Chapter 502: The Dark Struggles of Wrath

Chapter 502: The Dark Struggles of Wrath

In his relatively short nineteen year life span, Alex Roth had seen a lot of darkness: both literal and metaphorical.

There was the dark of Alric during a winter night, when no flame burned to break the darkness. There was the pitch black within passagewaysin the Cave of the Traveller, only broken by his forceball light. There had been those dark spaces in the Raveners dungeons: unlit, leaving their mortal enemies blind.

But none compared to the dark now surrounding him and his group of companions.

Tenebramas darkness was so deeplike the bottom of the deepest well that it seemed to drink the light of his memories, casting light images in dim shadow. The mass darksight magicchannelled by way of his aeld staff and cast through the spellthat hed placed on the group was already doing its work, turning what would have been an impenetrable blackness into a strange colourless world in which they could at least see.

But even that magic had its limits.

Normally, the power of mass darksight empowered the eye to see through pitch black up to one hundred and twenty feet, but it would provide no colour, leaving the world in shades of greys.

And beyond that range? All would be shrouded with an absence of light.

But here, in this dark plane, it was more severe. The supernatural gloom was so thick that even the dark-dispelling magic struggled to pierce it, reducing visibility to merely sixty feet.

Alex shifted uncomfortably, his staff in hand, emotion drifting from it in waves. Fear. Trepidation. Anger.

Discomfort; two new crystalline blooms had formed in its branches after hed infused it with mass darksight and invisibility, but the blooms shed no light. Invisibility magic sheathed the staff, the one who wielded it, and their companions.

As suchto Alexs eyesit seemed as though he was alone in the dark. He felt for the rope tied to his waist: a comforting tether. He and his companions were bound together by the thick rope: under invisibility and travelling in silence, it would have been a simple matter to get lost in the pitch black otherwise.

Still, the rope extending from his waist disappeared from sight a little more than a foot beyond his body, everyone tied to him was no longer visible.

It was lonely.

It was terrifying.

And he could feel rising anger pushing against his thoughts.

Youre among friends, he whispered. Youre among people who support you. Youre calm. Youre not actually angry.

His mind settled as the affirmations grounded him, and he took a deep breath.

He felt the rope grow taut.

It was time to move.

Up ahead near the front of his invisible group of teammates, the enormous Grimloch drifted forward under flight magic, cutting through the air as silently as he cut through the sea. His eyesused to the lightless ocean depthscould pierce the dark without the aid of Alexs magic, seeing farther as well.

His senses were well suited to dark realms: better than any of the other members of the party andwith Baelins directions in mindit was the sharkman that they would rely on to guide their way.

You are charged with destroying an ancient relic within Tenebrama which has the dubious name of the Fountain of Infinite Shadow, the chancellor had informed them. It channels the darkness of the realm into an obscuring illusion that hides its masters greatest treasures. Your task is to free those treasures, which means: your mission will be to destroy this relic. It might be a simpler mission than your last, but only if you remain undiscovered.

He had handed them a vague map and a list of landmarks. The fountain is powered by a constant blood sacrifice fuelled by the deaths of countless demon and mortal slaves. The odour of fresh blood can be smelledhalfway across the plane.

And that had been no exaggeration.

In the dark, the rusty tang oflife blood filled the air, biting Alexs nostrils. Some of their groupexcluding himself, Theresa, Hart, Thundar and Grimlochwore Orbs of Air: without visibility, having use of their other senses was important in tracking their present location.

Grimloch-his intense sense of smell for blood was sharper than any sharkscould lead them through the dark, featureless, plane like a wolf to wounded prey.

And boy is it featureless, Alex thought.

There was only flat earth and black sand for as far as they could seewhich in this case, was about sixty feet. No stones lay in their path. No wind caressed the air. All was silent, except for the sounds of monsters.

All around, he heard the sweep of wings in the air, the sound of beasts clashing with roars of rage, and the clamour of terrible violence. Their sounds were harsh and tumultuous, grating on Alexs nerves in a way he knew was unnatural.

Again, the realm plagued his mind.

The air was frigid andcombined with the darkmade it seem like he was trapped alone in a chamber of shadow that held no colour. He could understand how one could go mad here, trapped in the cold, forced into silence because of hundreds of demons.

His mind whirled. His staff raged, eager for him to use its magic and strike at the demon. The creature had seen him, it had seen through his invisino wait.

It wasnt looking at him.

It was looking through him.

On eggshells, the young wizard floated around the pazuzite; its eyes did not follow, remaining on the bloody fight between its kin. Alex sighed mentally, relief washed over him as he followed the ropes pull. He kept an eye on the brawling demons, cursing silently as he watched them disappear into the darkness behind.

It had been a long while since hed felt so helpless, and he didnt like the feeling.

Keep calm, he thought. Keep calm. Your feelings dont matter. Think of the mission. Think about what youre learning. The rope was a good idea, but you need to try and find other ways to communicate with the others when you cant talk or see each other. Thats something to work on. Thats it! Problem-solving.Thats how you keep your mind occupied. You can problem-solve, just like you did before you came down here. It allowed you to come up with the little present you made for these demons.

His hand fondly touched the satchel by his side as he thought about the last projects hed tackled before coming down to Tenebrama. Hed worked on a couple of special ones right after the housewarming party.

The first was the armour hed promised Khalik, now finished and being worn by the earth mage, unseen under the guise of invisibility. The second project, though?

It was a critical onecrafted for the sole purpose of devastating the demons relic without revealing their presenceand completed with material provided by the Heroes when theyd arrived that morning.

Thats right, you problem-solved for this, he remembered the hours hed spent using the Mark to master aspects of the clockwork-craft needed for the device. Lets just hope all goes well.

He clenched his jaw, eyes looking down at the spell-mark on his hand. Youre not going to have a protective mark and a portal waiting for you when you come down to the hells again looking for the Travellers information. You might even be on your own; so keep the lessons youre learning right now in mind.

As he continued to drift forward, his mind slowly let go of anger, working on the communication problem instead. There had to be some spell out there that allowed thought-to-thought communicationand if there wasnt

What else could he do?

There were those communication devices that Professor Jules used. If he could get his hands on some of thosethen perhaps

No wait, wed still have the same problem: wed still have to speak into them, he thought. Maybe

He flinched.

A tall spire of black rock loomed ahead.

It was the first landmark.

They were getting closer.

He pushed thoughts of communication aside.

It was time to concentrate.

What felt like hours had passed, thoughin this placeit might have only been minutes. Floating through the endless dark, the group had passed thousands of demons, approaching a deepening odour of fresh blood.

Grimloch had guided them unerringly, slipping everyone past the landmarks Baelin had described. Alex was even more impressed with the sharkmans skills.

At last, the rope went slack andfor the first time since theyd entered TenebramaGrimloch spoke.

Theres no demons close to us. Were about three hundred feet away. Alex, you can get it ready.

Gladly, the young wizard whispered, digging into his satchel.

Tenebrama might have been dark, but it wouldnt be that way for long.

Alex was holding a strange device, a hexagonal shape made of well-oiled springs and clockwork. From it, he could feel the thrum of chaos essence and another bit of magical material.

In his hands, he held the worlds first chaos-dungeon core explosive device.

Or, as Theresa had called it:

A Chaos Bomb.