Chapter 70: Melam Status (2)

Chapter 70: Melam Status (2)

Before anyone could respond, Gandash spoke again. Let me make something clear, he said. Im a commissioned officer in the Sin-Amuhhu Combined Armed Forces. And I have orders from High Archon Kingallu himself. Do you know what they say? Gandash reached into his robe and pulled out a leather tube. He popped the lid, pulled out a scroll, and unrolled it. Then he started reading. Under no circumstances are you to abandon the mission, unless the complete loss of the company is imminent. In the case of extreme developments such as, but not limited to, full-scale war between political factions on Jehannemid, an outright invasion of Abhorrent, natural disaster, et cetera, you will still carry out the mission to the best of your ability.

Gandash re-rolled the scroll and put it back in the tube. Were not professional soldiers. We dont have the military training the Unsighted do, and obviously we have no conditioning. But all of us graduated from the Sin-Amuhhu Institute of Military Magic, so we know how to follow our orders. And the orders are clear. We will not be going back to the plateau and definitely not the Gateway. At least, not until we see the mission through. Do you know what would happen if I issued orders to do that?

Gandash looked at Jad, who was still standing there with his hands in fists.

Jad didnt answer.

Id be executed. Because it would be treason. So back the fuck down. And by the way, if I hear any more talk from you about abandoning the mission, then in my capacity as a commissioned officer, Ill have you executed for treason. Got it?

Jads fists loosened.

Whats more, Gandash continued, the same goes for everybody else. You think I like what happened? Or that I wanted it to happen? Obviously not. But we have a job to do, and were going to do it. We have to get to Puabi as soon as humanly possible. Granted, the situation is bad. We have lots of open territory to cover. But once were behind the city walls, things will be different.

Now. Lieutenant Jad. How much melam do you have, and how many spells can you cast.

A long moment passed in which Xerxes wondered if Jad was going to keep pushing the issue. In the end, he said, Im at a bit less than half. I can cast Personal Deflection four times.

Unit Ten. Atra-Hasis.

The auburn-skinned mage was a Nasaru Seer. A bit higher than half. I can do two Personal Deflections.

Unit Eleven. Dasi.

With Enusat lost, Dasi was now the only Sinitu mage in the company. Im a bit above half. Either two Major Alterations or three Minor Alterations.

Unit Gandash hesitated very briefly, and was clearly about to say twelve. Except, Unit Twelve no longer existed, nor did the mage attached to it. Unit Thirteen. Tizqar.

Tizqar was a Hasasu Seer. Im almost full, he said. I can cast Base Empathics almost twenty times.

Then it hit him. Everything.

All of the loss from Mannemid that hed shoved way, way back into the farthest corners of his mind. Gem and Bel especially. Why did they have to die? He liked them! They were his friends! It wasnt fair.

Hed been glad to not think about those things all this time. Now they filled his mind.

Even with eyes closed, he could see the carnage left behind in the wake of the Abhorrent attack. He thought of the countless times hed been injured and left bleeding, even dying, only to be brought back by a spell.

Tears flowed down his temples as he lay on his back. He didnt even try to stop them. He took in a shaky breath, then let it out in a whimper that he did his best to keep quiet. He tried to breathe to stop the pain from building up in his chest. The pain built up anyway. The tears flowed. He began to weep, and when he knew he couldnt mask the sound, he buried his face in his pillow.

He curled his legs up and wrapped one arm around them.

Who gave a shit about being a combat mage? An officer. Who cared about going to Sin-Amuhhu or anywhere else? He wanted to see his mom and his sister and his dad. He wanted to be home.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and opened his eyes.

Katayoun was kneeling next to him.

He sat up.

It was dark in the tent, but there was enough ambient light for him to see that her eyes were red and her cheeks were puffy. Her hair was a mess.

Is something wrong? he whispered.

She shook her head. I just didnt want to be alone, she replied. She reached out and put her hand on his cheek. Are you okay?

He wanted to say that he was fine. That he was strong. He wanted to be a pillar to support her. But his insides were too ragged. I dont know.

He leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed him back.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om