Chapter 14-6 Flavors

Chapter 14-6 Flavors

We do not live just one life, Veylis. There are also lives unlived. Paths untread. Blows unstruck.

Possibility is like a phantom existence. A parallel place that could have been, but wasnt. But could have been holds its own power should one seize time by the throat.

All of a sudden, the blow you failed to strike, the words you didnt say, the moments you didnt capture are all granted back to you.

All it takes is a step sideways.

But understand that possibility is not totality. Some things remain nigh-impossible still. Like a child combusting into a star, or your father finally remembering to close his eyes after I behead the ninth-thousandth person in front of him.

That man Sometimes, I swear he forgets who he wed. I have to remind him.

Remember this, Veylis. Understand the stretch of what can be, and you will see more than the falling blows of your enemy before they land. You will the shape of the world in its actions and reactions. And you will learn there is a deeper pattern to humanity than you ever notice.

Now pick up that spear, and let us do this again. There is a world in which you win this spar yet. Let us both work to discover it.

-Zein Thousandhand to Veylis Avandaer

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Aggravation.

If there was a single word that could be used to summarize what it was like to fight Zein Thousandhand, it was aggravation.

Five times he ascended back from death to claim her mind.

Five times she tested his mettle and blew out the candle of his consciousness.

The duels between them were shifting and frenetic. After his second return, his subminds generated a countermeasure and exploited the shadows in the room to dive away from her mind-nulling disruption.

She complimented him on temporarily evading his vulnerability by skipping across time to descend into his darkness before beheading him with her glaive.

Again, he didnt know how she was striking him. All he knew was that when she sought flesh, her blade found it.

Still, there was new freedom in being able to shed his flattering vessel using his consciousness in search of a new body to anchor his ego. With Zein an impossible target, he once again targeted the just-resurrected Andraga, shredding through her memories to mantle himself upon her sheathe anew.

Just in time for Zein to spawn again and vanquish his thoughts in a burst of Nether-shaking ghosts.

His next two attempts involved growing hundreds of loci across the room using his blood and jumping through them like a circuit. He discovered that as long as he was connected to something that served as a catalyst of one of his domains in the real, he could channel his Heavens.

For those final two engagements, he survived a few seconds longer, but alas, when Zein realized what he was doing she swung her blade out once, and all his haemokinetic constructs came apart in sync.

Whatever confusion consumed her early on in their fight faded now to curiosity mixed with bemusement. She was studying him now. Testing his limits and reactivity, shifting from place to place across the span of chronology to see how far away she could go before he noticed or casting a trauma forward across time into his thoughstuff, her mind squealing with pitched interest as she watched her own ghosts burn in his replicating flames.

By the end, Andraga had found herself demoted from an unwilling participant to something between a bystander and an audience member for a series of performative murders. Despite her Heavens, implants, and skills, she was the non-factor between a self-vectored thoughtform and a time-striding heroine that thrived in the slaughterhouse that was Idheims history.

Even as Zein cut Avo from life time and time again, the Scaarthian flinched each time she felt his perception drift over her, wilting back despite her desire to aid Thousandhand.

As he returned to life for a sixth time, his subminds loaded into place with an ever-expanding forest of options to deploy against Zein. With each death, his approach deepened in sophistication and complexity. He was going to culture more blood-loci again, but the ones in the real would be a smoke screenthe main railways protecting his consciousness would be planted in the darkness.

There was a risk to using both Heavens so heavily at once, but so long as he ensured his Rend was emptied as soon as

Enough, Zein said, standing across from him without her glaive as he fully rose back into existence. Ive enjoyed this little bout between us, and I see why my other instance was so charmed to face you. But I have given you all the time I can spare, and so the pleasure must come to an end.

As the light above them flickered, Avo caught sight of the bone-white ceramic plating that shelled his skull from harm. Unlatched each of the armored petals, he studied his fibrous visage as he sneered. And its over. Just because you said so.

Thousandhand cocked her head at him. Well, I could ensure you are greeted with a final death if that is the end you seek. Or I could just leave. Or expose you to the people in the building. You very much overestimate your control of the situation, my young dagger.

He glowered still, his subminds debating whether to amplify his bestial aggression or adapt his mind toward a more diplomatic model now that they could pursue other benefits using rhetorical means.

A ripple of hate-infused thoughtstuff caught his attention. A low whisper snaked beneath the skin reality around him. Turning his attention to Andraga, he found the Scaarthian glaring at him from the corner, her fists clenched while the augs along her throat crackled.

Avo grinned. Finally brave now? Know what, Ill let you kill my body. Ill take that memory and layer it over myself when I brand your mind with my own. As a taunt, she shifted her minds template over his own and simulated her near-term memories. Suddenly, he remembered that she was here to pull her son from an Incubi cell before the dive for his team was to go wrong.

He created an effigy of the child over the blazing halo crowning his skull, and he watched with glee as her face twisted in violation and outrage.

Sometimes, there were few indulgences more enjoyable than hurting someone while being a ghoul.

[Reducing thrill.]

Avo felt his excitement dip instance and frowned. +Why?+

[Not focusing on Zein. Tunnel vision on something you can hurt. Draus mentioned this weakness. We should fix it.]

He wanted to get angry at himself for reducing his amusement, but right was right, and now he had the power to change it.

He needed to stay focused on Zein.

Andraga took a half-reluctant step forward just as he broke eye contact with her. Sound bundled in a tumbling wave around her, and spat an ear-ringing curse in his direction. You motherfu

No, Zein said, spinning on her companion. Do not provoke our dear ghoul. I enjoy fighting him. I will fight him through five more resurrections if you give me the opportunity, but your window will be missed, and your son will be dead. Is that what you wish?

