Chapter 246: Chaos For The Fly(1/1)

Chapter 246: Chaos For The Fly(1/1)

(A/N: No more chapters split into 2 from this point on (I removed too many chapters from the site for there to be any point in doing this))

My first question is How would we do it? Edmund asked.

It was as good of a place to start as any.

Sylver ran his hands down his femurs and flicked away yet another piece of metal sticking out of his bones.

If I use the demon core, Ill be able to mold the metal tree into a rudimentary kinetic framework. Using the energy gathered inside the pyramid, we send a packet onto the smallest moon. Assuming the angle is correct, and the math doesnt fail, the moons spin will be reduced, Sylver explained, as Edmund nodded along.

The decrease in rotational energy will pull it closer to the bigger moon, reducing the diameter of their orbit Eiras mana is affected due to the displacement, but the environmental effects would be minimal Thats a lot more refined than I was expecting, Edmund said. anyone else, that would have been an insult. But from Edmund, a man who spent more time with Sylver than anyone living or alive, it was merely a statement of fact. For Sylver, this was quite refined.

Saves us the trouble of calculating its path through space, and whether or not it will be swallowed up by the suns. Also, I doubt the energy left in the pyramid would be sufficient for anything more than a minor rotational adjustment Sylver said.

When you say minor, how minor are we talking about? Edmund asked.

Sylver lifted a hand to scratch his recently healed chin.

The smaller moon takes 42 days to make a full rotation Assuming at least 50% of the packet arrives 3 days? Give or-

3 days? Edmund asked, a bit louder than he intended. You call adjusting the moon by more than 7% minor? Between the shift in mass alone the-

Im aware of the repercussions but do keep in mind that this isnt something we can do a second time if the first isnt enough. We aim for 3 days, and if it slows down by only 1 or 2, it still works. The sea level will rise by what? Sylver asked as Edmund did a quick calculation.

A lot. It will rise by a lot. Do you even know how high the water plateaus are on this side of Eira? Edmund asked.

It was a rhetorical question, given that Sylver didnt even know how high the water plateaus were on his side of Eira.

3 kilometers? Sylver guessed.

Hed only ever seen them from far away.

Close, 15 and a half, on a good month. A 1% decrease will mean the sea level will rise by 155 meters, and unless Im mistaken, a 3-day decrease in speed will mean at least a 500-meter increase, if not more. Well be lucky if theres any land left after this, Edmund explained as Sylver picked away at his femur.

500 meters over 800 years. The moons wont just snap into their new places. The mana disturbance will be instant, it will be centuries before anyone even notices the physical changes. By the time the rising sea level becomes an actual issue, well either be powerful enough to solve it ourselves, or someone would have already sorted it out for us, Sylver countered.

Edmund gestured at the fire and made it flare up so it didnt die out.

If anyone finds out about this Can we even handle a 5th tier mage coming at us? 6th tier? 10th tier? Edmund asked.

Why dont we ask all the people who came here to stop the demon summoning? The demon summoning, that was going to have consequences far far worse than what were doing, Sylver said with a wave of the hand towards the general lack of people.

And Sophia? Assuming shes alive, Edmund asked.

If shes alive, Ill think of something, Sylver said.

How will we deal with the kickback? Such a huge amount of kinetic energy will-

They stuck a realm anchor into her, Sylver said interrupted.

Edmund waited a moment, to allow the shock to settle.

Since were talking about her If we do this, we wont have enough to heal her, Edmund said.

Sylver scowled as he pushed the memory of the shell being split apart out of his mind.

We dont have enough to heal her even if we dont do this. We might have enough to move the heart back where it should be, maybe kickstart it, and thats if Im being extremely optimistic. But unless we close the shell, and then repair it, it would be a complete waste of effort, Sylver said, with a vague gesture towards the cloudy sky above them.

How many people would you need to fix her? Edmund asked.

Sylver waved the question away.

Half a million would be where we start. And thats just sealing the shell. Healing her would push the number closer to 2 million, maybe even 3, I cant say for certain. This sort of magic is useless on this scale, healing her back then was pushing it as it was, Sylver said.

And even if we do heal her, somehow, how do we deal with the realm anchor? Edmund thought out loud.

Its most likely anchored to the demon realm. But I know Im not going to go there to check, and I know Im not going to let you go there to check. And asking a demon to pull it out for us is pointless because-

That would be aiding a demi-god, and they cant do that Well decide how to heal Tuli later... So, you mold the demon tree into a spell that will slow the spin of the smaller moon down. Eiras magic shifts suddenly, and in 800 or so years, half the world will drown from rising sea levels, Edmund said.

