Chapter 79: Imbuing

Chapter 79: Imbuing

James awoke at the crack of dawn, his alarm beeping mildly by the side of the hotel bed. It felt weird to wake up; hed grown used to burning Aeviternum over the past couple of weeks to keep going at all hours.

A luxury they could no longer afford.

For a moment he just lay there, arm resting over his brow, not looking at the empty half of the bed. His thoughts then strayed to Esme. Where was her body? Where were all the bodies going, for that matter? Were morgues still a thing? No, probably mass graves at this point. Barges laden with the dead. Potters field. Big trenches, hundreds of corpses toppled in. Were they even wrapping them in shrouds?

Probably not.

James felt his gut twist at the thought of Esme and Luca rolling stiffly amongst a hundred other dead into the dark, to be buried in corpses, their faces pressed into the dirt forevermore.

With a grunt he sat up, rubbed at his face, stood, and entered the bathroom. He took a scalding hot shower, mostly to wash away the dark emotions, and then stood for a while, brow against the tiles, staring straight down as twin drops of water fell off his out of focus nose to merge into one just before hitting the ground.

He toweled off and got dressed. It was just past six A.M. The Sola Anima lay on the desk by the large windows. It gleamed softly like a pearl espied through several feet of water. James checked his sheet. Aeviternum should be replenishing any minute now.

So he sat and stared at the construct. Allowed his thoughts to wonder. The Monitor in Jessicas form, then Jessica herself and offer to reveal her secrets. Belanger, Old Crow. The rune amulets. The Second Wave hitting today.

Every few moments he checked his sheet, and when the numbers finally reset he sat forward. Hesitated, hand over the Anima, then placed his palm on the hemisphere of black glass and willed an Aeviternum into the construct.

He felt a rushing roar as great power flooded through him, the might of the Aeviternum like channeling a flash flood through a slot canyon. Words appeared in his vision:

Imbuing Sola Anima

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Sola Anima imbued at Gloria Immanence 1

James drew back his hand. A speck of crimson light had appeared in the center of the black hemisphere, and this grew rapidly into a small sun, a bright, searing yellow surrounded by a corona of crimson.

But more; each hairline seams that ran down the length of the Anima became edged in gold, a gold that James intuited corresponded to his own Gloria, and then the seams split, the ivory hull becoming white enameled plate armor over black interior mechanisms.

The Anima floated into the air. James sat back. The portion above the black hemisphere parted, and a white head emerged from within it, gold filagree spiraling elegantly across its miniature yet handsome visage, black vertebrae holding it firmly in place. It was a mannequin of sorts, or a small robotic being. Its legs were long, slender, its four arms tapering down its length in the form of wickedly sharp black blades.

A foot-high flying robot, elegant, delicate in appearance, with a burning sun for a heart within its chest sphere and a blank, stylized mask that looked vaguely masculine in appearance.

The Anima rotated to face him, and then the masks eyelids flicked up to reveal twin burning sparks of gold.

James felt the Anima regard him, imprint upon him, connect in some fundamental way to his very being.

Hello, said the Anima, its voice cultured, refined, its tone somewhere between bemused and mildly surprised. I am pleased to make your acquaintance, James Kelly.

Ah managed James. The Anima hovered with perfect poise above the table, and James was uncomfortably aware of the four-foot-long blade-arms that were draped down its length.

I am your Sola Anima and see that I have been imbued with Gloria. Most excellent. That will allow me to operate at maximum potential.

Hi, croaked James, then tried to get his shit together. What what are you, exactly?

I am your Sola Anima. It paused, and its ivory face quirked to one side in a manner much like a birds. I sense your confusion. You seek to understand my quiddity and function. My purpose is to safeguard you from harm and increase your chances of survival for as long as possible.

Youre speaking in my head.

Correct.

Can you speak out loud?

Its small mouth moved. I can.

OK. And, ah, what can you do? Thatll help me, ah, survive?

I have a number of distinct capabilities. For one, I can act as a remote viewing focus for you. Simply cast your mind into myself, and you should be able to see what I see.

James licked his lower lip. All right. How do I do that?

I dont know. You just do.

