Chapter 2257

Chapter 2257

Randidly had worried he wouldn’t know exactly where to find Deganawidah, the Thrice-Drowned, when he headed West from Homewell with Lowanna. He walked toward the Nether host that sat on the horizon, his senses tingling as he felt the breadth of the second wave of Nether violence, a vast machine of antagonism that had been hissing and clicking in the dark like cooling automobile for hundreds of years and now finally roared to life, spewing hatred and stringy grey clouds.

Yet all he had to do was orient himself toward the weeping sense of desolation, trace the bleakest clouds back to their source, to find the Nether Warlord he sought. The opposition stained existence with his presence, bleeding slowly outward. Even the vast and wild Badlands seemed to be withering under his touch, the sand stinging less as it whipped past legs, the distant hills looking less ominous and more forlorn.

Randidly and Lowanna both made no secret of their passage, releasing their patterns into the air and holding their own against the crouched antagonism of the army. Different flows of energy sparked and ground against one another, seeking to break the foreign patterns down. For the first time, Randidly could see the complex interplays of Nether politics, laid bare in the intersection of patterns.

Randidly’s complex and rotating energy entered into a tense standoff with the ambient flows of the army, his too pure for theirs to overwhelm, and theirs too massive for Randidly to attempt to unravel, but the army’s Nether begrudgingly gave way before the neat and imaginative patterns released by Lowanna. He could see the stubbornness in those patterns, the joy and the chaotic violence, cowed by the Nether Arbiter and the supreme, irresistible weight she carried by holding the Phaea of all Nether Beings.

Considering that the old engines of Nether violence had restarted, Randidly wondered how long this deference would remain. His eyes flicked back and forth, watching for any movement in the distance.

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Randidly sensed several troops of Nether Warriors shifting around them, allowing them past the edges of the Nether army and underneath the long shadows cast by the clouds above. Those dense patterns of Deganawidah that radiated fear grew more thickly clustered as they approached. They waded deeper, even as the resistance sizzled against their skin. Pressing his lips together, Randidly continued to lead the way. He created a bubble of gravitational force around Lowanna, to aid her movement behind him.

Step by step, he ate away the distance. He plunged right through the humming heart of the frightful radiations. Walking deeply into the thick Nether Patterns, Randidly’s Nether Core began to spin wildly. He sensed the way to evolve his own Nether with the insights he had gained in the fight against Illia, but for now he refrained from altering his Nether and unraveling the pressure.

It almost seemed disrespectful, to throw the lessons taught to his student back into this figure’s face.

When he arrived at the meeting spot, Randidly knew instantly. Deganawidah the Thrice-Drowned waited for his visitors alone, on top of a rocky bluff of little note. In fact, it was the lowest of three similar outcroppings in the area.

Yet the baleful figure crouched atop those rocks made all the difference. Low clouds hung directly over his head, creating a fluffy iron halo.

When it reached Deganawidah, he flicked a finger and melted away the barrier. He sank his fingers into the Nether Prince, disbelief clear on his features. For the first time since Randidly and Lowanna had arrived, his mouth closed and hid his golden teeth.

Without those small sources of glimmers, he seemed to be an even more dour being.

“This was lost. Taken. Plundered.” Deganawidah said.

Randidly nodded slowly, his skin tingling. “I retrieved it. She... was a great Nether Warrior. Her death lessens the world.”

“You speak honestly. Tch,” The evil humpty-dumpty raised his gaze and scanned Randidly. His attention possessed physical force, so Randidly had to stiffen to keep himself from swaying. Deganawidah’s lips undulated on his face, as though part of him fought to say something, while another part restrained his words.

“Truth be told, we have no Nether between us Hungry Eye.” With a gesture, the Nether Prince vanished, pulled into the swirling morass of Nether Deganawidah maintained behind his body. Those low clouds seemed to press closer. He still stared at Randidly. “For that reason, I had assumed we would meet and I would kill you. How strange. You only started accumulating significance here recently? But why- Hum”

Randidly’s eyebrows rose as huge quantities of Nether began to shift. In one of the most casual displays of power he had ever witnessed, Deganawidah twirled a finger and unleashed a veritable torrent of Nether in the fabric of reality around Randidly. More than the motion and force of the shift, what astounded him was the lack of violence. This fat river didn’t attack him directly or do any damage, simply flowed so quickly that it began to spit and burn-

-when it ground up against lines of significance he had sewn in the past, to other beings. A whole web of connections came fitfully to life, lifted out of the invisible underbelly of existence. Around them, the memory began to tremble.

Right when it occurred to Randidly how dangerous this was becoming, a new expression came across Deganawidah’s face: genuine surprise. This time the smile curled upward at the edges, attempting to fold in on itself and revealing gold teeth. “Truly, the more I look at you, the more peculiar you become. Why is it that you possess a connection... to one within the army I lead?”

A whole new wave of Nether surged, this time in the distance. The clouds rumbled. In the next instant, a lanky body smacked into the ground in front of the rocking outcropping on which Deganawidah sat. Only after the figure had tumbled forward and bounced to a stop did Randidly recognize him.

The bewildered, horrified face of the Nether King from the present looked up at Randidly.

The smile on Deganawidah’s face curled even further up, its arc meandering up and back down and then back up as it crossed its face, as though different parts of the smile had different opinions on how amused the ancient figure was. “Very. Peculiar.”