Chapter 86: Sanctum XI

Chapter 86: Sanctum XI

I think you cracked one. I took a deep pull. The water was lukewarm and unfiltered, but felt almost heavenly as it banished the dryness from my mouth and tongue.

Bell had settled in at my side, not the least bit winded. She stopped mid-stroke, sharpening one of her many weighted knives. Oh. Im sorry. Thought youd block properly. If youd like I can

I stuck a finger out towards her. Dont finish that thought.

I know, I know, Bell sighed. Ninety percent. Save the last ten for if Im fighting for my life.

Good.

I thought back to the spar. Fighting Bell was like fighting someone who could see the future, an observation that felt more than a little ironic. She had a way of predicting the way things would go from the smallest indicators. For Bell, the toe of a boot rotating in the dirt a certain way might as well have been a flashing arrow, pointing out the direction of the swing. So, it followed that the solution was to be unpredictable. Which worked. Until it didnt. It was bizarre that a person could have such finely tuned perceptions in reading body language but still be so socially backwards.

My eyes went to the knives in her kit.

Okay. I have to know. How the hells are you so accurate with those?

She looked up at me, missing the context of the question.

The knives. I pointed. I dont get it. From everything Ive ever read, knife throwing is impractical. Mostly a party trick.

Bell stuck her lip out in something approximating a pout.

I continued quickly, Which, its clearly not when youre doing it. I can speak to that. I thought back to the many times, just went I managed the upper hand, a throwing knife had plonked off my forehead, or more recently, my ribs. I considered another possibility. Does the void magic stabilize them?

The infernals enthusiasm flooded back as soon as she understood she was complimented rather than chastised. Nope. If anything, that makes them more difficult to use. Magic held within an object is particularly unstable. I like knives because theyre multi-purpose.

Multi-purpose?

Some void users prefer throwing metal spheres. Boink. You hit them. Their magic is borked for a few minutes. Bell faked a yawn. Booooring. Not to mention, less effective. I like knifes because if the point sticks, not only does the effect last longer, theres also the psychological element. Oh no, a pointy object is having its way with me. She smiled, looking up at the ceiling wistfully, and I suppressed a small shiver. If theyre really dumb, theyll even pull it out.

I imagined that. A magician, panicking because he could no longer cast, removing the object that he perceived to be the problem, and consequently bleeding even faster.

You uh sound like you have some experience with that particular maneuver.

A few tournaments. Enclave magicians usually know what to expect, but Ill take the easy victory from the ones who dont.

Everything she was saying was interesting, but didnt seem to track with the way I used the demon-fire on my sword. Bell was already shaking her head before I finished expressing the thought.

Its different. She seemed excited to have an audience, and it occurred to me that given the rather taboo subject void magic was around the infernals, this might be her first time explaining the details of what she did to anyone. The oil burns. Theres a reaction that keeps the magic intact. Dad says

She stopped herself, emotion shutting down before it could come to the surface. I felt that familiar pang of guilt once more.

Dad said there are capacitive metals, more capable of holding imbued magic for longer periods of time. She held up one of her daggers. These are just ordinary old steel.

I did a double take. The daggers were so bright and well polished Id taken them for ascended steel, like her sword. So thats what its called? Imbuing magic?

Bell nodded. Mmm hmm. It expands our repertoire quite a bit.

The pieces fell into place. Because void as a whole has less in the way of ranged options.

You got it! Bells excitement suddenly dampened. Though, honestly, theres not a lot of benefit to telling you this. Any cast projectile would likely be more practical than imbuing mana into a knife.

I wanted to keep her talking. Keep her distracted from mentally going back to the place shed almost slipped into. You dont know that, I said, What if my third awakening is void?

Bell peered at me suspiciously. Its always the first, and we rarely reach the second.

I shrugged. And my first was demon-fire, something thats supposedly never happened before. The world is changing. At the very least, itd be good to learn how to throw knives.

She studied me, looking for any trace of jest or sarcasm on my part. I kept my face as neutral as possible. It almost looked like she would turn me down. Then she popped up to her feet and led me to the range outside.

This wasnt like her. Was this another group dynamic Id missed? Id been completely unaware of how tired everyone had grown dealing with the kobolds. I tried to work through it backward. Shed been pushing herself hard. Trying to show value?

