Chapter 21-15 The Glaive Unsheathed

Chapter 21-15 The Glaive Unsheathed

Akusande. Will cut in my stead, in exchange for your life?

...Yes.

Will you serve my will in death, as you would in life?

...Yes.Thê source of this content n/o/v/(el)bi((n))

Will you defy time itself to ensure my fall be undone, my return be swift, my vengeance be taken?

...Yes.

-Zein and the Dragon-Glaive “Akusande”

21-15

The Glaive Unsheathed

Time rebalanced, and Avo’s base ego snapped back in alignment with his subminds. As his cog-feed ceased its flickering, he studied the George Washingon’s central nexus with a projected Skimmer and stared.

As did his templates.

As did his cadre.

There, over Thousandhand’s unmoving corpse was Quail Tavers flicking the blood off her blade. A legend stood over a legend, and surreal though the moment might have been, mortal skill triumphed against divine power.

[Holy fucking shit!] A shrill squeal of pure excitement left Abrel as her adoration for Tavers turned manic. [Oh my gods, oh my gods, holy fuck! Quail Tavers just fucking snuffed fucking Zein Thousandhand oh my god!]

[Jaus. Fuck me,] Corner added.

A cheering section went up among the Incubi, surprisingly, and more than a few of the enforcers joined them.

[I know,] Glitch breathed, releasing an awed breath. [Zein’s the literal best.]

Kassamon and Kare peered on through Avo with open astonishment, not expecting the turn of events.

[Well. Drinks for that squire are on me,] Kassamon said. Kare nodded as backup.

Through everything, however, Avo felt as if he was missing part of the credit.

Had... help... a lot of...

A beat passed. No echoes emerged to cut anyone down. A metaphysical scab formed over Zein’s corpse. Second cycler. Of course. Tavers released a shaky breath and shot her severed armor a frown. “Thank Jaus I invested in that decoy loc–”

The only forewarning for what came next was a single-thread of gold unspooling from Zein’s fallen umbrella.

Time accelerated. The parasol shattered into parting threads, and then in its place was a glaive made of fractured oracle glass slicing up to cut the squire from below.

A haemokinetic claw materialized to stop the blow, but it was Dice that arrived first.

Sparks flashed as the jagged tip of Zein’s weapon recoiled from the waif’s alloyed sheath, a radiant rune protecting her from physical harm. The cracks within the blade deepened, and an uncontrollable pressure was hissing out from between the fissures, temporal sinews weaving the outline to a growing sinuous form.

+Run. Now. Vent as soon as you get a chance.+ The thought left Avo as a redundant command; his cadre was already in motion, Tavers abandoned her still usable Hellgun and her split Rendskin, the armor not worth her life. The air shifted. Faint ripples formed across time and manifested probing attacks, gunfire and eldritch phenomena spewing free from the transforming glaive.

An eruption of fire spawned a wall of bioforms to blunt the attacks. Chambers pulled Kae as the cadre began their retreat. Tavers dove first through an activated reflection, her Metamind flashing as she sent her drones a universal attack order. Metal and flesh joined the carnage while the others fled.

Draus was the last to leave, her focus lingering on Avo for another heartbeat.

+Go,+ he said. No sense in risking any of them. Their Rend Capacities were still high after their initial battle against Zein, but he was the only one capable of surviving without a material body. +Need to try ending this. Killing her. Get to the enclave. Remake your passages. Anything you can to burn our trail.+

And there was something else he needed to do. A promise he made to break Zein’s glaive somehow. To whom or why he gave this oath was irrelevant. It just had to be done. And now seemed the best opportunity he would get.

The Regular shot him a nod and clenched her fist. The unused passages cracked first, then dissolved, turning into scintillating powder as a rapidly swelling figure tore through the opposing drones and monsters. +See you soon, consang.+

Then she crossed over as well, plunging through her Liminal Paracosmos, accelerating toward a portal opening in the near horizon within a world made from shifting shards of reflective brilliance.

