Chapter 267: Into the Frying Pan

Chapter 267: Into the Frying Pan

Copyettes rose from the ground one after the other. The more Dallion persisted with his music skills, the more the copyette cloned itself, each copy casting spells to the point that the nymph alone wasnt able to fully shield him. The only option was for Dallion to combine his other existing skills and avoid attacks while also singing and playing his lyre. If the situation wasnt so deadly serious, Dallion would have cracked a joke about being a better theatre performer than Gloria.

Tell Nox to claw the ground, Nil suggested. It wont be fast, but once he does enough damage the item will break, spitting you out of its realm.

There was sense in what the echo was saying. Even an item of this quality had a breaking point, and with Noxs claws, it was only a matter of time before it shattered. There was only one issuedestroying the realm also meant that the guardian in it would die as well.

No, Dallion thought. Theres another way.

This is no time to think about guardians! While admirable, taking this too far will only lead to

No means no, Nil!

The thought caused Dallion pain, as if vines were tightening around his heart. When he had agreed to accept the Moons boon, he had agreed to much more than he had bargained for. At present, killing a guardian wasnt only revolting, the mere consideration had a painful effect.

Several of the copyettes forms finished their spells in unison, launching a wave of liquid ice at Dallion. The attack forced the nymph to make three slashes before she could cause the wave to collapse. Dallion himself had to leap back, while still attempting to somehow affect the copyette. Each clone that the creature made had a different sync frequency and set of emotions, making targeting difficult. And even when Dallion was able to create a tune that had an effect, the clone would melt into slime, rendering the effort wasted.

Still, something didnt feel quite right. All that power, and the copyette was only using basic spells. Dallion had seen first what a member of the species was capable of, and this battle was tame in comparison. If he wanted, Aspan could have had an army of clones attacking him with magic, weapons, even music manipulation. At such numbers, Dallion would have easily become overwhelmed.

Why is he so passive? Dallion asked.

He isnt, Nil sighed. You only think he is.

Im not in the mood, Nil.

Thats clear. And not in the mood for victory, either. I told you, your only chance is to destroy the realm. Anything else wont do.

Nil

Focus on the splitting, the old echo relented. Try to see an instant in this realm. It doesnt matter when, just do it, but go for it with everything you have.

The notion made Dallion slightly curious, and since it wasnt going to distract him too much, he did what Nil asked.

Vend had explained that in extreme circumstances an awakened can create as many instances as was his mind level. By the same logic, focusing on the reality around him, Dallion could see just as many of anothers instances. Up till now, the copyette had used half a dozen of instances, switching between them and the clones.

Lets see what youre hiding, Dallion thought and concentrated.

A dull feeling appeared in his temples as if something was pressing against them. A wave of sudden pain swept through his entire body, like a whip. And then he saw the unthinkable. There werent only five instances in the realm there were hundreds of them engaged in bitter battles. Half were created by the copyette, while the rest were the doing of the nymph. Theoretical spells of different strength and nature flew about. Some destroyed instances of the nymph while others were easily avoided, and in turn followed by the slashing of their caster. Red rectangles filled the air, showing wounds and permanent effects and amidst all that was Dallion, located in a small bubble of emptiness, protected from all harm.

A new sensation emergedthe sensation of hopelessness when facing a force of nature one could do nothing against. Had he been alone the battle would already be over. Even now it wasnt certain he wouldnt lose. The nymph was a skilled warrior, but it was obvious she was no general. The copyettes actions were planned, specifically crafted to keep him a step forward, leaving her the option only to respond.

A second later, all the instances disappeared just as abruptly as they had appearedDallion had reached his limit, and if the splitting headache was any indication, he wasnt in any condition to try that again.

What is that?! Dallion wondered.

That is the real face of the battle. Thats why your only choice is to break the realm. Your music skills have improved, but they still are nothing but a distraction to help the harpsisword keep him at bay. Nox is the only solution.

Every logical thought told Dallion that the echo was right. Nothing short of leaving the realm would help him against the copyette. Breaking it seemed to be the only way. Or maybe there was another?

Nox, claw the ground! Dallion shouted as he dashed further away from the copyette. Several spells were cast in response, all of them blocked by the nymph.

Skills

- Tuning fork

- Shield

- Shatter strike

Weak spots: Shoulder blades

It had been a while since Dallion had faced a colossus. This one was true to its name, taking the shape of a ten-foot iron statue. Its features were bulkier than round, though Dallion knew not to underestimate an enemy. Any guardian at this level and material was bound to be strong.

I dont want to fight you, Dallion said, using as much music skill as he could. In fact, Ive come to surrender to you.

The guardian tilted his head. Black brows moved down in a frown, as the being tried to figure out what was going on.

I guess there arent many that come with that request, are there? Dallion asked, pushing the guardian even more to accept his proposal.

After a long pause, the guardian shook its head.

Does that mean you agree with me, or you wont let me surrender?

A massive clenched fist quickly answered that question.

You better be prepared, dear boy. Youll have a second to draw your weapon and shoot. If you take too long, the copyette will come to its senses and youll have a continuation of the fight in the kitchen, and we both know that you wouldnt have a chance there.

And you should work on the way you encourage people.

The massive iron statue took a few steps forward, looked at Dallion, then unceremoniously slammed its hand to crush him. In the final instants, Dallion considered using his guard skills to evade the blow, then follow the guard sequence to the point he could self-eject from the battle. That, however, would have been dishonest. He had promised hed come to surrender and fighting back would, in effect, be breaking that promise.

You have impressed the PAN Guardian with your behavior!

The Colossus has granted you a future boon.

A green rectangle emerged, a split second before Dallion was thrown back into the kitchen of the Gremlin Timepiece. Dallion was standing in the room, in the process of moving back, while Aspan had grabbed him with one hand, the other holding a panthe item in which the encounter had been.

Now was the time to act. Dallion had one shot at this. If he failed, this whole encounter would vanish from his mind.

Nox, flash! Dallion thought as he reached for the dartbow in his boot.

The kitchen was instantly flooded with bright cyan light. Confused by the return to reality and the flash, Aspan let go of Dallion, stumbling a step back. This proved all the time Dallion needed. Removing the boot in a second, he grabbed the dartbow and sent a bolt straight in the copyettes leg. There was a loud popping sound, as Aspans leg inflated like a balloon, then burst, causing the creature to collapse to the floor. Dallion didnt pause, quickly reloading the weapon and shooting a second bolt. The projectile was aimed at the copyettes chest, but Aspan moved his hand in front of him, shielding himself from a lethal blow. In the process, the copyettes arm burst offit wasnt going to be able to use the same tactic to save itself again.

Dallion reloaded the weapon again. Half gone, the copyette looked up at him, a distinct note of sadness in the glance. Neither asking nor expecting mercy, Aspan lay there, expecting the inevitable.

It was nice while it lasted, the cook said, forcing a faint smile.

Im sure it was, Dallion started squeezing the trigger. Before he could finish, an unexpected force pushed his arm up, causing the bolt to miss its target by a foot. Hannah had suddenly appeared in the kitchen, as if from nowhere, holding Dallions hand in a tight grip.

No, she said in a firm voice. I think its time we had a talk.