Alternatively, we do nothing, and spend the rest of our lives regretting not taking the chance to sift through all of Eira for the people were both responsible for, Sylver offered. He put a slight emphasis on the word responsible.

This isnt sifting, this is putting the realm into a mortar and hoping the pestle doesnt crush our people along with everyone else, Edmund said.

Im not saying we should do it just because we can. But how likely are we to have this opportunity again? Youre the one who wanted to do something, this is that something. It might not be as fun as taking on an army of Krists or decimating the Council, but its certainly better than waiting for Chrys to find someone, Sylver said.

This is too much. Even for you. For us. If we-

Its not too much for me, Sylver interrupted.

Edmund lifted his head to look at Sylver and saw that his eyes were focused on the rusted book Edmund was using as a seat. Sylver didnt say anything and allowed the silence to linger.

That was different, Edmund said.

Sylver shrugged his shoulders.

Not to me. If anything, this is much less than what that was, Sylver said.

We were under a direct threat, you didnt know what you were doing, and-

Do you want to have this argument again? Because I dont. You made yourself very clear the last time we tried to discuss this. We have less than an hour until the mana leaking out of the pyramid gets low enough that there wont be any point trying. Just admit youre worried about the potential casualties, Sylver said.

Edmund stood up and gripped the fabric-wrapped book in his hand. He spoke in a hushed tense voice and gestured at Sylver with the book as if he was about to hit him with it.

Do you know how many people live near the coast? How flat the land on this side of Eira is? How far inland the seas will reach in the next 50 years alone? Or you know what, forget the water. Teleportation networks use the moons to navigate, this will cripple all of them. And without their network, trading will grind to a halt.

On top of that, cities will be left without barriers, monsters will rush in, healing spells with fail, changes in the weather will alter the humidity and atmospheric pressure, crops will wilt, which will lead to famine, famine will lead to war, and war will lead to-

I dont care, Sylver said.

Edmund made that face.

The face, as Sylver often referred to it. It wasnt anything physical, it was just the way his eyes looked at him. An insulating mixture of pity, shame, and a hint of anger, all tied together by a humble sense of superiority.

What made it all the worse, what made it the face, as opposed to one of Edmunds many other faces, was that it was completely involuntary. He didnt have a clue that he was doing it and genuinely didnt know what Sylver was talking about, regardless of how many times he attempted to point it out to him.

All the other people who knew Edmund personally also had no idea what Sylver was talking about. Sylvers best guess was that he was the only person that could disappoint Edmund as deeply as Sylver was able to.

If I could have both, Id have both. If I could shake Eira and find at least 1 Ibis member, and not hurt a single person or creature in the process, Id do that, Sylver said calmly.

But you cant, Edmund said.

I heard, yeah, Faust said.

And you dont care? Edmund asked.

Syl knows what hes doing, Faust answered.

Millions are going to be affected, Edmund said.

Sucks for them, Faust said without so much as a snicker.

Sylver on the other hand, snickered, tried to cover his mouth, and then gave up and began to openly laugh.

Edmund kept his serious face on, but as Sylver continued laughing, he gradually joined in, and as the two of them laughed while wiping tears out of their respective eyes, Faust just stood there, mildly confused.

Where do you find these guys? Edmund asked, as he took a deep breath, and calmed down.

Birds of a feather, Sylver answered, as he mirrored Edmund and took a fake deep breath to compose himself.

Alright. Faust, please stand guard. Edmund, channel your mana into that spot above that branch. On my signal, activate the framework, Sylver said, with a gesture towards the branch in question.

With the demon core, Sylver might have been able to do everything himself. The problem was that there was a big difference between using basic telekinesis and performing a proper spell, on a not insignificantly large scale. Lack of mana aside, this sort of long-range large-scale spell was more in line with Edmunds magic, than Sylvers.

Sylver took his position near the base of the tree, removed the restriction that had been holding the energy inside the pyramid below, and as the power rushed through the tree trunk and spread into the branches, the shade standing near Edmund gave the signal, and Edmund took over.

Regardless of context, it was a pleasure to see a master at work. And although it didnt show on his face, Sylver could tell Edmund had missed being part of something this exciting.