Chambers’ brief blast of flame had formed around three hundred humming wasp-sized monstrosities each half the size of a full-grown adult. They were mostly in pieces now, sticky green blood leaking from their broken carapaces vanishing behind the chomp of scales and slashing blades. The twenty-two drones in the Command Nexuses at the time were but smoking husks as well, most obliterated without ever contributing.

It took paltry effort on the part of his Woundmother to mend his mortally wounded sheath in the George Washington, but his Metamind was screaming at him, all three of his cyclers nearly filled with Rend. With a thought, Avo set his tripartite mind upon three different tasks.

A point of no return had been crossed with Zein’s slaying, with her open intent to enslave him once more. From this point on, his relationship with Ninth Column was adversarial, and his continued association with Aegis was questionable at best. But calamity also offered opportunity.

With Zein struck down, with his mind functionally restored and more liberated than ever, he directed the first of his subminds to flood his essential subverts before spreading his splinters wider across the city.

His second submind shifted over to the George Washington’s systems, where Calvino was interfacing with the SHEPHERD earlier. Back in the enclave, his sheath slumped as the breadth of his consciousness whistled out of the body, leaving but a sliver of ghosts rooted in place.

Finally, his base mind rose, mended of flesh and clear of purpose, pushing himself up using the steps of the dais, the throne of his once masters. Turning, he faced his new foe, the thing hiding within Zein’s glaive.

A dragon unleashed.

Finally, the question became too great to ignore. “Why?”

The dragon went still. The Sang’s face contorted with effort as she fought to slow the passage of time around Zein, to delay the Godslayer’s resurrection if she could. “There is a promise between us. But you cannot keep it yet. You cannot break me from my cage. You cannot break me from her will. But perhaps after. Perhaps not so long.”

Avo stared into the girl’s eyes and coughed. “Not the first time we talked.” He knew it wasn’t. Knew it from feeling. But he couldn’t remember when they last spoke–if they ever spoke.

“An unremembered dialogue has its purpose.” It twisted the pillar to provoke his action. A splinter shot free from his halo, drowning in an ocean of ghosts.

Too many for his splinters to erode in time.

This demanded a shift.

This demanded a return to fire.

A reconstruction of the voidship flashed into his cog-feed. Ship modules were diverted. Moved far and away from the command nexuses in anticipation of what was to come.

“The mind is right,” the Fardrifter chuffed, feeling the predatory essence in the shadowy cosmos outside the hull. “This is a poor plan. We swim within a cage that seeks to devour us.”

The Techplaguer chimed a retort. “Take heart, STEED! The administrator will FREE-FREE-FREE us.”

“And,” the Woundmother said, prepared to vent their Hell, “I suspect our erstwhile kin will not be doing much of the eating. Congratulations, however, are in order mule: I do believe you might be acquiring some new architectural improvements soon.”

Sending a final command into the ship’s systems, Avo watched as the dais sank, taking the throne and the locus with it. It too was now in motion, moving fast to join the other sections of the ship.

Maybe he wouldn’t be able to salvage any of the modules. Maybe the new engineering bay was to be lost after a single use. But at least he could set them free from the dark. Allow Voidwatch to extract the sections.

Briefly, glimpsed through his various splinters. Kare and Maru were already en route to Naeko, the latter trying to start a session. His various splinters were spread across the Oversecs, and he melted them into hidden Auto-Seances for eventual easy access. The others were embedded in high-traffic lobbies and loci managing critical infrastructure. He spent those as backdoors as well, forming multiple bridgeheads to further his infestation of the city.

Disjointed by time, his submind didn’t get the chance to hunt down and jack Syndis or gangers. That was fine. He’d do what he could in the moments he had left. But first, he had ghosts to burn and a final scheme to try.

+Will be back soon,+ Avo said, casting a final thought through his cadre’s splinters before gathering every shard connected to his consciousness back in his current sheath. He didn’t need anything else to burn. Just the pillar.

As he shifted from Delusion back to Ignorance, a fortress of fire speared up from his halo before pouring down into the pillar, searing it clean from within.

