Chapter 771: A Life Without Meaning

Chapter 771: A Life Without Meaning

Inside, Alex could feel the energies of the divine interdiction dying a slow death. Hannah's own powerthe otherworldly strength hed been granted by a burgeoning demigoddess, pushed against the will of a dead god.

Slowly, Uldars will was giving way.

It was like slipping free of a chain: each time he tried, he managed to wriggle free a bit more.

Bjorgrund, Birger, and Asmaldestre were near, waiting in anticipation. His other summoned creatures had long disappeared as their time in the material world had ended.

The older giant was sitting against a wall.

The younger one was pacing.

The war spirit was utterly still, staring at the archwizard, radiating power. Alex had the feeling that somehow, she could see the battle inside him. That wouldnt have surprised him at all.

Hannah's energieshad been trickling through the interdictionthey abruptly began flowing.

I've almost got it! Alex cried. Im almost there!

The giants turned their full attention to him.

The war-spirit s face shifted in what looked like a smile, one that also resembled gleaming daggers.

It's not a hundred percent free yet, he said. So, I doubt I can teleport all four of us right now. Probably only meand maybe one other person for now. If I had more time, I could release more of the energy, but

Who knows what those two are up to or if they've completely disappeared, Birger said. It's already been long enough as it is.

Too long, Bjorgrund grumbled. You should take the Unmaker and go. Get them.

The war-spirit looked down at Alex. Can you bear my burden?

Her words struck him as they always had, and he didn't know how to answer. It was true what shed said, she was much bigger than Bjorgrundboth physically and spiritually, and just like moving a pebble was easier than moving Claygon, shed be harder to teleport than the young giant right now.

Lets see. He flew down, gingerly touching her shoulder. He was prepared for the feel of her skinit looked smoothyet felt similar to barbed wire against his hand.

Clenching his teeth, he tried to teleport the two of them from the sanctum.

The strain was too much.

If his energies had been fully free, it would've been simple, butwith his power still partially boundhe couldn't do it. Hed need more time.

I can't do it, he admitted. So, here's what well have to do. Bjorgrund, I know you want to finish this fight, right?

The giant cracked his knuckles. More than right.

Alright, then here's the plan, Alex said. First, Ill send you back across the planes, Asmaldestre. Then, I'll teleport myself and Bjorgrund to Uldars Rise: it shouldnt take me more than a few jumps, and when we get there, I'll summon you again, and we can catch the two of them off-guard. If they're not there, Ill summon some monsters to help track them.

Sounds like a plan, Bjorgrund said, resting his axe on his shoulder.

The war-spirit looked at Alex. Acceptable.

The wizard took a deep breath and waved his hand, sending her back across the planes.

He flew to Bjorgrund next, placing a hand on his shoulder. Alright, let's finish this fight.

Be careful, Birger said.

We will, father, Bjorgrund said.

With those words, the rune-marked, and the General of Thameland disappeared.

Gabrian would never have thought that it was possible, but his heart dropped lower.

His last ally was gone.

Dead.

He was alone.

Hed tried to kill that infernal huntress with many of the battle spells he learned over his lifetime, but shed proved herself to be devilishly quick and persistent. Even though hed kept her from reaching his ally, he could not end her, no matter how much of his power hed brought against her.

Hed kept her pinned in place so the Stalker could finish her hound.

Yet, it was the Stalkers life that had ended.

Hed watched with horrified eyes as the sharkman had bitten his ancient fae ally in two like a chicken bone. The beastmans jaws had made short work of his body, shaking his head back and forth.

He could still hear the ripping sound, the dreadful noise when his lower body had been torn from his trunk. It now lay on the other side of Uldars throne room in a heap, like so much trash. They were twitching slightly. The sharkman had swallowed the top of the faes body, like he was at a banquet.

Now he stood there, licking his bloody mouth like he had not a care in the world.

The Stalker had dealt the hound a number of wounds, but sadly, none of them looked serious enough to be fatal.

The beast was panting, spitting blood and shaking himself as though he were someones pet dog just coming in from the rain. He suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked up, glaring at the First Apostle with six bloodshot eyes, and began limping in his direction.

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The sharkman was also gazing at the floating holy warrior with those black, lifeless doll-like eyes.

He began licking his bloody jaws enthusiastically.

Nodo not look at me like that! the First Apostle screamed at them, turning his sword to lash them with holy fire. He would not be looked upon as some morsel by a pair of beasts! Especially, not here, not within the holy realm of his god.

The sharkman smiled, then looked down at Uldars body, licking his teeth. That ones tastier looking anyway.

Gabrians heart froze in horror while white-hot rage pumped through his veins. He looked at the body of his god, he looked so peacefulas though he would get up at any moment.

That was a mistake.

Uldars axe came down, severing his arm at the shoulder. He screamed, and tried to utter a prayer that would close the spurting wound.

A crimson, glowing Wizards Hand shoved its fingers down his throat, choking him, cutting off his words.

A sword slid into his back, impaling him from back to front.

The huntress thrust her swordsboth steel blades and their phantom likenessesthrough his heart. Blood gurgled in his throat, frothing on his lips.

A familiar voice spoke in his ear from behind.

Die like your god, Alex Roth said.

Then he felt something slide through him.

The world took a strange turn.

Suddenly, Gabrian was looking at it sidewaysbut when had he laid down on his side?

The scene before him made no sense.

He was looking at Alex Roth and the huntress, Theresa Lu. They had impaled a ruined body. What was even odder was that the battered body looked somewhat familiarbut he couldnt quite place it.

Where had he seen it before?

And why in all the worldby Uldar, was it growing so hard for him to thinkwas that body headless?

Troubled, the First Apostle could only watch as the huntress tore the body apart with her swords and phantom blades while the giantwearing Uldars armour and wielding his axedrove his weapon into it, over and over.

The cerberus savaged the remains while the sharkman began to pound it with his maul.

It was barely recognisable after mere momentsthen, strangely, the man who should have been the Fool cast a disintegration spell on it, turning it to dust.

Banishing it forevermore.

That poor man, Gabrian thought, they destroyed him so thoroughly despite him not even having a head. How sad. Ah, these lost lambs are filled with too much hatred. I should minister to them.

He tried to get up, but found he could not.

He could not feel anything below his neck.

How odd.

He looked down

and could not find his body.

It struck Gabrian like an avalanche; the body theyd mutilated and banished was his.

He was likely only still alive because of centuries practising life enforcement.

And that could only bolster him for so long.

The world was growing dark.

Cold.

He looked around, desperate for any salvation, even as memories from hundreds of years of life washed over him. His eyes clung to an image nearby.

Uldars body, peaceful, silent.

Uncaring.

Uldars corpse did not care that his First Apostle was dying.

It did not care that the hidden church had been nearly eliminated.

It did not care that Uldars enemies were living on to triumph and destroy his plan.

but then again, what could a corpse care about?

As Gabrians life faded, he found that his concerns were falling away, no matter how he tried to hold onto them.

What would the material world mean to him when he was dead?

What would it have meant to Uldarand how long ago had his god died?

Had he even been alive when Gabrian was born? A young man from a village whod long ago been branded with a symbol from a dead god.

That man had lived his life, trying to follow that gods will.

But if that god was deadthen would that not mean that whatever Gabrian had done, did not matter?

Had anything mattered in his entire life?

Had he mattered?

Questionsand growing despairfollowed the First Apostle into death.

It could never be known whether he regretted his actions in life.

Those that lived on would likely care little.

His god certainly cared not in the least.