So James did. He envisioned seeing through the Animas eyes, being inside it, and suddenly he was; he gazed upon himself, seated in the armchair, just as if he were gazing into a mirror. He was gazing out of the Animas black hemisphere, he realized, not its eyes.

James blinked and snapped back into himself. Holy shit.

A curious expression.

What else can you do?

I need never sleep, so I will act as an ever-alert guardian. I am capable of attacking with my blades, like so.

Without warning the Animas arms burst into motion, spinning so rapidly that they blurred, turning the construct into a hovering blender whose body shimmered within the rotating blade-arms that moved around it faster than James could track, each blamed limned with the gray fire of Smite.

He jerked back in the chair, and the Anima ceased to spin its arms, reverting with unnerving speed to its hovering stillness.

I can also release a beam of concentrated Aeviternum as a last resort, though that will result in my being depowered.

But I can charge you back up with another Aeviternum?

Assuredly. I am capable of holding more than one point, though I consume a point for every week I am active.

So I could load you up with unused Aeviternum each night, which you could use as a weapon?

That is correct.

James shifted in his chair. All right, thats pretty great.

You can also communicate with me via your thoughts.

James paused. Hello?

Hello, James.

Third Miracle: None

Aura: Iron

Aura Strength: 8

Aeviternum Points: 4

Strength: 15 (25)

Stamina: 10 (22)

Speed: 8 (18)

Agility: 5 (15)

Power: 10 (22)

Arete: 90

Unspent Points: 0

James stared at the numbers. Hed gained sixty points across all his stats, with a consequent jump of Aura Strength rising from 6 to 8. That was the equivalent of 12 levels worth of points.

Holy shit, he croaked.

Another reference to this dubious substance.

My Iron Auras gone up to 8.

Indeed. Very nice.

And James rose to his feet, moving slowly as if he feared hed break something by accident. His whole body felt turgid with newfound power. Strength 25. He reached down, seized the desk over which the Anima floated, and raised it smoothly.

Not that it was a hugely heavy desk, but before hed have had to watch his back, get his legs involved, grunt a bunch as he raised it unsteadily.

Now? It just floated right up.

The Anima floated aside. Does that desk offend?

No. I just like randomly lifting things sometimes.

Stamina of 20. He could swing his fire-axe now all day long. Agility 15. Nothing compared to Serenitys, but

He stepped over to an ornamental bowl of fake fruit on the sideboard and plucked three wooden apples from the pile. Frowned, hesitated, then tossed one, then the other, then the third into the air, his hands moving with silky confidence as he wove a juggling pattern with the fruits.

Something hed never have been able to do before. Now his hands moved of their own accord, as if hed practiced this his whole life.

Very impressive, said the Anima dubiously.

And Power 22? What would that do to the strength of his Smite and Sacred Strike? James realized he was grinning. He snatched the fruit out of the air, set them back in the bowl, and turned to the Anima. My friend, youre the best thing thats happened to me yet. Fantastic.

I am a considerable blessing, agreed the Anima. And I am glad you appreciate me. I shall be sure to remind you of this sentiment often.

Do so. James clenched his hand into a fist. His sense of wellbeing filled him, made him want to dance, to just hit the gym and lift really heavy pieces of metal. But weve got to give you a name. I cant just call you Sola Anima all the time.

Hmm, true. A name. I like James Kelly.

Sorry bud, that ones already taken.

You are the only James Kelly in existence?

Well, no, but itd be confusing if we both had the same name.

You would forget and think yourself me?

No. James took a breath. Say someone called out James. How would we know who they were talking to?

They would be talking to you. Why would they talk to me?

Just lets come up with another name for you.

Hmm, irrational. But very well. Kames Jelly?

No.

Then I shall think on it.

James snorted. Fine. Let me know when you find one you like.

Very well. Do you have any other questions for me?

If you dont remember anything about yourself, this system, the demons, the Pits, or where you come from, then no. Unless you forgot to tell me about anything else you can do?

Negative.

Then I think we should start the day. Weve a Second Wave of Nemesis 3s to handle, and its not going to be easy.

Easier, however, now that we have each other.

Thats right bud. James smiled at the floating construct. Things just got a lot better. Its good to have you aboard.

Good to be here. The Anima clicked its sword-arms together. Shall we get to work?

Lets do it.