The Scaarthian Godclad stopped and clenched her jaw. She fought herself, torn between two actions, one stupid and primal, the other tortured but sensible.

Avo saw a more impotent cousin of his beast behind her eyes.

Everyone waged quiet wars inside themselves, it seemed.

Zein pressed her. Approach him, and he torches your mind anew and becomes suzerain to your soul again. There is no possibility or path in which you overcome him. Not as he is now. And not as you are now. I am the only one sparing you from an undignified fate.

Zein accepted his criticism with good grace. True, but this need not be true forever. For whatever future may come, we yet wish to become family again. As such, we are reluctant to alter such an end.

Do your cells know about this? Avo asked. That you intend to protect your daughter. Even with what she did to Jaus? Her father?

A dangerous glint flashed behind her eyes. Something inside Avo screamed for him to get away, to run and hide and never return. Coldness flooded through some of his ghosts, and he arrested the instinctive portions of his mind that sought to unman his fortitude while preparing for a new attack.

No blows came. No sword. No Thoughtwave Disruption.

What did she do to Jaus? Zein asked.

Killed him.

She pressed her lips together and shook her head. Death is nothing. You provoke me with noise instead of sense. I will forgive you this time. Do you know why Ninth Column exists? Zein asked.

Because the Guilds deviated from Jaus' dream? Avo said. Broke the future?

No. That is past. That is lost. Ninth Column exists because I will them too. Because I support their operations against the impossible power of the Guilds, and offer the infrastructure to allow them a comfortable existence within the organs of their enemies. No other personGodclad or notcan give what I give, do what I do. And so, the voiders support me in their desperate hope that I can restore my love and cure the calamity building between powers. And because I struck an accord to ensure my reality would accommodate some of their wants.

So. You make deals?

I bridge what remains of his ruined dream, Zein said. Through me, he might yet be restored, but also through me, the world can still be preserved.

Preserved, Avo said. This is about the Arks. Youre trying to keep the Guilds in equilibrium because the Arks have something you need?

She didnt speak, but her terse smile hinted at his accuracy. It takes more than just a Heaven to structure the Ladder. The Arks were decent enough prototypes, but they serve as reasonable pillars as well. But I have said enough. My time with you is finished. We should have never met.

Leaving? Avo said. So so

She waved.

And between blinks, he found himself standing in an empty grey room beside Zein. His DeepNav placed him near the edge of the Undercroft in the Teirs, and he was over a thousand miles away from where he started. You can return to the Warrens from here if you wish. A silent war is brewing between Ori-Thaum, the Sang, Highflame, and Stormtere, so you have an opening.

Tossing me out of your run? Avo asked.

Yes. Exactly.

He couldnt help but chuff a laugh. The old woman could be direct when she wanted to.

You are changing things, Avo. Changing yourself rapidly as well. Her words trailed off as she considered what next to say. She reached up and patted him upon his cheek in a faux-motherly manner. He responded by brushing her hand off with an Echohead and hissing at her, earning the old woman series of chuckles. Ever did he feel like a nu-kitten hissing at a demon. Dont be disheartened about dying. Victory is victory, defeat is defeat. But advancement is also advancement, and growth is growth. The totality of all the facts matter.

A beat passed. Avo just stared at her. Cant tell if youre encouraging me or mocking me.

Both, I suppose. We all deserve some respect for our efforts. We all deserve ridicule for our failings. The responses we offer need not be one thing alone. If you would heed my words now, I have a final suggestion to grant you.

He grunted. It was tempting to try and make a final go at her, but subminds estimated a 99.99% chance of immediate nulling if he tried without proper setups in place.

You should learn to live life, she said, finally. Dont just wander. Dont just explore. Dont just hunt and stalk and glory in power. Understand fully. Epitomize virtue and shed weakness. Broaden your palate. Live the lives of others. Live the lives of those you will kill or spare. You have seized for yourself a gifta power of deeper understanding than anyone in this world can fathom. Use it. Become everything and everyone. As your father said: Seek the colors.

Avo blinked. He hadnt expected this. Why?

Why? She asked. What do you mean?

Why are you telling me this? I would have burned away your mind. I would have changed you to agree with me. To become like me.

She patted him again, though this gesture with imbued with far more pity. You have the potential to be a new power. There is a facet, of his dream in what you are.

Jaus?

Yes. A comingling of minds. A union of thoughts. Perfect symmetrical empathy to deepen our bonds. You are far more exploitative than this ideal but there is potential. And if a monster can learn to express the heights of humanity and goodness

You want me to be another path for the city? Avo asked. Another better ending to reality?

Beginning, Zein said. What kind of existence would you like to behold, Avo? What is your dream?

He didnt have an immediate answer. Zein didn't wait for him to respond before she vanished again.

Alone, he found himself standing in an empty room far from where he started. Thoughts sped through his head. He wondered why Zeinor this version of herwanted Andraga, and how they were going to hide what happened with Benhata.

Perhaps the Concave would just disappear. Vanish into mystery. That would inflict morale damage too.

But more importantly, he had what he came for, though it came far more freely given than he expected.

Deactivating his Incog, he turned to regard the countless sea of sparkling accretions beyond the featureless walls of the room he was in.

There was a vibrancy to the Tiers that the Warrens lacked. A kinetic essence. A liveliness.

The Tiers.

He recalled once thinking this place was home to him, of having an apartment and owning fish. Even now, he could still remember his district and address.

Now why would that be if his memories were fake?

And when had his father ever left him a herring that led nowhere?

With Ori-Thaums mem-data claimed and Abrel still in Voidwatchs custody, he decided to embark on one final expedition of the day.

This one was to be personal.

This one led him on the path back home.

It was time to learn what nostalgia tasted like.