Chapter 102

Chapter 102

Liz paced around their shared living quarters. She was restless and irritable. Matt had been gone for so long, and she was stuck here. The days had passed agonizingly slowly, with nothing to do but observe.

She just hated being forced to sit around, unable to act.

At first she tried to lose herself in alchemy, but she could never keep focused long enough, and kept ruining her mixtures. Even Conor and Emily tried to keep her distracted in their own ways. The partys healing cooldown was just over halfway done but she needed to start moving again. Now. But there was still a long way to go.

The situation outside wasnt looking entirely awful, but it wasnt anywhere near good.

It may have been self-centered or egotistical, but Liz believed she could make a real difference. She just needed the chance.

***

Albert was doing hanging crunches when his AI pinged.

He tried to ignore it as he concentrated on his form and aching abdominal muscles. Out of habit, he flicked his attention to the message to skim the subject at least.

In sudden shock, his legs slipped from the bar and he plummeted to the ground.

The impact didnt even register as he started to laugh.

Sara was dead!

He smiled as he flexed his newly formed Concept from his time with the Shard of Reality.

Things were looking up. Now she would be in the same situation he had been in. She might have contingencies set up but he doubted she would have counters in place for what he intended.

***

Sara cursed as she popped in the hospital above a bed. A cracker stacked high with cheese and meat half hovered an inch in front of her open mouth wiggled ominously.

What the fuck!? Realization hit, followed up quickly by, How did I die!?

The Healer pressed a hand to her arm before nodding a few times as his eyes flicked back and forth.

Simulated poison in the cracker before that one. Seeing her confusion, the Healer explained, No one is going to risk actual death with something that dangerous. No actual damage done, so youre free to go.

Sara glared at the cracker in her hand before asking, Simulated poison? So is this safe?

At the Healers nod, she chomped down, making sure to savor the flavor. It was the only enjoyment she was going to get out of her day, after all.

Thankfully, shed prepared for this scenario. Her subordinates knew what to do next. And while she couldnt command her own people during her healing cooldown, bribing the Kingdoms hierarchy was another matter.

Proper planning prevents piss poor performance.

This inconvenience may slow her down even further, but she could recover. She had multiple layers of contingency in place for a reason.

She started at the bottom of the Pather and Kingdom personnel who weren't a part of the greater plan.

Sara only needed to stall for another week and a half.

Amber should already be making calls now that Saras death was reported. While she was on her cooldown, she might as well give her mother an update and see how the real war was progressing.

***

Matt was sitting in his command tent with half a dozen of his most influential officers, listening to a brief from their scouts. Suddenly, a message from Princess Saras right hand woman, Amber, came in, asking for a conversation.

He was going to dismiss it out of hand, but thought better of it. Making a quick excuse, he backed out of the room while everyone discussed the ramifications of this plan or that plan.

It was fairly moot. The Kingdom forces currently lacked the manpower to accomplish anything truly significant.

When he accepted the call, he found a smiling virtual head waiting for him.

Hello, Matt. I know youre busy and dont appreciate the normal political wordplay, so Ill cut to the chase. I want to talk with you about coming over to our side for the remainder of this war.

Matt should have expected it, but he was still taken off guard by the request.

Amber seemed to take his speechlessness as permission to continue her pitch.

I'll ensure you are well compensated. After your win in the duel arena, we noticed the [Side Slide] skill vanished. With your teammate Annies survival of the ambush, we can put two and two together.

Matt nodded slightly at that. It was an easy enough deduction, so there was no point trying to hide it. But he wasn't sure how that related to him and the Queendom.

Amber continued, Obviously you used your own duel winnings to help her get such a high value chase item. Which would mean, with your team's recent deaths, that youre all rather low on points. So, I took the liberty of buying [Cracked Breach] myself.

He internally panicked as he checked the points store to find the skill, along with several other high-cost items, gone.

We would be quite willing to give you the skill. All were asking in return is that you use it to help us level the final cities. It would be a double win for you, since youd earn a queens ransom of contribution points in the process. Amber finished with a beaming smile.

Matt could feel the temptation bubbling up inside of him. It was an incredibly generous offer, and with a few notable exceptions, the Kingdom had not enamored itself to him. That skill was perfect for him. He honestly hadn't considered that anyone else would buy the skill. It was a cracked skill that needed massive amounts of mana to properly use.

Any normal mage would have to wait at least a few Tiers before they had enough mana to make it consistently useful. Technically, anyone could use the skill if they had enough mana to initially cast it, and others fed them converted mana afterwards. It was just that most people didn't have a spare 10,000 mana to throw away on a single shot of a skill, or a battalion of support mages to feed them more mana.

But that was the problem. Amber, and through her Princess Sara, wanted him to cast the spell now. Matt had a maximum mana of 80, and the 100 mana was needed upfront to cast it. Nothing he could do would allow him to cast the spell without Tiering up first to double his maximum mana again. But that wasnt an option, since hed be removed from the war the moment he became a Tier 7.

