Chapter 310: Her Choices

Chapter 310: Her Choices

Tala grit her teeth against the churning perspectives that washed through her as she clutched onto the forming fount.

Even so, she knew what she needed to do, and she grew the white-steel across her entire body, carrying with it the void-magics that she was already using in the gloves.

It took a lot of power under the current strain, and she moved through another five cycles before she was fully covered. When it was done, however, she felt instant relief.

As she held on, fighting to do what was supposed to be a simple task, the flickering worlds passed more and more rapidly.

Tala couldnt tell if she had caused the increase in pace, or if it was just a perception because she was now sheathed in the void, but regardless, it was becoming dizzying.

She was still unsure how she was able to see through her iron, white-steel, and now a void-magic buffer, but she couldnt deny that the perspective was coming to her somehow.

Finally, the cycle became such an endless, quick stream that the three worlds seemed to meld into one, and Tala was left floating in a void.

She almost had a moment of panic as she seemed to be floating in a void with nothing but the fount in her hands, but her bloodstar perspectives showed that she was still standing in the valley, holding the fount exactly as she had been.

So, more of a spiritual, perceptual, or magical dislocation?

-Maybe? The instruction book must have had a page ripped out or something-

Alats grumblings carried a note of uncertainty that Tala did not particularly like. -I still have our Archive connection, so all this madness will get to someone, no matter what.-

Great vote of confidence, there.

Despite Alats only half-joking pessimism, she focused her mind on the present moment.

The fount, in the shape of a sphere, was suddenly mobile, and Tala was able to pull it toward herself, cradling it against the iron plating on her chest.

The iron across her whole body was rusted and pitted, but it remained remarkably unbreeched.

Wait, wheres the white metal? Wheres my void-magic shell?

It was still there, as seen through the bloodstars, but she couldnt see it with whatever odd perspective was coming straight into her mind.

Even so, that was the least of her concerns.

Before her stood two figures.

One was the grinning creature of nothingness.

The other was the nearly featureless three-dimensional outline of the Mage.

It was odd, seeing them standing side by side. With the proximity, it was incredibly easy to tell how similar they were in form and concept.

Like an ice-sculpture and one made out of clay, each crafted by a different artist but with the same model.

-Huh I actually think I agree with that analogy.-

Tala didnt respond to Alat, as she was focused so closely on the two.

Outside of the Doman-Imithe the too wide smile almost looked like the creature was trying to be friendly but had no true foundation on which to base its expression. Or its a lure

The outline forged of magic was composed of power that was so pure it almost burned to see it, but Tala could somehow tell it wasnt perfect.

It was just a reflection of what it could be.

To behold that perfection would have killed Tala, she somehow knew that for a fact.

Suddenly, Tala felt like she understood.

She had won the struggle for the fount.

If she wished, she could take the fount and depart. She could use it as the arcanes did or for some other purpose.

Or she could give it to either of these beings.

But arent the fount and the magical outline the same thing?

Tala felt herself frown.

It would be nice if she could get an explanation, but her mouth was sealed, and she somehow knew that if she broke the seal in an attempt to speak, both of these things could end her simply by the nature of their existence, whether or not they intended to.

A horrifying thought washed through her. Were all occupying the same space across the three worlds, and the fount caused a sort of blending for a moment.

-That may or may not be true. Does it matter?-

No. No, I suppose that it doesnt really matter right now.

Regardless, Tala knew her choices.

The first was the most obvious, but also the only one she wouldnt seriously contemplate. She would not be claiming the fount for her own use.

Second, she could allow the being from the Doman-Imithe to have it. The fount would solidify in Zeme, and there it would remain until something broke it free.

Finally, she could allow the being from the next world to have it, and the fount would fade away, passing on just as the gate of a mundane would.

No, the outline isnt from the next world. It is how he will be in the next world. It was a strange thing, that knowledge. It felt like it came from within her, but she definitely didnt think shed known it before.

-Innate knowledge? Something your gate knows but your consciousness doesnt?-

I suppose it could be either? I have no idea. It could even be from the dasgannach, but I highly doubt that.

Similar to the magical outline, the creature from the Doman-Imithe was decidedly like the Mage, but for some reason Tala couldnt tell if it was the Mage or was somehow drawn or shaped to resemble him.

Oddly, Tala felt like there should have been other options.

For example, she should have been able to cast the fount, the gate, into the Doman-Imithe, but something was stopping her.

Like before the knowledge was just there, within her mind as she contemplated the idea. It is not my role to choose the eternal resting place of a soul.

Alat shivered within Talas head. -That was the exact impression I just got, too.-

Founts will always pass on eventually, even if it will only happen when the world ends. So, in the end, they will always go to the same place. We cant change that. It seems like youve just won the right to influence the journey.

Tala shuddered, the many straining forces grinding against her were beginning to be too much. There is absolutely no way this is standard, Alat. What is going on?Ñøv€l-B1n was the first platform to present this chapter.

-I told you what it said, surround the fount with void.-

Im doing that!

-Youre also surrounding yourself with void. Maybe, youve somehow brought yourself along for the ride?-

Or somehow gotten a seat at the table

-Quite the dangerous table.-

Yeah, this is just typical She grimaced.

