Chapter 730: A Cold Spray

Chapter 730: A Cold Spray

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Salt sprayed through the air.

Merry bloody Sigmus, Alex grumbled, flying close to the surf. He glared bitterly up at the moon, wiping droplets of salt water from his face, the closest hed been to a bath in weeks. Looking over his shoulder, he called to his companions, the only two people he'd spent time with in more than a month. Do you see anything?

Birger floated over the rocks on the beach: the giants form was silhouetted in the light of dusk. Alex could only see part of his face in the shadows, but his expression didnt look pleasant. I don't see a blasted thing, frustration was clear in a tone as hard as flint.

That frustration had only grown in the past few weeks.

Alex shouted up to Bjorgrund who was scanning a cliff further away. You see anything, big guy?

There was a long silence. The young giants hulking form hovered in front of the cliff. He neither moved nor answered. As the silence stretched on, Alex allowed himself a small, growing spark of hope. Maybe hed found something on this hostile island of sharp rock, slush and snow. Maybe hed found the sanctum at long last. Maybe they could get inside and he could finally change the Mark then stop the Stalker and the bloodthirsty secret church. Maybe theyd be able to go home.

No, it was nothing. Bjorgrund matter-of-factly crushed Alexs hopes. I thought there might've been something up here, but it's just an old birds nest.

The young wizard barely resisted screaming.

I-Im sure well find it soon. Weve almost searched the whole island. The young giant offered; notes of apology and hope in his voice. There was an optimism in his tone that sounded more than a little forced.

Son, we've searched this cursed island three times already, Birger said. We've had to dodge that church twice as many times as that. Theyre more dogged than rabid wolves.

But not every corner! We haven't searched every corner! Bjorgrund insisted.

I'm pretty sure we have, Alex muttered under his breath, then out loud, It's getting darker and we don't want to be around here when we cant see whats around us. The church keeps getting closer.

Right, Birger muttered, floating over to Alex. I suppose its off to another cave, then.

Father, son, and the Fool of Thameland linked hands then teleported away.

In the distance, a spyglass surfaced from beneath icy waves, protruding from a strange underwater contraption. It was an object fashioned of steel and shaped like a long barrel, fitted with ballasts and magical glyphs inside to keep it afloat and circulate clean air inside the strange vessel.

Inside, a mans eye was fixed to the bottom of the curved spyglass, watching Alex, Birger, and Bjorgrund. He spoke to a woman sitting at the controls of a large magical device. You can tell Warder they haven't found it yet.

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How are our supplies holding out? Alex asked, crouching by a fire in a woodenhollow. The group was camping in the hollow of a titanic, petrified tree, deep within an ancient forest.

Birger made a face as sour as vinegar as he dug through the bags, dumping a pile of potatoes on the ground. Low. We're going to be needing food soon.

Alex sighed. Well have to make a quick food run for tomorrow morning.

Oh? What are we stealing this time? Bjorgrund asked hopefully. That side of salt pork we had last time was good.

For the first four meals of it Alex slumped against the petrified wall, trying to find a comfortable position on the hard, uneven surface to rest against. It was futile, but hed been no stranger to futile endeavours lately.

Rumours had spread that the Heroes of Thameland were on the hunt for the Ravener, wanting to destroy it to end the cycle. The rumour had sent interested clients into a buying frenzy, wanting to lay their hands on their very own golem infused with dungeon core essence, before they were gone from the market for good.

The golems were selling at twice to three times the rate they were before Alex had left, which was filling both his and Shales coffers, but depleting their supply at a worrying rate.

According to what Toraka had told Claygonif the golems continued selling as welltheir entire inventory would be gone in a little over six weeks or so.

Of course, Alex hadnt found a safe workshop to make more golems in. Hed come up with a plan to transport them to Generasi from the Empire: when he finished crafting them, he would teleport them to a remote area of the wilderness in the Rhinean Empire. From there, members of Lucias crew would collect them, and transport them to Generasi and leave him the supplies he would need.

The plan wasnt complicated, and through Claygon, hed talked it over with Lucia and arranged the transportation and supply dropback when he thought he'd find the sanctum sooner, not later.

Now, here he was, with a good plan to transport golems, but no place to make them. For a few desperate moments, hed considered breaking into a workshop in the Irtyshenan Empire and helping himself to every tool hed need to set up a laboratory in the wilderness.

But, he knew thered be a couple of problems with that idea.

First, it would only get more hunters after them. The church and Stalker were hunting them with the single-mindedness of bloodhounds, but they werent the only ones combing the Empire, on the lookout for transgressors.

The theft at Brightfire was no small thing; and of course, it hadnt been ignored by the authorities.

Whenever the young wizard had gone to a town to either steal, or buy supplies, he often spotted imperial agents questioning the townsfolk, looking for information and suspects.

So far, their searches hadnt turned up anyone, but Alex didn't want to catch their attention. Already, stealing Bjorgrunds new axe had come with risks; but, stealing enough machinery and supplies to outfit an entire golem workshop, would bring far more attention than they could afford.

Yet there was a bigger obstacle he had no hope of overcoming.

Time.

To be able to craft a golem, he would have to stay in one placeworking day and night in a laboratoryto finish it. In the last month, hed learned what staying in one place meant. It meant the church would find him, as surely as if hed summoned them.

Unless he found a secure place and the church and Stalker were dealt with, he wouldnt be crafting golems anytime soon.

If only I could figure out how theyre tracking me, he thought, his teeth clenching in frustration. I've tried everything I know to get away from them; magic, hiding, and nothings worked. They always find me. The only thing that sort of worked is staying on the move.

He bit his lip.

The only reason we've been able to keep ahead of them is because of the Travellers power. They have to use the fae roads to get around; which is faster than going overland, but its a lot slower than teleporting. One day, though, we could make a mistake and theyll corner us. he thought. There's already been too many close calls: the last time, if it werent for Birgers wards, wed be dead.

He stared into the fire. There's one more place on the map that we have to check, and if Keldas sanctum isn't thereby the Traveller, please just let it be there. I need to change this Mark. I need to be able to defend myself against the church, the Stalker, the Ravener...all of them. I want to go back home. I want my damn life back!

With a growl he reached into his pack, taking out the soul blade and the bottle. The container was closer to being full of soul stuff: ironically, thanks to the Mark, as well as time and practise, he was now much better at harvesting material from his soul. Hed had little time to make potions, and even less to practise spells, but he had had time to get very good at two things.

Using the Travellers power, and excising bits on his own soul.

By now, he could cross the entire Empire in a single jump. The young wizard was sure he was only weeks away from teleporting from the Empire to Generasi in one move.

When its safe, Ill be able to go home with a single jump, and maybe by then, Ill have enough material for my artificial mana pool. But, none of that's going to help me if we can't find the sanctum, he thought. Soon, it's got to be soon. Weve checked three places so far, which means theres only one left. By this time next week, we should have found it. I'm sure of that. It has to be.