Chapter 165: The Sun Shines South

Chapter 165: The Sun Shines South

Chapter 165

The Sun Shines South

Sylas was nibbling away at some dry fruit hed found inside the village as well as some rather awful wine. Though the vast majority of the village was blown to smithereens during his confrontation against the Shadow, most of its underground remained relatively intact--though it did take him nearly five days to actually find the entrance. While he could have simply whacked away at the ground, he ran the risk of collapsing the entire thing, which would defeat the purpose.

Hed healed almost completely, by now able to walk about freely and even exercise lightly. Even he felt it unfair, how little he sacrificed to fell someone like Abe--it wasnt even a sacrifice, not in Sylas eyes anyway.

Most of the underground rooms were empty and lightless, with only a few having anything within them. He'd also found the main room--a bed, a few bookshelves populated mostly with pulp fiction, causing Sylas' eyebrows to rise quite a few times. Besides that, there was little else. Though Sylas roughly perused the many books, nothing stood out but the odd taste the man had in fiction.

Eventually, hed gotten through all of them and explored every inch of the underground, finding nothing of import. Leaving, he stumbled into the snowed-in lands. It was quite... strange. Though the snow hadnt covered everything--namely the massive gash his attack left in the ground--it had covered most of it, regaling their battle to the singular strike.

It never stopped snowing, not here. But southward... it would. He turned around and faced it, the distant, fogged, misted, clouded lands of beyond. The singular forest that stood behind him, toward the north, parted into two--spreading out west and east and leaving the southern patch of land mostly untouched. There were hills that rolled onward and massive pastures that likely shone in resplendent emerald in the summer, and whatever else land lay beyond.

With the wind in his back, he slowly began walking south--he had no weapon, not anymore, his own sword having been blown up during the attack. But it didnt matter. He suspected nobody would casually approach a demented-looking, topless and barefoot man walking about aimlessly in the middle of the Cold Snap.

His goal was singular--to map out as much of the south as he could. To map out the journey that they would eventually have to take. It would be difficult, he knew, to move before the Spring. The biggest hurdle was constructing enough carriages and having enough horses to pull them. But there were upsides, too--he could simply walk ahead of the entire entourage, melting snow as he went. This would ensure that the horses never froze to death and that it wouldn't be as relentlessly chilly and frosted as it can be, especially at night as he would act effectively as the central heating. At the same time, with Asha coming along, there would be no shortage of supplies.

"It won't hurt to give it a whirl a few times," he mumbled absentmindedly. "If we can move out during the winter, it would cut down the wait time every new loop. Would also give us a larger leeway in how we allocate time on the road."

He rolled along the numerous hillsides, subject to the world of pure white on all ends. It was quite enchanting, as it looked very much like a snowed-in desert, only with much taller dunes.

Days later, he finally came across an anomaly--to the west, he saw something 'wiggle' within the mist, causing him to move toward it. He had no clue exactly where he was, even if he had the rough map inside his head; in fact, he wasn't even sure just how 'south' he'd actually moved since it was quite difficult to tell in the snow-white space. For all he knew, he was moving southeast or southwest rather than directly southward.

As the night fell and as he approached closer, quite a sight welcomed him--the kindling fires sprawled across, hundreds of them, causing him to hurry forward. Breaking through the mist, a view of a stone wall came to him--it was some twenty feet tall, made of rugged and old wetstone, draped in white snow from most sides. It stretched for over three miles at the front, curving into the misted distance, sporting three towers during the visible stretch. All three were manned, and the people atop them were extremely alert. The reason Sylas knew they were was simple: they immediately spotted him.

HALT!! a voice cried out through the snow and, after focusing a bit of energy into his eyes and taking a closer look, Sylas saw that four bows were already armed and ready to shoot. WHO GOES THERE?!! there was no rational explanation he could offer. In fact, he suspected that the only reason they were even talking was to wait for the reinforcement, as they suspected he was some sort of a beast they couldnt down with four arrows.

I come from the north, Sylas replied just loudly enough to be heard. Ethwar Castle. It... it has fallen!

I am quite strong, you know? You might just not be able to harm me~~

I imagine you are, Sylas said. So, what now?

"Well, the moment the Commander sees you, he'll come to the same conclusion as me," she said. "The Captain and the others are still quite young, you see, so they might not know any better. But the Commander's a real deal. And, unlike me, he likely won't be in the mood to chat. He'll simply... khh," she ground the sound through her throat and teeth and gestured with her fingers a slash through the neck. "You know?"

Id very much like to avoid that, Sylas played along. Seeing as youre telling me this, you have a plan?

Do I? Hmm~~I just might. Im not sure I should, though. You look like the thankless bunch.

"As you can clearly see, I own literally nothing but the pair of pants," Sylas said. "And I doubt that the woman of your grace is interested in what is beneath them."

Bah! Barbarian! she cursed out. Who cares about your tiny dick? Im more interested in how you survived the journey here! Naked, at that!

Help me, Sylas said. And I might just share the tale.

Are you ready to hurt? she asked, taking out a sharp-seeming knife from one of the boxes.

Do be gentle, Sylas said. I have quite a low threshold for pain.

... ah. Youre one of those sarcastic bastards, she clicked her tongue. Never liked your kind very much, actually. A true, proper man ought to be straightforward with his words. Leave the glib tongue for us women.

I--

Dont talk, she warned sternly. And dont use your energy. Youll have to trust me completely.

Alright.

... what the hell, she cried out lowly when she stabbed the knife into him. You actually... did it. Youre one crazy bastard, Ill tell you that much. Look at this bastard, not even defending himself. Why would you trust a complete stranger, some deranged woman, in a shady, dark room? Man, there is something wrong with your head... maybe I should open it up and see--no, no, cant be greedy. Aah, this crazy bastard isnt even twitching...