Chapter 249: Seeing Where Things Lead

Chapter 249: Seeing Where Things Lead

The first Coreless that I raised ended up being more than enough to turn the tide of battle, though I couldnt do much more than give vague commands. Occasionally, when his mind managed to momentarily use my distraction to pull itself ever-so-slightly out of the dark that I had shoved it in, I found myself with a greater understanding of the battle; flashes of his perspective crowded the edge of my vision, something similar to when I rode the perspective of my [Little Guardians Totem] bearers, if a bit weaker. Less consistent - though maybe that would have changed if he wasnt shoved so far into the dark.Visitt novelbin(.)co/m for the latest updates

I didnt let him out, though. I could tell that if I did that, he would stop fighting the other Coreless.

The distraction that he provided allowed me to sneak closer to one of the other Coreless, and I did to that one what I had done to the first - and like the first, he fell to the ground in a screaming heap, death essence spreading through his body. I used more that time; my experience with the first was enough for me to know that any leftover death essence when he died wouldnt be wasted. Instead, it would be what kept the body moving.

Because of that, unlike the first, he died fast.

Even without the thought-light, I would have felt his death. [Life Hunter] activated again - and again, it wasnt nearly enough to bring me back from my undeath. But that was okay; I wasnt worried about that. I had time.

As the Coreless life force entered my body, I twisted at the death essence that remained in his, cutting off the thought-lights message.

Mana-Infused ./././.././ D-

Then, hiding in my safe-place within the floor again, tail held firmly in my mouth and mana already beginning to restore itself, I set my newest minion to work.

By then, my victory was all but guaranteed.

I pulled free from my safe-place for the last time, [The Golems Fading Heart] forcing stone to smooth itself out in front and behind me as I moved. Five new minions greeted me, each with lines of black slithering across their skin, each set of black gifted to a new Coreless during the times I had slithered back up to the surface - something that had only become easier as the blasphemous Coreless became outnumbered by their undead counterparts. Some of those undead were barely holding themselves together; the first Coreless that I had brought back was almost entirely ruined, his throat cut deeply enough to make his head wobble just a little more than it should have. More importantly, the death essence keeping him moving was almost gone, the final dregs still doing their best to stitch his skin back together.

It failed, the well of power drying up, and the corpse toppled with a clatter of ore-flesh.

Mana-Infused ./././.././ Defeated.

Calculating ./././.././ Strength.

Requisite Experience Awarded. Reduced Due To Assistance Received.

It was a little depressing, since I had a brief hope that I could use [Transient Reanimation] to keep the Great Cores Coreless alive - undead? - no matter what happened to them, ensuring that those who served the Great Core would eventually overpower all of their enemies through sheer numbers through being unable to permanently die as long as I existed to revive them, but it hadnt been a realistic hope anyway. I doubted that I would be able to keep many undead moving at once, even if there weren't any limits on how long they could stay dead before [Transient Reanimation] stopped working. I only had so much death essence to go around, and their undeath constantly drained at what bits I filled them with; I would have had to pick and choose the strongest Coreless for revival, and just leave all of the others dead.

A horde of the faithful undead would have never worked out.

Still, it was good that I knew some of [Transient Reanimation]s limitations now.

With that done, I turned my attention back towards the still-watching Coreless. They hadnt moved, still attached to their sleep-surfaces.

Whichof course they were. They couldnt get off of them. That was the point of the threads of ore-flesh that kept them there. I had forgotten.

With a quick mental command, my remaining four undead Coreless each moved towards a different sleep-surface.

The sounds of ore-flesh against ore-flesh rapidly filled the cavern.

It took longer than I expected for the first of the threads to snap, but eventually they did.

David watched, having a hard time believing what he was seeing. His mind felt frayed, having gone through too many conflicting emotions too quickly. First there was seeing the Ascended, and the fear that came with it. Then there was noticing the armor draped across its scales and the healing it was providing to the infirmarys injured, and the relief that followed. Then there was watching the thing seemingly die - and David was pretty certain that it actually had died, considering what came afterwards. Watching Garrick actually die. Being threatened by the guards for not tossing null-water at the Ascended. Seeing Devon die and come back to life - and on and on it went.

He was feeling extremely overwhelmed.

By the time that the possibly-dead-but-definitely-not Ascended turned the previously hostile guards towards breaking the chains that kept the infirmarys patients attached to their beds, that overwhelmed feeling had turned into a helplessness that just urged him to go along with whatever the tiny Ascended wanted and hope that it turned out for the best.

That didnt stop him from stripping Devons corpse, though. The mans gear had seen better days, but David hadnt had such good gear in all his days. He probably could have never hoped to. It fit pretty well, all things considered. Only chafed a little bit and, really, Devons weird dead person smell wasnt that bad. Itd wash off.

He decided to chalk it all up as a win.

Possible freedom? Riches in the form of suddenly ownerless enchanted gear? A possible connection to either an Ascended friendly enough to heal people (as long as they didnt attack it, at least) or someone that had tamed an Ascended well enough that it could be sent out on its own?

The more he thought about it, the better it all seemed. David had hated being stuck in the mines, anyway. Might as well see where things led.