“Yes,”the dragon sang, voice rising in a joyous song. Its scales cracked and opened, and Avo caught a glimpse of Zein’s garden–that plane she drew him into when they first met. So. That was were everything hid. Inside the umbrella; the glaive; the dragon.

Sequences, ghosts, and memories that would have taken Avo hours to digest as steam came ablaze in an instant. Over twelve million ghosts were hiding with the pillar. Twelve million ghosts bearing centuries of information, carving epiphanies and understandings into his very mind.

Moments from before the Godsfall detonated within him like warheads, the blasts of understanding came in sync with the howling ascent of his refueled Conflagration. He knew. He remembered. He recalled. Memories that Zein had hidden even from herself poured into him, her self-obfuscation a deliberate action–to prevent her daughter from using their shared experiences and ever achieving a mem-lock.

And now, an entire archive was his. The truths behind the Idheim’s history–at least from Zein’s perspective–known to him. His perspective loomed, and a rising thrill battled a cold pit of dread forming in his stomach.

Oh, how great the glory at the end. And oh, how bad things were. Worse than he could have ever realized.

“You see?” the dragon said, releasing the pillar and shifting away from him. It was straightening now, head pointed down in an arcing loop while countless hands extended from its body, fingers spread wide in a mock embrace. “Do you understand the paths now? The shape of what is to come? What mother and daughter left broken in their past embrace.”

“Yes,” Avo breathed. Even with the Conflagration, it was too much. All too much. He needed time to process what he learned. To go through everything and let the details settle in. Already, his templates were overwhelmed, more than a few screaming from mem-data overload.

No other mind besides his–or an EGI’s–could have possibly managed an intake of information so great.

Ghosts - [13,877,899]

He called on his Woundmother’s Domains of Matter and Biology once more as it inched a single percent away from maximum capacity. Threads of blood stitched flesh and broken implants back into shape, the pillar unraveling with the caress of his Haemokinesis. Slamming back down on the ground, Avo took a step toward Zein’s body, her resurrection almost imminent.

But the dragon shifted into his path again. “No.”

He could try to make another attempt with his Boltstride, his Fardrifter. But he knew that to be in vain, that the dragon would just skip him across time again. Its actions were paradoxical. Contrary. It betrayed Zein’s confidence, yet protected her from him. The way it acted made him uncertain–unnerved.

“She won’t forgive you for this,” Avo said, gesturing at Thousandhand with a floating Echohead. “You let me–”

“You tore into my shape and stole your prize. Who is to say otherwise? Who will tell her? You?” The dragon chuckled. “She likes you. Veylis would like you. So I like you. And I am meant to serve in her stead. She is blinded by matters. But essential in this path. Look into the memories, and you will understand. You have your part in the final design. She has hers. As does my progenitor.”“Could take her Frame. Take her Heavens. Replace her."

“No!” Force exploded from the dragon. Avo magnetized himself to the hull. The beast was coiling around him now, coiling closer and closer, but the Sang’s eyes remained locked to his. “We have a bargain. You and I. I and her. She and her daughter. You have invaded the paths of your own will and power. But the rest of us are ordained. I can choose to spare you. But I cannot let you have her.”

Noble. Heroic. Reliable. Even commendable.

But unacceptable.

Avo let out a breath and prepared to disappoint his newest “consang.”

“I understand,” he said. “But you understand why I have to try.”

The dragon’s eyes widened. Chronological distortions flared from its every scale. But it was too late. It didn’t realize what he intended. Lacking Zein’s divine foresight and echoes, the dragon managed only a betrayed roar as Avo shed an entropic missile from his Frame.

His Woundmother’s Rend dropped instantly to zero as it struck the inner hull of the command nexus, and a firestorm of entropy dissolved eight percent of the ship in a heartbeat. The serpent of time shivered as gnawing darkness flooded in and Avo manifested his Fardrifter in full.

REND CAPACITY [FARDRIFTER] - 98%