He was also afraid to try and brute force the skill to lower its cost, considering the skills additional cracked effect preventing the initial cost from being lowered further.. He wasn't sure if it was a hard limitation, or if it meant that the skill couldn't stabilize with less mana. An unstable siege skill would be like an unstable mana canon. Every shot came with the risk of just exploding instead of firing at the target, and he didn't want the equivalent of a mana cannon detonating inside of him.

Matt couldnt accept the bribe, no matter how much he wanted to. When he couldnt follow through on casting [Cracked Breach], it would reveal that his Concept wasnt responsible for his insane mana generation. It would raise questions that Matt couldnt afford to have people asking.

Fighting to keep the disappointment off his face, he decided to play it straight. Id never change sides for something as simple as a bribe. How would that look on me as a person to the Army watchers? A supposed ally any enemy can bribe away with a sufficient enough trinket? No, Im sticking with the Kingdom.

Amber raised an eyebrow, but didn't seem phased. Were willing to sell you the skill for half-price, on the condition that you don't absorb it until after the war. You just have to stall the counter-attacks on my sieges and let the two cities fall. She smiled and continued, Even if those two cities fall, the Kingdom will still have one left. It won't end the war.

Matt was even more tempted, and regretted the excuse hed chosen. Having made such a hardline stance about moral appearance, he couldnt take this offer either without revealing his lie. Sabotaging the Kingdom from within would look even worse to the Army than openly switching sides. He shook his head. That's another generous offer, but Im unwilling to sell my morals.

Amber seemed unbothered and just nodded. Then best of luck to you. I know we don't need it. The call ended with a grin on her part.

Curses started to flood from Matts lips, drawing widespread attention to him as he debated what to do.

Finally, he decided to report to Juni that Saras people contacted him in an attempt to bribe him away. This mess would look much worse if he didnt get ahead of it now. Sara could send carefully edited recordings of everyone she messaged to Albert, and destroy any trust the Kingdoms leadership had in him and the other top Pathers.

Even with AI proof, suspicion would fall on them, creating doubt.

Juni picked up nearly instantly. Matt rushed to explain the situation.

Juni only nodded along before saying, With the restrictions in place, all I can say is that we trust you to do your job.

With that, the connection cut out.

Matts mouth dropped open before shutting. Reflexively, he just shrugged. There was work to do.

***

Sara tisked as she listened to the call with Matt. Shed hoped at least one of the propositions would have enticed the man. Having Matt at her side would have given her an incredibly useful, not-at-all suspicious connection to Liz. With some subtle leveraging, she could have gotten closer to the woman in short order.

Tapping her fingers, Sara nodded at Amber, her second in command.

The woman was still engrossed in her pad. She didn't look up until Sara tossed the [Cracked Breach] skill shard onto the table, along with all the other failed bribe items. Even if she couldnt bring the perfect matches for her plans over with these items, she could use them to motivate her own people.

Thankfully, the pile of accepted bribes dwarfed the discarded pile. That made things easier.

Sara pulled [Cracked Breach] from the reject pile and slid it towards her second in command. Amber, for your years of loyal service, please accept this skill as a gift to absorb and use as you see fit.

Sara immediately felt the weight of a higher Tier being pressing down on her spirit like a wet blanket. The army watchers were warning her. That barely disguised order pushed the boundaries of what she could do while on a healing cooldown.

Amber was smart, and understood her lieges meaning as soon as she reread the skills description. Without another word exchanged, Amber bowed slightly and left. She'd be blasting holes in the cities walls. A bag full of mana crystals from the supplies should ensure that they could end the sieges quickly.

It was best to give such a dangerous skill to a loyal subordinate, rather than someone who might turn on them after acquiring that kind of power. By the time Saras own healing cooldown ended, the war would already be over.

Both of them.

***

Cori stood in front of the mirror and contemplated her actions for the millionth time.

She came to the same conclusion she always did.

Betraying the Kingdom that she grew up in didnt bother her. They had done nothing for her and deserved nothing from her in return. She was pretty sure that the common people living under her few noble supporters would lead better lives under the Queendoms rule.

Her motivations for this werent just personal.

Or, they werent only personal.

Personal grievances may have started her down this road, but shed come upon a plethora of other reasons to continue along the way.

Cori traced the half-inch scar on her temple where her father had backhanded her.

An old rage simmered back to life, but she tamped it down as she thought of her childhood.

The daughter of the King from one of his many companions, she was the first possible heir he had produced.

Not the last. Nor the most valuable.

Just the first.

The testing bed for how he raised all of her other half-siblings.

A series of nannies brought her up, being rotated in and out as soon as they made the slightest error. Even the most minute slip ups sent the Tier 35 King rabid.

There it was. All the provocation that she needed to engage. They had attacked her first, after all.

Cori rushed forward to where she could feel the spell targeting. In the split second it took the spell to transport the man, Cori struck with a [Mana Thrust].

She was still too slow, and only grazed the man's chest armor, instead of timing the attack to land inside of him.

A disappointing failure, but nothing to worry about. She ignored him to rush the mage. Kristen was already summoning a storm. The entire horizon was being gorged with rapidly darkening clouds.

