Chapter 625: Explosion

Chapter 625: Explosion

The song was driving Carey nearer to madness.

When shed first found herself in this prison that her kidnappers were much too fond of calling her room, her thoughts had been jumbled, her mind too full of questions to notice much of anything but them. Now, she couldnt shut the grating song out. It was all she could think about; that, and getting out of there. Even rain pounding on the village rooftops beneath the darkening clouds of an evening skycouldnt drown it out.

It was an endless hymn to Uldar, repeating, constantly drifting through the walls.

Sometimes the voices changed.

Sometimes the words changed.

But the song itself never did, droning on and on in a loop, seemingly designed to drive her to madness.

To her, it felt like these priests were giving her a preview of her funeral dirge.

The young woman was pacing the roomher cell, in facttrying to find a way out.

I am such a fool, she criticised herself. Spending all my time at school in prayer, alchemy, and my other studies, while Alex and his friends were off challenging monsters from all over the planes.

She muttered under her breath. I could use some of their resourcefulness ever so much right now. By the Traveller, how did damsels escape their prisons in the old tales?

As far as she could remember, most didnt.

They normally waited for some charming and beautiful knight to ride up to their prison on an impossibly swift and mighty charger, ready to slay all witches, dragons or Ravener-spawn that had captured them, then whisk them back to the safety of their homes, churches, or marriage beds, depending on how bawdy the tale was.

On occasion, they would escape on their own, but that was usually thanks to hidden skills the storytellers would cleverly reveal at the last moment.

The evil wizard thoughthed captured a defensive fawn, but hed stolen a mighty sorceress instead! And his magic was no match for hers! she remembered one such story told on her tenth birthday, right after shed told her parents that she wanted to become a wizard in her own right.

There were other such tales where the helpless damsels revealed themselves as clever warriors in disguise, or masked thieves who slew, or lock-picked their way out of trouble.

Other age-old tales had Uldar descending from the heavens to smite a dragon, or bless the captive with enough fantastic, supernatural strength to snap a witchs back.

Unfortunately, Carey was neither warrior or rogue, Uldar was nowhere to be found, nor would he likely be too sympathetic to her plight.

As for her magic?

The glyphs on the bars stopped mana from flowing through her, the same way they did in Generasi. It was obvious that these villains had experience capturing and imprisoning wizards.

Which left her with one option.

You need your bag, she whispered. You need it, Carey. If you can get She paused, quickly glancing around. Uldar songs travelled through the stone walls of this place as clear as a bell, so why wouldnt her voice?

Maybe there was a spy sitting just down the hallwayout of sight eavesdropping on anything she said.

Get your bag, she thought. Professor Jules assigned you with testing a chaos bomb on a live dungeon in the wild to see how the explosion would react with the mana of an untouched living dungeon core and its unique mana. The timers attached, theres a winged construct with it to deploy, if you could get to it, you could set it, blow these horribly, nasty people to bits, then be on your way home!

She smiled at the thought. Wouldnt that be terribly exciting? You could strike a blow against these enemies and be off to the Research Castle in time fortime fortime for what, Carey?

Her enthusiasm began to fade. Where exactly are you? Where is this place? You know youre in some natural stone setting, the woods outside the village look like youre probably still in Thamelandbut where? Youve only learned the beginnings of combat magic. Youd simply get lost and die.

She shook her head. No, Carey! Stop being the miserable coward that you are! Think: you know some combat magic, youve studied maps of Thameland and learned at least one flight spell. You know how to get on in the wilderness since you spend so much time there with the expedition, and youre a wizard! A wizard! And the Traveller went out of her way to protect you. If you get out of here, you will find a way home! You simply must! Now, how do I escape from

A gentle tapping came from the door.

Carey? Merzhins hoarse whisper called her name.

Gasping, she hurried over, finding the Saint peering through the bars.

Carey, are you alright? he said softly. Have they treated you well?

No, Merzhin, they have not treated me bloody well! she snapped. If they had treated me well, wouldnt I be free and not locked up in here like some lab specimen? Or maybe we should just call me what I am, a prisoner!

He looked away.

Will you just bloody well look at me! she snapped.

Sheepishly, the young mans eyes met hers.

Merzhin. You are the holiest man in all of Thameland. Even the First Apostle said that in some ways, you are even closer to Uldar than he is.

H-he said that?

He did. So you get to decide if this feels right to you. There is no scripture that says that these people are doing Uldars will. The First Apostle says that he talks to Uldar, but how do you know that? Have you heard Uldars voice here? What does Merzhin think of this place? What do you think of whats happened? What do you feel? Search your heart. Pray to Uldar if thats what you want. Pray to any Saints of the past. Find what your soul is telling you. What doyou think?

With that, shed placed her trust in him.

She knew that Merzhin was good.

He was a good person.

And she was betting their lives on that inner goodness.

The slight young man was silent, staring at his feet, andin that momenthe looked so much like a lost child that she wished someonecould just wrap their arms around him. At the same time, though, she watched the shadows, looking for any movement in the growing dark.

She couldnt deny the possibility that someone had followed him. Or, that he was working with the First Apostle and Izas to get her to say things that she didnt want to.

But for now, there was nothing else she could do but pray to the Traveller that Merzhin was still on her side.

Finally, he looked up.

Even if I wanted to give us some time away from these people, he said slowly. I dont have the key to let you out.

She actually laughed. Merzhin. Youre the Saint of Uldar. Do you mean to tell me that Behemoths and Blood-Hydras cant stop youbut a locked door can?

He winced, turning red. II could do away with the door! But Im not keen on using Uldars gifts before Im sure whether his will lies with these people or not.

I'll tell you what, she said. If you choose wrong? May he strike me down instead. Come now, we need to get away from here.

He nodded slowly. Alright.

His mouth opened, ready to say something else.

Shadows moved behind him.

Something in the stone. Something fast.

His eyes grew wide. He began to turn.

Carey began to scream.

But it was too late.

There was a glint of steel and

The entire escarpment of Uldars Rise suddenly groaned, shuddering down through its core. A deafening blast erupted, shattering peace in the once tranquil village as a darkening day lit up like noontime.

The shadow froze.

Thunderous roars rolled through the air around him, chilling souls like an angry gods wrath.

Attack! a voice screamed. Were under attack!

Another blast confirmed those words.