4.28 In Which the Dark Lord Finds a Familiar Face

4.28 In Which the Dark Lord Finds a Familiar Face

Dhinell began to hyperventilate. For once I wasnt enjoying her discomfort; I had my hands full managing my own brain. While Rhydion stepped over to the priestess, placing one hand on her upper back and speaking softly, I furiously pondered this situation and its implications, finding I had slipped automatically into my performance mindset just to maintain outward calm.

Okay. Id been here once before. But that was different. It had been done by a Spirit which wasnt fully corruptedand in fact, subsequent reports from Kzidnak were that lacking any further Void manipulation it appeared to have reset itself to normal status. It had somehow used this transition to resolve the hierarchical dispute between Hoy and myself, and enclosed us in some kind of magic cage.

So, wed been protected from whatever dangers existed in the Void, in a controlled environment. This thing was different; it seemed to just transport people into the Void and leave them. Did it do that willy-nilly to whoever approached, or had Khariss specifically set it up to trap us? In either outcome, the famous Viryan/Sanorite truce was breached in her case, since at best shed used a known Void hazard to ensnare a bunch of (what she presumably thought were) Sanorites. Worst case, she had some measure of control over the altar and had made it do this.

Ordid she, I murmured aloud. The others turned to stare at me. Nobody would go into the Void willingly. Even for a Void witch, its suicide. If she wasnt expecting this, she could be as trapped as we are.

That begs the question of what she thought would happen when she approached a Void altar that she had clearly sealed up for good reason, said Aster. Not to mention why that was her immediate response to seeing us approach.

She didntseeus

I trailed off, realizing. Had she, though? Her ability to evade us revealed she had some way of knowing we were there. Biribos spiders. They were clearly there on purpose, otherwise why leave the webs intact? Spider webs transmitted vibrationsinformation. The giant spiders has been extracting their own webs and making fabric from it. Alchemy was basically chemistry using components from magical flora, fauna and minerals, a way to bypass the Blessings system without relying on the Void and all its deadly caveats. It could dounpredictable things. Could she see through the eyes of her house spiders? Or use the webs as some kind ofdivination tool?

If Khariss had seen us, somehow She had seen a party of adventurers, including a knight and priestess proudly wearing Sanorite colors, and a man with Asian features. Khariss was one of the only people on this world who could recognize those, and know what they meant.

Holy shit. She probably thought I was the new Hero, come to finally finish her off. No wonder she had panicked.

The two big problems with this theory were that I couldnt be sure it was right, and that if it was I had no way of relaying it to Rhydion to earn her a bit of tolerance, not without blowing the whole game wide open.

Okay, that did it, new rule. No more having adventures and political maneuvering simultaneously. From now on, it was one or the other at a time. This was getting entirely out of hand.

Listen to me carefully.

We all turned to Rhydion as he began to speak, and I for one did pay close attention, not just because of the clear importance of what he was saying but because he performed so well. It was genuinely impressive how he managed to make his delivery soothingrhythmic, steady, designed to lull as well as to inspire. This guy was not new to leading people.

We are able to safely use magic through our Blessings, under the auspices of the Goddesses. What method the devils use to control magic is unknown, save that it requires the consumption of souls, which cannot be called anything but abhorrently evil. Even our alchemy is a practice of mixing together substances containing trace magic that has become part of the natural world, combining and processing them to create complex effects. All of these are filters. To use magic requires some barrier between us and it, making it amenable to control.

On the surface, this situation seemed like the worst possible time for an expository lecture, but I could see what he was doing. Every word let him use his vocal technique to encourage calm, which I had a strong feeling was more important in this situation specifically than because of the general benefit of keeping a cool head in a crisis. And as for the actual content of his speech, I had a feeling I knew where this was going.

