Chapter 577: Paradox Remnant

Chapter 577: Paradox Remnant

Thank you for seeing me, my lady, Dallion said with a polite bow.

Now that he was a full hunter, and had a bit more experience of the wider world, he knew the importance of behaving properly. It was often that he felt like kicking himself, remembering how he had acted in the past.

Mage would do if you insist on using titles, Eleria Fall said. Neither she nor the room had changed even a fractionprobably the only things that hadnt. I appreciate the effort you took to let us know what you were here for. However, you still have the annoying habit of choosing the worst possible time.

Lately theres no such thing as the right time, mage, Dallion said in a firm but polite fashion. Youre probably aware of the wars taking place.

I am, even if they are irrelevant as far as Im concerned. It wont be the first time things have become tense. Not too long ago, all furies united in an attempt to destroy the imperial capital. The Academy was even called to assist, or so the story goes. In truth, the emperor did nothing more but request the air of a handful of mages, just enough to prove a point.

Is that true, Nil? Dallion asked within his realm.

Its a matter of interpretation, the echo replied. Some say it was half the tower, others say it was less. Shes correct about one thing, though. The Academy has been through many wars, not all of them within the Tamin Empire.

So, if thats all youve come to say, Ill have Lelandra take you somewhere where you can get some food and

There was a cultist attack on a settlement not far from here yesterday, Dallion interrupted. Most of the acolytes were slaughtered, and the settlement destroyed.

The mages expression remained unchanged. The complete lack of emotions emanating from her, suggested that she was prepared for this meeting.

I am aware of the results. Were you there when it happened?

Yes, mage. I was the target of the attack.

Upon hearing that, the womans lips curved into a faint smile.

I see you havent kicked that habit of yours to get in trouble. The Nerosal fiasco, the cloud citadel mishap, Archduke Linatols banquet, the killing of a mage The last was said in a firm tone, making it clear her opinions on the matter. There isnt a mage in the Academy who hasnt an opinion on the matter and none of them are favorable. Do I make myself clear?

Yes, mage. Im on thin ice and should be careful.

Good. What are you here for?

Information, same as before.

And what will you offer in return? Since this is to be a business transaction, it wont come for free.

What can I offer? A hunt? An artefact? Equivalent information?

Who are you working for?

Now it was Dallions turn to smile. That was a question that everyone asked sooner or later. However, it wasnt something everyone could afford to learn. Normally a hunters discretion was highly valued. Thankfully, the countess had told him that she didnt care whom she shared the information with.

That might be a bit too much. Dallion looked her straight in the eyes. Ill need a Moon vow.

Nothing discussed on the matter will be shared with anyone. I vow by the Purple Moon.

Nothing about the workings of the tower will be shared with anyone, Dallion said in turn. I vow by the Green Moon.

Green? Eleria nodded several times. Fancy. I didnt think there were more empaths.

I keep hearing that. Im working for Countess Priscord. The specific request is to find an aetherbird.

Youre really determined, arent you?

The woman stood up, then made her way to the far section of her library. Her fingers moved faster than Dallion could follow, drawing a pattern in the air. Once she was finished, one of the books changed appearance, turning into a wooden box.

There isnt much more I or anyone else can tell you about the creature. Eleria pulled out the box, then went to her desk.

Anticipation filled the air. Dallion tried asking the guardian of the box what it held inside, but the entity just snorted at him.

So young and so impatient, the woman said as she opened the box.

Upon seeing it, Dallion froze. The item held nothing less than a phoenix feather. There was no mistaking itthe exact same item that had been sold at the Linatol night auction. Up close, it looked far more impressive. Using his layer vision, Dallion could see that each feather barb was a thin sliver of magic. It was as if the feather was made of light turned solid.

Some would call it magnificent, the mage said. It cost me a massive fortune to acquire it, not to mention the vast number of favors it took me to get to a position just to buy it. Unlike most other items, phoenix feathers are unpredictable. Hunters dont set out to find them, they just happen onto one. Auctions rarely sell them and its always a last-minute event. Usually those who have them dont want to part with them.

I can see why.

You can touch it, if you like.

Dallion was about to thank her, when it suddenly hit him; he wasnt supposed to be able to touch it. If the aetherbird was made of magic similar to a firebird, his hand should go right through it. Even at the night auction, no one had actually done so in Dallions presence.

One of the paradoxes, the mage leaned back. While part of the creature, the feather cannot be touched. And yet, when its dropped, it becomes physical.

The feather gleamed in purple, as if aware that it was the topic of discussion.

Wont I consume it if I touch it? Dallion asked.

Youre already awakened, so no. Thats another paradox. The embodiment of magic has no effect on the trait itself. The only thing it guarantees is awakening for someone who isnt.

After a few moments of hesitation, Dallion reached out towards the feather, half expecting him to be slapped like a child reaching for cookies. No such thing happened. The sensation was quite anticlimactic. The feather felt just like any other feather left to warm up in the sun.

Hello? a voice said, causing Dallion to drop the feather and pull his hand back. His left hand moved onto the hilt of his Nox dagger as he fixed his glance on the mage again.

I see youve seen the final paradox, she said perfectly calm.

Unsure what to do, Dallion remained in the same pose for a few minutes, then cautiously relaxed.

The feather comes with its own guardiansomething only an empath or someone reading a lot of ancient records would find. To oversimplify things, the feather represents the awakening realm of the aetherbird, including its guardian. This isnt an echo, it isnt an instance, it isnt entirely a realm even. Its

An exception, Dallion finished the words for her. And you dont want anything in return for letting me go inside?

What made you think anything like that? The woman reached into one of the desk drawers, then placed a silver rind on the table. Ill be going with you. Needless to say that the realm isnt something that has been explored in the last few millennia. You see, it takes an empath to be allowed access inside.

And I happen to be one. That sounds quite convenient.

Dear boy, how many of the books you see do you think are books? One thing about being a mage that has reached my age is that you amass a lot of things you cannot use until the right key arrives. Right now, you happen to be one of those keys. Id say that the choice is yours, but I doubt youll get a better opportunity than this. Not with what most nobles and members of the Academy think of you.

The offer was obvious: access for information. It was nothing new, all part of doing business, even if it still felt ominously convenient. He knew for a fact that news of him being an empath had started to spread. As far as he was aware, only a handful of people knew, but where there were half a dozen, there was always room for one more, especially someone adept in finding loopholes.

With one swift action, Dallion grabbed the ring, then placed his hand on the feather.

REALM AWAKENING