Vol. 3 Chap. 147 It's Not Smart, But Maybe It's Right

Vol. 3 Chap. 147 It's Not Smart, But Maybe It's Right

There was a sticky feeling to the moment. A second that stretched past all normal bounds, tugged long by fear and lucid madness. Taffy time, glued to a fools fingers. Truth had no idea what the hell was going on with the phoenix. Not one clue. Nothing good, if the whole base was mining it. Lotta cosmic energy running through those pipes though. Lots of heat. And it was so strong, it took a room full of pylons, altars and other ritual tools to keep it crucified.

He called Cup and Knife into his mind. This was wrong. This was so wrong. This was an utter perversion of how the world was supposed to be. Even if you thought that God took this world from demons and gave it to humans, crucifying a phoenix to power body-hijacking a little girl just couldnt be right.

The spellform spilled out of his hand. He had never noticed before, but he could see how rough it looked compared to something like Incisive or Graemes Arrow. It looked janky. Vek had done his best, but he had never understood what Manda showed him. He just scribbled down what he could.

He could work with jank. There was a load of free energy in the air. The exploding pylons were releasing geysers of it. He sacrificed the magic in him and let the spellform start its work. Triggering a magical cascade in the wider world. Sweeping up that free energy and slamming it into the spells keeping the phoenix crucified.

It was like trying to put out a volcano with a cup of water. The spells were built by level Eights and Nines, and fueled by the Phoenixs own magic. Truths little magic was never going to overpower that. The magic raged and struggled and fizzled out.

The PMC deathsworn were spinning around now. Spells coming online. Twenty Level Threes, one Level Four. Less than a second to do something. High level coming down the tunnels. Maybe more than one. Dead for sure. Dead for absolutely certain. Nowhere to run, no way to fight.

He locked eyes with the Phoenix. There was intelligence in them. A kind of brutal cunning. Encouragement. And maybe he was projecting in this final lucid moment but it looked like there was acceptance there too.

He didnt have any other useful spells. He summoned Cup and Knife into existence once more. The Phoenix did it just nod its head? Why? It saw the spell fail once before. Cup and knife fixes things. It corrects them. It kills demons. A weapon of spiritual combat, taught personally to Vek by the angel of Revelation.

He aimed it straight at the Phoenix, and cast. More and more pylons exploded. He could hear Incisive screaming at him. DANGER! DANGER! RUN! BE A GOOD LITTLE RAT AND RUN!

He stood his ground and cast.

There had been enchantments protecting the Phoenix. He could see the ruins of them. Cup and Knife slammed into the vast Demon. It should have vanished again. It should have shattered into nothing against the Phoenixs own magic. He could feel the spell sinking in, welcomed. Then, muffled through the explosions and the heavy, deadening hood came a basso yell-

[[RUN. NOW.]]

Truth turned and ran flat out. The protective suit strained to keep up with him. Tried to anchor him in place. It didnt get a vote. He was sprinting for the door, dodging spells as best he could. There was a crumbling noise behind him. He could feel the magic in the room go crazy, the energy exploding chaotically. He could see spells just miss him, thrown off by the random shifts in energy. Feel them prematurely explode.

The room went white. He could feel the heat shedding spells strain under the pressure. Were they exploding? He couldnt tell for sure. He kept running. At the tunnel. Up the tunnel. Relying on Incisive to keep him from slamming into a wall. There was a huge rush of air coming from behind him. No, not air, gas! Poison gas!

There was a different sort of pressure now. How fast did the lava move through the tubes? He didnt know. He kept running. Was he missing his turns? He didnt know. He couldnt see. The light spells were they even still working? He couldnt tell- he was in the swirling yellow gas now, and the walls were incandescent. The walls were blinding him.

He felt danger coming from up ahead. Was there an opening? He jolted to his right and kept running. The danger swept past him, rushing down the tunnel. Did they think they could stop the Lava? Maybe they could. He hoped they were wrong.

There was a series of deep booms, audible even through the sound deadening poison gas. The pressure of the heat was only increasing. At a guess if that senior could stop the lava normally, he couldnt stop a Phoenixs suicide.

Ah. Right. It wasnt just lava. It was the Phoenixs blood. He had no idea what that would do to basalt, other than make it very hot. He tried to run faster, and was disappointed to find that he could not. He was moving at nearly a hundred kilometers an hour through lava tubes, and he knew damn well it wasnt fast enough.

Running through the burning earth, already lost and getting more so by the second. He didnt know how long he ran. At the speed he was moving, it couldnt have been that long. The incandescence was dimming a little. He still couldnt tell if the light spells were working or not. He wasnt going to stop and check. He certainly wouldnt be taking the helmet off in any case.

[[Never had any trouble with the Shattervoid. Never had any contact with them at all, really. Knew about them, of course. I could see them nosing around. She is another one of Starbrites little lab experiments? Oh wait, was he draining the magic out of me to do something to her?]]

Yes! Well, that was his guess, anyway.

[[Hmm. Why lava in the base?]]

Melt the lead curse tablets! Shes heat resistant! Funny, he wouldnt have thought he could still get short breath, but here he was. Gasping in the damn suit. He must be shredding it. There is no way it was designed to work like this. Move this fast. It must be hanging on by a literal thread.

[[Eh? Kid. You wanted to trigger a volcano to melt lead? This was seriously the best plan you could come up with?]]

Yes. Truth gasped.

There was another long pause. He could feel the Phoenix judging him. The judgment was unkind.

[[Well, I cant control the lava flow now. On account of being dead. And its far more than I could have stopped anyway. If I was going to stop it. Which I wasnt, because why would I?]]

Ah. Fuck.

[[On the other hand, if you really are suicidal enough to want to go back to the base, I think it can survive with its shields and construction for twenty minutes. Probably. I could only see so much. Call it fifteen minutes to be safe. Certainly at least ten. Yes. Ten minutes. I am at least eighty percent sure it can last that long. Left again, if thats really where you want to go, by the way.]]

Well, there would certainly be nothing in the base that would slow him down! Yes, this was very sane, very smart. Mmmhmm. He went left.

[[I was going to lead you out of the volcano as a thank you for the rescue. So we arent actually anywhere particularly near the entrence. But, there is a bend in this tube that will get you within a couple of meters of the base, and the basalt is getting comparatively soft, so if you have a way to dig it out, you might be able to tunnel your way in. Also you will leave behind a hole that will have lava shooting directly into the base.]]

Great. Thank you.

The phoenix steered him through two more turns then- [[This patch of wall here. I wont be joining you- their wards would shred my soul. Good luck. If you survive this, and the next few decades, and my terrible revenge on humanity, come find me and say Hi.]]

Truth had the Tongue out and was hacking away. Soft really was only a comparative measure. It was still damn hard. The Tongue was forged with a piece of an angelic weapon made for fighting the armies of Hell. It could take the beating. And the heat.

[[I dont know why I thought you would have a spell for that. Based on all available evidence, of course you would dig through basalt with a sword. Well. Thanks anyway.]]

He was able to cut away decent sized blocks of the basalt. It was terrifyingly hot. Would the

Fuck. He would flood the base with poison gas. The shattervoid girl would be fine, she was born to travel the void. But everyone else? He hacked away faster. The tongue eventually bounced off something in a shower of sparks. Cement. Enchanted cement. The wall of the base.

Truth grinned horribly under the helmet and cast Obliteration He didnt need a very big hole in the wards. It took a few more seconds to open up a decent sized patch. Big enough for him to jump through. A bit more hacking through the rebar and-

And Truth found out the hard way that the poison gas could, in fact, explode.