LVIII.

LVIII.

Jons Hamlet was a dull village, its few dozen inhabitants all seeming to go through life with no aspirations or enjoyment of the life they had. It was just like Ciana recalled.

What she despised most was that, after all this time, nothing had changed. As if to really underline this, the hanging tree had a fresh new corpse hanging from one of its thick branches. Even in such a place, with such blatant misery, the people still had time to be hateful creatures that hurt and killed any who they deemed easy prey or as something foreign to disturb their meagre peace.

What a dreadful place, Jakob commented, his eyes travelling over the village centre, many of its people openly staring at him and his retinue, either from doorways or out of windows.

She was glad he shared her sentiment.

Ready to begin? he asked her.

She nodded, steely determination taking hold of her. Then she brought the mask up to her face and said:

Belamouranthyne, my eyes are thine and all they see belongs to thee.

Just like every time before, power flowed from the mask and into her face, stinging her as though a thousand hair-thin needles pierced her flesh and spread a bone-aching cold throughout her body, making her muscle tense painfully. But then it faded and she was left with just the overwhelming sense of power that occupied her eyes.

I have been awaiting you, Ciana Half-spawn. What souls have you come to gift me with today?

A proper feast is what I have gathered, she told the Enthralling Daemon, then strode towards the nearest house and kicked the door down, immediately locking eyes with the first man she saw.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

Gift me your face, she told him. With a passing gesture, she annihilated the other unfitting occupants with her destructive vibrations.

While the Elphin moved through every house in the village, harvesting the skinned faces they needed, Jakob and Heskel, alongside the two bone constructs Wothram and Mayhew, got to work clearing space for the enormous ritual they needed to invoke Nharlla.

A tense ache in Jakobs lungs was the only indicator of the tremendous excitement and apprehension he felt. It was an anxious mix of many different conflicting feelings. On one hand, he felt that he was nearing the most important moment in his life, but on the other hand, he worried that the moment he invoked Nharlla, the veil of reality would burst apart and doom every denizen of their world, cutting his own life short in the process. It was, however, his belief that he would be spared somehow. Though the Great Ones were unknowable in their millennia-spanning schemes, he doubted the Watcher would have brought him to this point, only for it to end.

After the ground had been properly prepared, he sat on the edge of their cart, his yet-to-be-named horse construct trotting around somewhat aimlessly. Unlike Wothram and Mayhew, the mount did not seem to enjoy remaining still while having no task to perform. It surprised Jakob, because it had started out as functionally-identical in spirit to Wothram, but its different form and utility had already shaped its Birthed Sentience towards something very different.

Heskel came over, lifting the skinned face of Harland up before Jakob.

What?

How acquire?

Do we need their blood? she continued.

With a single glance over the assembled faceless crowd of men, he replied, I admire your forethought, but beyond their skinned faces, we require nothing more of them.

Ciana turned on her adoring followers, who all revelled in her gaze, as though their eyes meeting being the only things they required in the world.

Leave your faces here, then run to Svalberg and dive into the black lake within its Academy grounds.

In an orderly line, the faceless men left their offerings at her feet, all of them smiling and pleased to do her bidding. Then they started running in a straight line southwest, as though knowing the shortest route to the place, despite many of them clearly never having travelled beyond the village in their lifetimes.

As she watched them run off, she said, Belamouranthyne, return my eyes to me for thy offering has been duly given.

You have gifted me with a delicious feast, Ciana Half-spawn. I hope you will call upon me again soon.

Jakob came up behind her, while she was taking the mask off.

How many do you think will make it to the academy? It is more than four-hundred kilometres from here.

Want to take a bet?

From behind both of them, they heard Heskel grunt: Six.

They both turned to look at the Brute, but he had already gotten back to work. They shared a brief glance, Ciana finding laughter bubbling up from her stomach despite the grimness of the situation.

There were seventeen of them, Jakob started, Three were clearly on the brink of bleeding to death. Eight of them will no doubt succumb due to their old age. The remaining six might make it, given that they seemed hardy enough, but, accounting for trouble they might encounter on the way, Ill say three.

She did not need to consider it that long and then answer: I think eight will make it.

Jakob chuckled. We will have to make a stop by Svalberg and see who is right, once were done here.

Are we going to Helmsgarten?

He nodded. Armed with our gifts from Nharlla, I will finally face Grandfather, he told her confidently.