You dont have to prove yourself. I kept my voice low. Theres nothing wrong with showing weakness to your allies, especially if youre hurt.

I can hack it Bell wheezed. Give me a minute and Ill be good to keep going.

I frowned. Maybe something more practical would work if abstract wasnt cutting it. This is a marathon, not a sprint. Im not going to tell you to stop, but pace yourself.

Like y- She stopped herself, but I could fill in the blank. Like you?

It struck me that this was the first time Id seen her angry. Saladius had gotten to her. Bell wasnt used to losing in a straight martial fight. On the rare occasions Id eked out a win, I had the grace to win humbly, and she still pouted. And Saladius was anything but humble.

Bell stepped away from me. I turned to Saladius. I wanted to tear into him. Whatever hed been doing these last few years, it clearly wasnt honing his teaching technique. But I had a suspicion that anything I said to that effect would make Bell resent me. She was desperate to prove herself, and being overprotective would do the opposite.

So instead, I held the bucket up towards Saladius, and gave him my widest, most charming smile. Bugs are fed. Just need to mop your floors and Ill be done for the day.

Saladius cocked his head. They uh didnt give you any trouble?

None whatsoever, I lied.

Good. Make sure youre thorough on those floors. Saladius said, recovering quickly.

I gave him a bow that was far, far closer to a maids curtsy, and then turned to Maya and Jorra, who were watching me with sympathy. Shall I rehydrate some rations for when the both of you are done?

Maya bit her lip, but Jorra jumped at the opportunity. Gods yes, he said, Im starving.

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Maya came to check on me in the process of mopping the floors. We spoke briefly on the topic of our host, who I heckled mercilessly, claiming he was only marginally better than the last recluse wed met in the middle of nowhere. Maya said I was being too harsh, but she laughed.

I harvested a frothy, light blue substance from the small succulents, careful to keep the milk out of direct sunlight as instructed.

Later that evening, I moved to the roof, somewhere I could be on the lookout and have enough light to work. I fed demon-fire mana into a handful of small rocks. I weaved air spells as they created the least amount of light, almost invisible in the dark, and worked on what Id done almost by accident earlier. Curving the projectiles. If I could learn to combine this with the demon-fire somehow, the utility would be invaluable. Curve fire around cover into something flammable, use the control aspect to stoke the flames. Instant division and panic in the enemy ranks.

You looked like him.

I jumped, looking for the source of the voice. Elder Saladius stood on the edge of the roof facing towards me. The lazy confidence was gone. Instead his face looked gaunt, haunted.

Like who? I asked.

Like your father. His accent was thick, father, sounded like fadder. His jaw worked, eyes not looking at me but past me.

You met him? The way he was talking, I took it that Saladius had been in the war.

He continued on as if he hadnt heard me. Not sure if Id call it a meeting. Theres this mask, this civility you wear that he never did. Almost kind. Almost polite. Almost had me fooled. But then when the coin is down and the knives come out, youre the spittin image.

I didnt know how to respond to that. My life was on the line.

Elder Saladius chuckled. Thats the thing, isnt it boy? You dont fight like your life is on the line. Neither of you. You dont value it at all. Its like youre daring your enemy to take it, like you never even wanted it in the first place.

Again, I was at a loss for words. I could see how he might come to that conclusion. I was too aware of death. All too familiar with how easily half-measures could lead to an early demise. But its not as if I could explain that to anyone. That it wasnt recklessness. It was the opposite.

First, I thought you were a wolf in sheeps clothing, using children as a shield. Thought youd come frothing back as soon as I pushed you a little. Then I saw how you treated the girl. It was almost like you actually cared. Didnt match with the image. He sat down across from me. Did that bastard ever tell you what he did to us? The words were hard.

I swallowed, all too aware of my situation. The others were likely already asleep. Vogrin would take moments to summon.

I spoke carefully. I wasnt there. What I know is mainly from the histories. My father razed the enclave. There were dragons involved. He rode one into the dimension gate. Broke the portal on the way out.

Well, I was there. And thats not even the half of it, Saladius said. There was the dull pop of a cork as he opened a bottle of wine, and began to tell the story.