The Void is raw magic. Magic in its purest, unrestrained form. Magic, reduced to its basic essence, is that which imposes thought upon realitythe subjective made objective. Just as the workings of your own brain enable your consciousness to control your bodyboth actively in the voluntary movements of your limbs, and such passive functions as the heart and lungs that keep us all alivemagic enables the brain to exert control upon reality itself. But mortal minds were designed to control mortal bodies; they are not suitable to control reality. The inevitable result of raw magicof Void magicis utter, unrestrained chaos. Any trifling thought, even the constant deluge of noise that occurs under the surface of consciousness, written upon the world itself. Every second is a billion potential disasters.

Yep. Called it.

This is why to stay in the Void is lethal, Rhydion continued, slowly shifting his helmet to face each of us in turn. Not because it is poison. It is a mechanism by which our own consciousness will unleash uncontrolled destruction around us. And so, we must be calm. Strong emotions and vivid thoughts will amplify the process and bring doom upon us all the faster. Thus I urge you, do everything in your power to reach for serenity. Sit in prayer or in meditation if you must. Perform martial arts, use simple breathing exercises. Anything. We must be calm.

Okay, but Harker glanced around. I dont doubt you, Rhydion, but I dont seeuh, disaster.

And that is why. Rhydion pointed at the Void altar behind us, which looked the same on this side of the dimensional barrier. It exists here and in the mortal realm simultaneously, as a function of how it draws and processes magical power. Its influence is stronger than ours. Staying in close proximity to it will give us the only approximation of safety that can be had here.

I recalled my previous brief sojourn in the Void, how the Spirit altar that had sent Hoy and I there had also kept us contained in a small space behind a barrier. I hadnt seen any of the effects Rhydion was describing, but that had been done by a built-in function of the system itself, not whatever half-assed jury rigging Khariss had inflicted on this poor thing. I well believed we were less safe here.

Itsis the airchanging? Aster asked warily.

It was. Focusing, I could see it, in the green haze that hung about us. Ripples, vibrationsodd little patches of thickening, as if some kind of ineffable ether was trying to coalesce into a real form and then being dispersed before it could make any headway.

Calm, Rhydion repeated, his tone still embodying that principle. Breathe slowly and deeply, try to feel that sensation to the exclusion of all else. Yes, Aster, this is the effect I described. The Spirits aura of control is a constant; one person, perhaps two, would see little result if they stayed close enough to touch it. With all five of us in this room, it is struggling to impose order on the chaos our minds are trying to create just by being here. If we venture any farther from this spot, that chaos will begin to take form far more readily.

It was a really good thing we were underground. Something told me if this group could see all the gigantic dead monsters that filled the core of the planet on this side of the curtain, nothing could have kept them from panicking us to death.

Dhinell had her eyes closed and was deliberately breathing as slowly as she could, though her lips quivered in the familiar motions of a half-vocalized prayer. Harkers face had an unhealthy grayish tinge, but he was expressionless; it didnt shock me that this dude had some practice at repressing his emotions. Aster, likewise, was a rock, at least on the outside. I knew she felt as deeply as anyone but her self-control was ironclad.

I was doing fairly all right, I figured. Absentmindedly, drawing some basic animal reassurance from the motions of self-grooming, I had begun touching my own clothing, adjusting my coat, reaching up to straighten my scarf

I froze, the bottom dropping out of my stomach.

My scarf. It was just a scarf. No familiar weight in it.

Biribo was gone.

This was the Void, a realm of pure magica place familiars werent supposed to go. A place clearly outside the control of the goddesses and their Blessing system. Last time this had happened, hed been caught outside the barrier and not transported in here with me. Minutes ago, hed begged me not to come down here.

No no no no. No.

Never mind how incredibly useful he was, never mind that I knew damn well he was a spy for Virya who would have no choice but to turn on me in the end, he was my little buddy, the one constant in my life since Id come to this horrible hell world. He couldnt just be gone, not over something like

Now I was hyperventilating, a fact of which I was suddenly aware when it stopped. My Wisdom perk had kicked in. Absolute stillness took hold of my mind just as the fear and grief threatened to overwhelm me, emotion fading away to leave behind utter clarity of thought.

There was a noticeable lightening of the effects in the green air around us. Interesting.

