Chapter 21-7 Sword and Plague (I)

Chapter 21-7 Sword and Plague (I)

+It was a miracle+



+The palm! Did you see it?+

+We should have died. My aero hit that building at over 200 miles an hour+



+He pulled the flechettes out of me. They were just gone.+

+He stopped the flames from burning my children. He stopped it. He put it out. His palm fell and the flames died.+

+Fuck, consangs, Im never talking shit about Naeko again. I dont care if hes a corner-dwelling bitchass slow-twitch point-blank-range-team-killing-objective-ignoring motherfucker, when a half-strand bitchslaps the Nether back into shape, you heel dog, heel.+

+Operative Loken? Loken? Fuck. His vitals are gone.+

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+--Turned our flechettes back on us. Like we were shooting into outselves.+



OPERATION FAILED

GOLEM-SESYPLEPHES STATUS: [DESTROYED]

UNABLE TO DELIVER PAYLOAD DUE TO CHIEF PALADIN NAEKO

WITHDRAW ALL SURVIVING REGULARS IN THE SOVEREIGNTY

+Misery-2 is not responding. Misery-4 is not responding. Misery-8 confirmed nulled. Trauma inversion. Yes, maam. They were in the radius of Naekos palm. His miracles were in full effect.+

+So, this is what it means to be Sphere 8 To tell the world no, and substitute it with a world bound to your Soul. Looks like I still have leagues to climb+

+--Everyone in Southsex is dead. Everyone. His palm it hit everything.+



+Everyone go dark. Incogs active. Go dark. Go dark. Go dark.+

{EGI Only Way To Be Sure here: please carry this missive directly to the Chief Paladin. Tell him I enjoy the Buddha re-enactment. No, I wont be explaining that, but I would like to challenge him to a soft war in the void. I got some bombs I want to test, and the rest of the wusses said I cant use it on Idheim.}

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21-7

Sword and Plague (I)

My kin are surfacing again. I feel them moving; time upon time, as rivers upon rivers.

Such was all Akunsande needed to say.

If there was a single characteristic that determined the Hungers, it was naked terror. The type befitting a creature, forever knowing itself to be prey. While it pretended to be a god, it lived as a worm, hiding beneath the waters, not even brave enough to embody the life of a carp.

Its Low Masters were little more than attendants; nannies for a gaggle of children unworthy of true power.

Zein had scorned them from the first day.

Jaus had always been too lenient with them, trying so desperately to include them in his plans, draw them into the fold. He yearned to consider them people, but they were a collective consumed by selfish desire, hungering for control, yet too impotent to see their world materialized without the strength of others serving in their stead.

What worth is a god that could not face the consequences of a rebuke?

What god could not endure a parry, a counter-attack, a retaliation in response?

What god refused to face the world and dreamed only of creating a cradle in which to hide? A realm where its delusions and yearnings were always right, and their every whim attended to?

No god.

No god at all.

Her Heaven manifested: the Fisher that Wasn't dipped into the flowing streams of the paths. Spreading her focus, she listened to the currents of futures forthcoming and felt the displacements shearing branches from the paths.

Quiet though the Hungers wished to be, their weight could not be denied. When you were the sea itself, every movement was seismic, every ripple grew to become a rising tide.

She had evaded whatever attack they attempted, launching her echoes across time to avoid the disruption. As she returned, she expected to find them on the offensive, attempting another ill-fated uprising perhapswith even less success than the first.

Instead, it occupied specific corners of the paths, their divergent resonance singing from specific bodies. The paths shivered as entire passages tumbled into each other thunderously, as entire potential possibilities crumbled away, splashing into one.

The past was an ever-dissolving ruin, and the future was a broken construct, its paths a labyrinth leading onward, specific metaphysical rails and trajectories pre-built using Heavens of Probability and Possibility to ensure the fruition of certain events and desired outcomes.

Shattered fate, if one desired to comprehend it in such a manner.

