Chapter 640: The Dark beneath the Throne

Chapter 640: The Dark beneath the Throne

The throne loomed ahead, rising at the other end of the chamber.

Uldars body slumped to the side just as it had when theyd first found him.

As it had for thirty-five hundred years.

He was silent.

He was still.

And they were about to desecrate him.

Some didnt think too highly of the idea.

We cannot disturb our dead god! Merzhins voice rose. It is vile! You would not dig up the body of a loved one from a graveyard, would you?

I would in an instant if the fate of a kingdom was on the line, Khalik said, leading the group toward Uldars throne.

Others hesitated, held back by their own aversion to desecrating the dead, along with long held beliefsabout disrespecting the occupant of a throne.

Only Khalik, Claygon, and Grimloch seemed unconcerned.

The prince moved like someone whose bloodline was used to sitting on a throne; comfortable and at ease. Where the others saw the throne as a symbol of authority, Khalik saw it for what it was:

A large chair.

Claygon had no context for what disrespecting royalty or divinity meant; the golem understood protecting, and would gladly punch deities and monarchs, if it meant safeguarding his father and family.

As for Grimloch?

He just didnt care.

We should not be doing this, Merzhin said, wringing his hands. Oh, Uldar forgive me.

Several Watchers, as well as Tyris, Theresa, and Thundar shot the Saint annoyed glances; tired of his shaky protests and increasingly losing patience with him.

Alex looked at him, then focused on the Mark; it showed him images of Carey talking, her words, her rhythm and diction.

Memories of her last wishes came to him.

And he used them.

Merzhin, Alex said gently, speaking before anyone could voice their own objections. The Mark helped him alter his tone and diction, taking a fraction of his late friends way of speaking and infusing it with his own. But, not enough to be obvious.

Carey wanted us to do what we have to to find out what we can, didnt she? That was her last wish, Alex said quietly. Uldar is gone, his sanctum shows us how much he loved Thameland and his people. He would want us to help them, dont you think? Both he and Carey would want us to do everything we can to help the people. Lets not disappoint them, alright?

The Saint of Ular looked at Alex for a moment, a whirlwind of emotions passing over his face. Resentment. Anger. Shock. Hurt. Sadness. Pain. Fear. Uncertainty.

And finally, resignation.

Can all of you help me move Uldar from his throne? He said, his voice sounded pained. His body should be moved respectfully before we examine his things.

Thats reasonable, Alex said, looking at the corpse of the god. Well take care of him.

Thank you the Saint said. You and I still have your desertion to discuss, but that can be later. For now, we are brothers.

Alex simply nodded, not trusting himself to say anything.

As they reached the throne, the young wizard took a closer look at Uldars body. The god was very tallsurprisingly tall for a human, though his features were humanand at one time, he would have been the perfect image of sculpted physical power.

In death, his broad shoulders still retained their resemblance to statues of the powerfully built god; but, his trunk had narrowed, and his muscles had wasted away.

Alex eyed the dried black ichor.

He remembered what Grimloch had said.

I would like our Thameish brothers and sisters to bear his body, the Saint said quietly. Better he be carried by his people rather than strangers from other realms.

Aye, seems fittin, Cedric said. Well, Alex, Hart, Drestra, Theresa. Its time tlay the old man down.

Together, the five Heroes of Thamelandand Theresa Luarranged themselves around the throne and raised Uldar up, firmly gripping his robes. His body wasnt rigidas most dead bodies would have beenthough the chill of death was plain.

if one was using standards set millenia ago.

The room was filled with archaic alchemical equipment that hed read about in the early chapters of his first year alchemy textbook.

In the centre of the space sat an enormous cauldron, covered with glyphs of power. It looked large enough for Claygon, Grimloch and Brutusin his battle-formto fit inside and still have room to move around. Inside, was a giant tool shaped like a spoon, made of glyph-inscribed aeld wood, from the look of it.

Multiple ovens yawned open in the walls with mounds of coal inside; chimneys rose above themwhere they vented to.Alex had no idea, which was fine since he had no intentions of firing up Uldars ovens.

Unsurprisingly, shelves holding glass beakers, flasks and bottles placed beside archaic tools, were well organised.

There was nothing in the room as advanced as even the simplest of mana conductors; which meant that any alchemy that took place in this chamber would have had more in common with an ancient witchs ceremony from the old legends, than a modern crafting process that one would find taking place behind Generasis walls.

Everything was thoroughly organised.

Tools were placed in proper rows, arranged for easy access.

Ingredients were on another shelf; herbs for medicines, monster parts for experiments and

Oh holy shit, Alex muttered.

There was an obsidian chalkboard near the cauldron, and on it, a detailed anatomical diagram was drawn.

An anatomical diagram of a familiar creature standing on three legs, its many eyes at the end of long stalks.

Its a bloody petrifier! Alex said.

Oi, was he studyin petrifiers? Cedric asked. Maybe he was tryin ta figure out how Ravener-spawn worked?

Maybe Alex said, stepping further into the laboratory, taking everything in. What do you think of this place, Isolde?

It is obviously archaic, but very well-equipped she said. Some of his tools seem to be ahead of their time. If Uldar died thirty-five hundred years ago, then he must have created some of his own tools that were invented independently much later. Some of these devicesparticularly the items for golem craftingwere invented well after thirty-five hundred years ago.

She ran her fingers along a mortar and pestle. They seem well-maintained, though most of the supplies for potion making are not as well sorted as the golem crafting supplies.

Yeah, Alex said. His golem crafting tools look pristine, like they were especially well taken care of. It seems he focused on golem crafting, but, there arent any golems in his sanctum, so what

Something struck the young wizard.

Dungeon cores and golem cores were similar.

Oh shit.

What is Isolde started to ask.

Her words were cut off by Khaliks exclamation in Tekish.

The prince was in front of a desk in a corner of the room, staring at two objects in his hands.

In his left, he held a large bottle full of roiling chaos essence, kept preserved by glyphs inscribed on the glass.

In his right handwhich was shakinghe held an open book.

What do you have there? Drestra asked.

Its a book of alchemical diagrams Khaliks voice was unsteady. But, by the Sapphire Sea...

He slowly turned the book toward his companions.

Gasps escaped them.

Filling the page was a detailed diagram, heavy with as many specifications as one would need to craft a typical golem.

But, there was nothing typical about the design on the page as it wasnt for a typical construct.

It featured a familiar black orb.

A dungeon core. Alex whispered. Their composition resembles a golems because theyre both constructs

Alex, this is not a plan for a dungeon core, Khalik said grimly. Look closer, the heading says its a diagram for

He paused.

...the Ravener.