If she had truly been on the edge of death, which she likely appeared to be, then they had risked Kit being whisked away when she passed on, stranding them both in the wilds.

They had come to check on her anyways.

-We lucked into some really caring people, didnt we.-

So it would seem, yeah.

She retracted the iron and white-steel from around her face, and at the same time extended her aura to give her iron room to reach out and scoop the artifacts out of the insanely hot ground.

The constructs were mostly intact, and Tala drew them to her even as she broke her feet loose of the ground and moved towards the couple.

She held in a groan as her whole body protested the movement.

Oh, thats uncomfortable. Something to eat definitely wouldnt be amiss, now that you mention it.

Mistress Petras face softened. That sounds wise, Mistress. Lets get you to a nice comfortable seat. Well get some water and food in you.

As soon as water was mentioned, Tala realized just how thirsty she was. Yes, water.

The three walked out of the valley, though the two others kept a bit away from Tala as she was radiating an uncomfortable amount of heat.

They probably wouldnt have been burned if they had touched her, but it would have been a near thing.

Tala was actively cooling the white metal that was still surrounding her, and that was helping her internal temperature drop. The whole thing was acting like a magically assisted heat-sink.

As Tala considered her physical state, she directed her thoughts at Alat. Do I want to know?

-I dont see why not. If you were still Bound, youd be dead. If you were still Fused, our brain would be cooked, and youd be unconscious until it cooled enough to be regrown and refilled with our memories.-

Well Lets do it the easy way next time. Draw Flow, one quick cut.

-Agreed. Mistress Ingrit is asking if she can bring in an expert? To be clear, his area of study is founts, not void-magics or the Doman-Imithe.-

Sure. That could help us piece this all together.

-Alright, they will be ready in ten minutes. She wants the expert to review the findings first.-

Is there that much?

-Master Simons info is a part of it. He didnt really see more than we did. The specialized artifacts recorded more deeply, but not really anything specific that we didnt see.-

What does that even mean?

-If we tried every dish, he brought the buffet. Nothing really different, no more dishes than we sampled, but he has more full platters?-

Huh, I suppose I can understand that.

The three got back to where Kit waited at the top of the slope. Blessedly, by that time Tala was a more reasonable temperature.

Tala stopped in confusion when she saw that Kit was in the form of an open door. What?

Master Simon and Mistress Petra turned to her. Mistress Tala?

I thought you were looking through a window.

We were, but we thought you needed help when the view vanished, and a door appeared next to us.

Mistress Petra nodded. We couldnt leave you out here if you needed help, so we came to see what we could do.

Huh. Tala shook her head and smiled. Well, thank you.

Of course, Mistress.

The three went inside, the door closed and vanished, and Tala handed Master Simon back his artifacts before settling down in one of her comfortable chairs, looking out on the calming view of her sanctum.

Mistress Petra went and grabbed some food for Tala, presenting her with a tray of snacks and a large flagon of water.

Thank you, Mistress Petra.

Of course. You just went through fire. She chuckled at her own joke. Take a minute. I think Simon is going to want to ask you a few thousand questions when youre free and settled.

Tala looked around but didnt see the man. Where is he?

Oh, he grabbed his slate and constructs and went off to his work area. Hell be trying to figure out how those that broke failed and why. Mistress Petra smiled fondly as she spoke of her husband. Im sure hell be back once his mind is settled, but Ill hold him off until after dinner at the very least. You should have that long to collect yourself and do your own thinking.

Tala felt herself smiling too. Well, I hope to have more for him by then. I need to clear my head and get all this straight.

As is only wise. Even so, eat up, first.

-You have time.-

Tala nodded. I will. Thank you.

It didnt take long to eat the bit of food, and she did find herself practically chugging the water. Kit refilled it at need, and Tala ended up draining four massive mugs.

Altogether, the repast was amazingly refreshing in a way that Tala didnt expect. I cant believe that Im still surprised that my scripts dont heal everything.

-Well, they do, but they dont always make you feel perfect. They will keep you functional and fit, that was what they were designed to do.-

Tala grunted before standing. Thank you, Mistress Petra. Well likely be on our way in less than an hour.

Ill let Simon know.

Thank you.

Tala left the dining area and went to her room before standing beside the bed. Are they ready?

-They are now, yes.-

She nodded to herself, and once fully encased in iron again, the scripts involved in her mental enhancementsand Alats functionalityblazed with power.

Five seconds later, Mistress Ingrit and an older man were seemingly standing in her room, looking around curiously.

Tala bowed to each. Hello greetings? Im sorry, I cant really say I know how to start such a conversation.

Mistress Ingrit smiled and gave a small bow in return. Hello works well enough.

The man gave a small bow as well. Hello, Mistress Tala. Thank you for agreeing to see us.

Sure. Unfortunately, I cant maintain a connection for long. We should address the pertinent things first. I understand that you have questions?

He hesitated. Wait youre maintaining the connection yourself?

With my inscriptions, yes.

Remarkable. I would not have thought a Refined He shook his head, cutting himself off. I apologize, I easily get lost on rabbit trails. I am Coinin, and I have so, so many questions. I will attempt to be brief.