Things were not meant to be this way. The paths were supposed to be locked into place with the arrival of the Ladder, and the Arks of every grand culture were to flow upward into existence, meeting one another at the mouth of a unified destiny.

Such had not been the case.

Jaus was undone; Veylis desired another outcome, and in the name of protecting her father from a mistake, she did the unthinkable and broke something unmendable.

Even now, fragments of memory remained missing within Zein. Multiple things happened within the Ladder that day, the roads that emerged from the vanishing ladder separated into paths of nine, and the architecture of the coming future lay irrevocably broken.

And now, they all lived in the ruins that remained.

Chains from chains. Corpses upon corpses. Histories upon histories.

Casting glimpses into the future beyond, information filled Zeins mind after a few seconds delay. The streams of time flowed around her as she extracted copies from her present self and flung them into the future. Every time she did so, she moved, cognizant that though her daughter seemed dormant, it was wise to never stay in one place, or linger too long at one point in time.

As her echoes skipped along pathways of futures adrift, she scried at a few characters of interest.

The leaders of the Guilds seemed to be shrugging over their disarray, moving to defensive footing in the aftermath of the unexpected calamity. The few she had cut were ignorant to what was happening, more lost than she about present circumstances.

More worryingly was Naekohis ontological presence flaring in existence like a spire of awakening flame.

There lies her answer for why her daughter had been so quiet.

Muted pride embraced with gnawing annoyance. Her wayward disciple had chosen a strange time to rouse himself from his stupor. This too was unexpected. This too she would have to discover.

But only ever at a distance.

Distracted though he was, it would not do to draw his attention, for more than serving as a deterrent against Veylis, he bore a Heaven that would break hers: the denial of violence, the usurpation of force, the rebuttal to her philosophy entire.

Across time, a soft laugh slipped from an old woman, brushing stray ears as if a hallucination.

Naeko. Ever defiant. But no longer so rageful.

+Ask her if I cant win. Take answers from her if I do.+

The EGI let out a noise that was pure suffering. {Our fates lie in the hands of two psychotic children. Wonderful.}

And it was.

His Breath of the Withered had eaten through more of the block than his nukes did in the scant seconds they were active. He kept his suppression far and wide as felt her recede.

Already, things were going far better than before.

Back in the Tiers, when he encountered her within the Trident, he was surprised as well but failed to achieve anything.

Instead, she killed him time and time again. Easily. Casually. Even slashing through him while he was a bolt of lightning.

Now, he was more than surviving. He was fighting. Forcing her to consider her options, and there were few drugs that could match the euphoria naked growth could provide

A force swept clean through the entire floor, swallowing him and his withering gale. The few Zeins that were still enchained burst apart into slithering threads.

Avo found himself fallingtumbling down into Zeins garden.

Ah. This again.

A day ago, he wouldnt have any counter against this.

Now, he launched a new splinter from Duradels sheathe, flinging it back over into the megablock as a Specter and burying it into a new body he was growing from a fissure of blood.

REND CAPACITY [WOUNDMOTHER] - 78%

REND CAPACITY [FARDRIFTER] - 81%

REND CAPACITY [TECHPLAGUER] - 63%

+Who+ That was all he heard her say; he converted Duradels biomass into fissile material and detonated him.

Back three floors below where he was, tendrils of blood stitched a copy of his base sheath into existence.

But he didnt stop there.

Across every level of the megablock, he began fabricating new bodiesand directing splinters into them. He couldnt occupy any more than three with proper focus, but that wasnt the point.

If Zein thought she had quantitative supremacy, then she was mistaken.

Lightning reached out from the megablock and struck a collection of structures, fusing new spawn points into place. His Sanguinity began to expand from twelve new bodiesthen one hundred and forty-four. His splinters were fragmenting just as fast, burying themselves all across the district.

{Youre more the virus than ever before,} Calvino said, actually sounding perturbed for once.

Back in the enclave, Avo grinned and turned to his cadre. I found Zein.

Heads snapped to him. Dentons eyes actually widened.

What?

She found me. Technically. Stabbed my other sheath first.

