Chapter 200: Fracture VII

Chapter 200: Fracture VII

An outlandish vista rolled out before me, as vast and wide as the eye could see. My studies had covered geography extensively, yet, the rolling mounds of hellish embers and ash looked entirely alien. Dwarves, elves, and infernals battled twisted flesh amalgams of corrupted red beasts.

There was a whoosh of wings directly overhead.

I tried to move, to duck. But the signal my mind sent to my body went unrecognized, pathways that connected them sundered.

Right, I was nothing more than a spectator here.

Slowly, almost lazily, the me that was not me tilted my head up, watching as a gold metallic form blurred by motion flew overhead and plummeted straight down in a screeching dive, bathing the battlefield in white flame, pulling out of the dive at the last moment and flying low above the aftermath.

Considering the reptilian shape of its head and massive, bat-like wings, the image was unmistakable.

It wasnt a wyvern or dragon-hawk. That was a genuine dragon, straight out of legend.

The only thing more shocking was how unimpressed I was. Instead of awestruck, or terrified, the alternate version of me almost felt disappointed. As if the appearance of a dragon was little more than routine.

Dimly, as my awareness slipped further and further away, I realized what I was seeing.

The end of all things.

This iteration was always going to be a failure. Thoths voice. She lacked her usual malice, and when I turned away from the battlefield, there were dark bags under her eyes, and a slump to her shoulders. She looked exhausted. In her fist she held an elfs head by the dark, blood-sodden strands of his hair. If we ever pull this off, it will be without fighting a two-front war.

A series of images flashed before my eyes. I remembered shaking his hand, a lifetime ago as he joined us as an ally. Weeping with him as he broke down, losing more and more of himself until there was almost nothing left. The three of us standing together on this very tower, watching the world end.

Ume.

Tie his knot before you killed him? I asked, my voice hollow.

Hes gone.

I swallowed, knowing the answer before I voiced the question. Was it quick?

She didnt answer, for a moment, shame and rage struggling for dominance across her harsh features. As quick as his cowardice deserved.

Gods. He wasnt a coward, Thoth, he lost his mind.

Who could fucking blame him?

Rage won out, and her mouth pulled wide, pointed teeth showing in a tight grimace. Its so tiring when you make excuses for them. She stood close enough that I could smell blood on her breath. Why were they all so weak? Weweve been here since the beginning. Hands just as bloody. Souls ragged and threadbare. Yet we are still standing.

Maybe. But can you really say were better for it? I stared out over the chaos.

There was no answer.

How are the casualties? Thoth asked, disquieted but clearly ready to move on.

Considerable. In line with expectations. I watched a clutch of dwarves under attack by a group of primate-style aberrations that always gave the infantry so much trouble. Magic flowed through my veins as I prepared to form a multifold glyph, outer circle formed from super-heated fire while the inner runes served to heal the dwarves. The dwarves all died before the outer circle formed as their defenses crumbled, and the sadistic monsters tore them limb from limb. I hissed, feeling annoyance. Not that the dwarves had died, but at myself, for trying to save them at all. Half left. Maybe less. Same as it always was without the orcs. Like you said. Ume screwed us from the start.

Any of the titans show yet?

I shook my head, melancholy as I always was at this point of the cycle.

Every soldier that falls in a hopeless battle is a possible mage in the next iteration. Thoth pointed out. She was trying, in her own way, to comfort me.

Lifetimes ago.

Youd rather every sin weve committed be in vain? I asked coldly.

Her eyes darted back and forth. With Ume undermining us this iteration, and that shit in Lese the iteration before, we havent had an ideal iteration in a while. What if we tried againjust one more, now that hes out of our hair?

Out of our hair

I stared down at where Umes head had landed, after shed tossed it away. The nausea returned, so powerful and overwhelming I nearly wretched. Once hed started showing the signs itd escalated quicker than the others. His inability to sleep, anger, and constant lashing out at everyone who looked at him wrong almost effortlessly transitioned to killing without purpose. The last time Id talked to him, hed barely made sense, spouting more half-babbled delusions of grandeur than anything approaching sane.

And when Id told Thoth how far gone he was, shed immediately volunteered. Saw it as more challenge than tragedy.

Had he really meant so little to her?

Its time to face the facts. This isnt working, I said, extending my arm out towards the battlefield. One more run isnt going to change that. Even if you found a way to put the fear of the gods into the Orcs and brought them to our side in a single iterationwhich, be honest, its going to take more than one to get it right without Umeit wouldnt matter. Weve had them on our side for this before. Every time they fight, they fall. If we expend ourselves to mitigate the losses and engage the titans in a weakened state, they skewer us. If we save every portion of our reserves for the titans themselves and miraculously survive the battle, we, and everyone else, dies in the aftermath.

But

We need a stronger force. And for that to happen, I need to reach the summit. I said, my voice final.

After letting that settle, I whispered. Its been decades since I reached the third tier of life magic. And ever since, I havent progressed. Not even a little. I need the power that only you can give me.

Thoths face grew paler, skin ghostly white. But after a moment, her jaw set. Because of the numbness.

Nothing shocks me anymore. Nothing hurts me anymore. Its like the person I was died a long time ago, and my body and mind are simply going through the motions. My soul hasnt changed in countless iterations. Im stuck in equilibrium.

Though the whites of her eyes grew red, Thoth didnt cry. It was possible she wasnt even capable of it anymore.

The sound of battle grew distant, more scattered. Another loss. Same as always.

How many iterations do we even have left? A hundred? I asked quietly.

Thoth shook her head.

Less than that.

Its not just my soul. As I continued, a feeling of heaviness pressed down on me. I cant even see them anymore. Theyre all just numbers in my head. People who can contribute to the fight and people who cant.

No answer.

Even if wed agreed on it as a hypothetical, it was much harder to face in practice. She needed more. She needed hope. I bit my lip, already regretting the cruelty of what I was about to do. Itll take some time to get my head right. And a lot of focused, intentional effort to break through. But maybe, after a few iterations on your own, after all this accumulated blood is washed away, I could see youand myselfwithout the taint of everything weve done and we can start anew.

Thoth froze, every muscle in her body taut. I saw the calculations behind her eyes, the possibility of loss suddenly tempered with how badly she wanted the potential gain. Do you really believe that? She asked me.

Yes. I lied.

The truth was, all I wanted was a way out. To breathe again. To get away from the constant reminder of the person I was, the person Id become. The monster Id created.

And I would have said anything to make that happen.

Slowly, Thoth reached towards the sheath on her belt. And drew the ceremonial dagger, reflective silver still red with Umes blood.

I tensed, instinctively reaching for my blade.

You ask too much. She growled.