The frameworks carved into the metal flickered briefly with light. Hundreds upon thousands of magical circuits came to life, manipulated, and transformed the raw energy, and mixed it, all in the time it took a person to blink.

The crack in Tulis shell, which was previously obstructed by the clouds that had been created from seawater boiling somewhere inside Tulis boy, were now partially clear, as a circular hole appeared in them.

After a few seconds, the hole disappeared, and the sky was once again hidden by the clouds.

Sylver jumped up to the branch Edmund was standing on. Edmund continued staring through the clouds.

19 seconds to reach the moon. 15 seconds for the framework to form on the moons surface. 3 seconds for the compressed energy to get converted into kinetic. And half a second for it to slow the moon down, Sylver said out loud, as Edmund continued staring at the clouds.

Looks good so far, Edmund said.

22, 23, 24, 25, Sylver counted in his head, while he waited for Edmund to tell him something didnt look right.

31, 32, 33, 34, Edmund remained silent and continued squinting his eyes at the clouds above.

35, 36, 37, Edmund-

[Trait [Calamitous Abomination] has been removed!]

[Trait [Corrupting Abomination]

-By your actions, you have marred your very essence, and have created an abomination.

-By your actions, you have marred the essence of the world, and have created an abomination.

-Your existence will lead to further calamity.

-Whoever kills you will receive your total levels.

-Current amount of levels being offered: 173.

-Anyone that is successful at seeing your status will be informed of this.

Everything looks fine. The surface cracked a bit, but thats to be expected, Edmund said explained.

Both he and Sylver heard a quiet ping, as something metallic fell to the floor. Next to Syvlers foot, there lay a small metal rib.

And it took Sylver far too long to realize what he was looking at.

The ribcage inside his ribcage, the one that was indestructible, by way of a rune, was now as destructible as the rest of Sylver was. The pressure his outer ribcage was pressing onto it was causing the thing to get crushed, which resulted in the thin welded-together metal breaking apart.

The chainmail-like material that had been draped over it, to prevent swords and arrows from sliding into it, exploded out of Sylvers chest area as if it was a splash of blood.

Sylver was too busy trying to keep his insides inside, to notice that the area around them was now drenched in a bright red light. He eventually lifted his head and looked up.

He could see the neon red moon glowing through the clouds above, clear as if he was staring at the sun.

Edmund didnt say anything, he just scowled.

Down on the ground, Faust was also looking at the moon, albeit with a somewhat bored expression.

Was that supposed to happen? Faust shouted at the two arch-mages standing on top of the demon metal tree.

Sure, Sylver responded. Why not, he thought to himself, as he returned to not breaking the toothpick-thin needle trapped inside what was now warping brittle metal.

When all else failed, Sylver used [Fog Form] to get the entire ribcage out of his body. With the demon core, he forced the metal ribcage to open up, and with a careful hand, he took out his needle, his [Rune Of Infinite Summoning], and [Xanders Waystone].

All three looked tiny in his giant bone hand.

Sylver felt Edmunds glare on the side of his head, and he spoke in the language only they knew.

Its glowing, Edmund said.

I know, I see it too, Sylver said as if ignoring it would make it go away.

What-

Edmund didnt finish his question, as the bright red glow that had illuminated the inside of Tulis shell disappeared. Apparently ignoring it did make it go away.

Why was it glowing? Edmund asked.

Red Mana Shift. RMS for short, Sylver answered with the confidence that would have fooled quite literally anyone else. But it was useless against Edmund.

Why was it glowing? Edmund repeated.

Sylver used the demon core to compress and mold the previously indestructible ribcage into the shape of a conical seashell, building layer upon layer of metal.

I dont know. Maybe its a sign that we woke a demigod that was sleeping on the moon. Your guess is, not only as good, but better than anything I can come up with, Sylver said, as he used [Fog Form] to materialize on the ground, along with the metal seashell.

Edmund simply fell and landed near him.

Now what? Faust asked as Sylver felt something above him.

He looked up to see two enormous silver wings, spread out from the back of a redheaded woman. Her bright red robe was stretched thin around her body as if it had shrunk. But as Sophia got closer, Sylver saw that it was the other way round, and she was the one that had grown.

There was a group of priests and paladins directly above her, all standing on her wings, as she slowly fell downwards. The priests, which had previously been a mixture of blond, brunette, and black hair, now sported a bright shade of red, a smidge darker than Sophias.

As Sophia landed a few steps away from Sylver, Edmund, and Faust, Sylver considered what was the best way to approach this.