Whats our plan, then? I asked tonelessly. We cant leave through the door. Are Void altars any less dangerous to tamper with on this side?

More so, I should think, Rhydion replied. But I see little other choice. However, urgent as the need to escape is, we have one other matter which presses upon us.

I nodded. Khariss.

Now I was beginning to panicoh, this had somehow overridden my Wisdom perk, fucking great. I was frozen in place, quivering all over, gaining more spells by the second at a rate Id never have been able to achieve alone, unable to control it or stop. The pressure in my head

Shock + Windburst = ARC

And then it got worse. The pressure redoubled into blinding pain as I ran out of valid two-spell combinations. Triple spells are brutally hard, and now my brain was using every bit of power it had to ram them through.

Blood started to trickle from my nose.

Shock + Spark + Orb of Light = STORM

Shock + Spark + Windburst = CURRENT

Shock + Summon Slime + Tame Beast = SUMMON BOUND LIGHTNING SLIME

Every muscle was locked up; I was twitching uncontrollably. It wouldnt stop. Pain, everywhere, increasing

I was yanked bodily backward and thrown. My back painfully impacted the Void altar and I tumbled gracelessly to the ground, aching all over, especially where Id been hit, but Oh, thank god, it was over. It was taking all my focus to breathe properly, but I could again. I could move my body, the pressure in my head was gone.

Lord Seiji! Aster practically landed on top of me where shed hurled me away from the door. Seiji! Are you all right? Say something!

Iyeah, Ihang on, lemme

Dont! Rhydion came striding back in, holding out a hand to me. Do not heal yourself! You must not use magic here. What happened?

He did a Seiji! Aster snarled. What did you do?

I I coughed, grimacing. Oh, man, this hurt. And no healing? Fuck. I wandered too far from the altar andow. My whole brain I locked up and

You were exceedingly fortunate, Rhydion said sternly. Both that you experienced an internal Void effect rather than filling this chamber with fire or some such, and that your friend was fast enough with her wits to drag you back into the altars protection.

Are you okay? Aster asked, worry breaking through her anger. Seriously, how bad is it?

Imsore as hell. Especially where I landed. But I thinknothing worse than that. I wiped blood off my face with the back of my glove. Fuckin ow. Yeah, nothing seems broken. Its nothing I cant heal once were back outta here.

She let out a breath of relief. Okay. All right. Good.

And then she slapped me hard across the side of the head.

Ow! Bitch, what the fuck?! Im injured here.

Sorry, Aster lied, baring her teeth. I guess the darkness inside me made me do it.

In the near distance, Harker snickered.

I narrowed my eyes accusingly. Youre a rotten, insubordinate cow.

Yep.

I love you.

Damn right you do.

Like a sister, I clarified. A smug, pushy older sister. I wouldnt bang you if you were the last woman alive.

Im already out of your league without raising hypotheticals like that.

Ahem. We turned to regard Rhydion, whose loud throat-clearing interrupted our moment. Sincere declarations of friendship are also emotionally charged. No doubt we all have many things to discuss, but later. Remember, calm.

Right. Wincing, I clambered to my feet, accepting a hand up from Aster. So, I dont see a vampire. No luck?

He shook his head. Her fate is her own, now. I also discerned no severe chaotic effectsat least, none not attributable to my own presence, and I retreated before those could begin to accumulate into physically dangerous manifestations. Whatever has happened to Khariss, she has gone far enough that it will hopefully not affect us directly, at least until we have secured our own escape.

Couldntve happened to a nicer cunt, said Harker. So about our escape, any ideas?

Ah, right, Id come up with a plan while my calm inducing Wisdom perk was still working. Actually, I had a

Excuse me.

We all spun to face the door, and the new person in it. Nothe new devil.

There was a devil here. Which was enough by itself to be a worst case scenario, but because this was my life, it was somehow even worse than that. This was a devil I knew, one who could say one word and blow my whole operation wide open.

Ozyraph regarded us all with a distasteful expression, raising one eyebrow.

Im going to have to ask you to leave.