained in panic situations, so the evacuation would have actually gone down quite orderly. If they had the chance to.

Metra shouted something in an unknown language up to the higher dragon, and he stopped. He returned something in the same language, an act that stunned John. Nathalia had, for the whole time he had known her, always spoken draconic. Thanks to some global translation spell Romulus had put in place, that wasn’t a problem. Tilgun, as far as John could notice, also only spoke draconic. So why would he speak some ancient language right now. Better question, why was he bowing his head by the end of the conversation.

“You could have just told me that you have the Eternal Priestess of Tiamat under your command,” Tilgun finally said, dropping all hostile acts whatsoever together with all signs of arrogance. “A giver to the fallen mother of chaos is an ally to me. I do so apologize for damaging your possession.”

There was a big part inside John that wanted to scream at him to never refer to Undine as a possession, but the rest of him was just happy he could relax. Although this put some new questions into place about Metra.



‘Oh no,’ John thought as he saw the reward. The appearance of this guy really put a dent in a whole line of things. Including the hull of the ship. “Would you mind if we continue this conversation with you shrinking or something? You are slowing down the whole cruise.”

“I am not a god like my sister became,” Tilgun informed him, “I only possess this body and I have no knowledge about casting a shrinking spell. Although there is an easy solution.” He plucked a safety boat from the side of the cruise. An act John was halfway afraid would tempt the captain to finally give the order to fire and cause a rather messy break in diplomacy. However, captain Sealy proved to be a man-seal of good judgement. Either that or he had fainted. Whatever it was, nothing happened when the higher dragon placed that little boat on the deck. “Get in, we can have our talk without me needing to jump and crawl myself up this oversized swimming building.”

That was sadly the only solution on John’s mind as well. Save flying or freezing the water, unsustainable und unavailable respectively. “Aclysia, could you go inform the bridge what is happening?”

“At once,” Aclysia bowed, hooking her mind into his the second she had her back turned. She wasn’t going to have a repeat of the arena situation where she teleported later than she had to. Rave was ready to jump into the boat with him when Tilgun decisively blocked her.

“I only want to speak with this one and maybe her excellency,” the higher dragon reprimanded, right back in his arrogant tone. “You are...”

“Yo, ya not gonna go and abduct my boyfriend to have some talk, ya oversized lizard.” There was just something inherently wonderful about seeing someone who he loved doing something as stupid as talking back to a creature that could have just flicked her off the ship without even thinking about it.

“I would really prefer it if you would let her come with,” John weighed in. Tilgun, deciding this was not worth the hassle, allowed it after all. As two, they got into the boat. “You are not interested?” he asked Metra.

“Tilgun is boring,” she just answered. “Way too reasonable.”

“I am a bad follower of the chaotic principle,” Tilgun mused before grabbing the boat between two hands and climbing back down.

The last thing John noted was the knowing smile of Salamander.