Chambers looked off to the side. Draus licked her inner cheek, staring at him as if she knew what he was about to propose.

Back in Meddhamet, Avo directed his hundred and forty-four bodies in concert, his cognitive capacity dipping from ninety-eight percent as directed his two subminds to focus on piloting one sheath each. The rest could be as if limbs grafted to a spine or tertiary lobbies, ready-made vessels to mantle a governing focus should the first be destroyed.

And destruction was exactly what followed.

Bodies forged by time hunted their blood-grown prey across the district. Where Avo was so followed Zein.

No longer did she strike at him as lightly. Casually painting strokes befitting a flat or lesser Clad. No. Disruptions cleaved forth. As did gouges in time, phenomena from the past bleeding into the present.

Though Avo could root himself across countless bodies, he could only operate three at maximum focus. The rest needed to be directed. No such limitation constrained Zein. All her echoes fought with fluid precision, her glaive now a length of shimmering vivianiteits edge painful for his mind to behold.

A second was all it took for Zein to reap her toll. Avo tasted a hundred and one deaths in that time. A hundred and one blows took him before he could even react.

Still his lightning jumped. Still more bodies grew. Still his splinters spread.

In hallways, across the skies, between the alleys, within tunnels, inside passing trash barges, two armies fought, both spawned from singular egos, both asymmetric in the extreme, one cutting across time, the other a plague of thought and matter.

And Avo directed the cacophony of violence directly into the minds of his cadre, his splinters broadcasting a vicarity of mass death never before experienced.

Holy fuck, Chambers murmured. Surprisingly, Tavers looked just as overwhelmed.

Kae looked like she was getting nauseous. Dice, somehow sensing this, patted her along the back. Denton furrowed her brow as a few of Sunrises drones landed on her shoulder.

Draus was the only one to anticipate what Avo wanted. What she wanted as well. She grinned at him, her expression not so different from Zeins.

She waited for him to ask anyway, another hundred of his bodies coming apart before Thousandhands mastery.

Want in on this fight? Avo asked, already knowing the answer.

Skins of Virtuality prevented all his bodies from dying instantly, but Zein was beginning to attack him technologically as well, firing bursts of radiation into him that made the Techplaguer moan.

And not painfully.

{Oh, shit,} Calvino cursed uncharacteristically. {I forgot we gave her that.}

The Avos died as fast as they spawned, and Zeins echoes unraveled as they were lost. The former bore the brunt of the losses, and though he spread fast, he was still slowed by his Rendby his Heavens and cyclers. No matter the sheath, he still only had one Soul; one Liminal Frame.

Soon, he would run his limit, and then she would dislodge him from the district.

Unless outside forces intervened.

Fuck do you think the answer to that is? Draus said, chuckling softly to herself. Hells yeah. Hells yeah, I want in. Hells yeah I want a piece of Thousandhand. Fuckin hated the sow since I first laid eyes on her.

Emboldened by her words, Chambers approached. He only had one question for Avo. Rash?

Avo nodded without hesistation as a squad of twelve Zeins parried bolts of lightning and dissolved trauma-mimicking splinters before they could approach.

He flared his Fortress of Luminosity for the first time, prolonging the death of that subself as he waited for the rest to agree.

I suppose it will be good practice? Kae said, trying to sound upbeat.

I am still upset and want to violently mutilate someone. Like I used to do to the dogs. Dices words made Kae flinch.

Avo looked to Tavers but she waved him off. Yeah. This seems like a you all die repeatedly sort of activity. Bad for squires.

He grunted. Alright then.

I wish to join. All heads turned to stare at Denton now, surprise filling the room. The glaive cracked her neck and took off her coat, revealing the armored vest beneath. Its been a rough time. And Thousandhands a bit of a bitch. She smiled wryly. Cas is going to be so angry he missed this.

Alright, Chambers pumped his fist. Another Godclads on the old lady gang-bang bus.

Kae closed her eyes in disgust. And promptly tore all the moisture from his body.