A bolt of lightning struck out at her, but she cast [Entangle]. The vines absorbed the energy. The electricity fried the plant life, but it let her close the distance.

Kristen wasn't stupid, and was already retreating on a gale of wind. But she was too slow. She wasn't a real storm mage. Not yet.

The enemy mage had yet to merge her three distinct mana types into a solid, unified whole. Instead, she was pulling from carefully portioned areas of her mana pool. Not only was the practice slower, it was dangerous. If the woman lost concentration, her unstable mana would mix, and the result wouldnt be a storm, but an unusable mess which she would need to purge to fix.

That necessity made her slower, which ensured her death.

Cori, with her higher cultivation, was nearly on the Tier 22 mage. Her rapier was only feet away when she felt Damien close the distance with a [Shield Bash] used in conjunction with a [Lunge]. Interweaving skills required a delicate blend of magical control that he wasn't able to properly achieve. She could feel the mana spillage from the spell structure radiating around Damien. For it to be this bad indicated the shoddiness of his efforts.

Unfortunately, it still allowed him to close the remaining distance in an instant.

With her Talent and passive skills helping, Cori bent backward and under the chopping axe. Her bones and ligaments screamed with the sudden bend, but she hardly lost any momentum with the maneuver. Still, even that slight hesitation was enough for Kristen to cast [Tornado]. She was clearly mixing water mana with wind, and the funnel of wind quickly grew to monstrous size as it absorbed the clouds around them.

Kristan retreated into the cutting vortex of wind, a place where Cori would have to expend a lot of resources to reach, leaving her open to the couple's retaliation.

Instead, through her rapier, she cast [Spore] and [Seed]. Tiny motes of plant life flaked off from the green blade, and were sucked up into the tornado. If Kristen had been able to merge lightning with the skill, she wouldn't be able to pull this off. But as it was, Cori was free to pump the tiny plant life full of mana.

In seconds, the pinhead-sized motes of [Seed] swirling around Kristen were massive tendrils of greenery.

Suddenly, the defensive tornado became a trap.

Damien struggled to cut through the magically strengthened vines, but he was two Tiers below her, and a full three Tiers below her weapon.

Kristen scrambled to race up and escape out of the apex of the spell, but Cori was prepared, and she was faster. She had ensured that her spell spread out well above and below the mage.

Damien spun to attack her, hoping to break her concentration on her spell. To his growing alarm, she avoided each of his attacks simply by leaning on her training and physical advantage.

Finally, a vine wrapped around the Kristens's leg. Cori smiled. The woman was in her grip now.

The resistance stopped, and she paused to find that she no longer had a hold of the mage. Not all of her at least. Her growing vines searched to find the leg severed at the knee.

It was a shrewd move. One that may have worked if not for [Spore]. The spell was already in the air, and she could now feel Kristen's location. A Tier 15 or higher could keep the tracking spell out of their body as long as they concentrated. With a gaping wound to infect though, it was already too late. The skill was inside the woman.

With a mental effort, she bent around another heavy mana-infused axe strike and changed the skill that was still connected with her blade.

Through her rapier, she merged the still active [Spore] skill with [Toxin]. Combining an active skill was incredibly hard and painfully slow, but it had the desired effect.

In Kristen's body, the skill slowly turned poisonous. It was already hard to break through the mages Concept, willpower, and spirit. Dodging Damiens attacks on top of that was taxing, and forced her to split her attention. Still, she managed it.

Long ago, Cori had learned that her Talent made it far easier to dodge a blow than to block the hit. She was a small woman. Dodging was easy, and only risked injury if she couldn't move out of the way fast enough.

As she felt Kristen abandon her active control of the weather, Damian finally earned both her full attention and a counter thrust into his chest.

[Phantom Armor] appeared, and for an instant helped his own armor resist the strike. The force of her attack sent him flying upward and out of the atmosphere.

Not letting the opportunity be wasted, she rushed towards Kristen, who sat shaking and vomiting. A bored slash took the woman's head off.

It was almost too easy.

In her spiritual senses, Cori felt Damian going utterly berzerk. Music to her ears. He unleashed his veil and shockingly started burning essence to empower his attacks.

A massive, twenty foot wide [Mana Chop] forced her to both activate her own [Phantom Armor], and wrap herself in a ball of vines to block it.

Using essence in your attacks was possible after Tier 15, but it had two major drawbacks. First off, it permanently damaged the skills used, and would destroy those skills if used too much. Using essence also permanently damaged your cultivation base as you ripped it away. As far as she knew, there was no way to use loose, non-allocated essence to attack. It had to come from one of your cores, which meant you lost that progress forever.

New essence didn't go to fill those voids, it went to advancing. All that power was just gone.

Most people weren't willing to sacrifice that much, even for a lover. For immortals, spouses were often temporary. Personal power was the only thing that couldn't betray you, after all. And it was the only thing that could drive you forward.

If the couple hadnt been such vile pieces of shit, she might have almost found Damians dedication touching.

Cori was still rebuilding [Phantom Armor] in her spirit to charge it again, when another [Mana Chop] lashed out. Unlike last time, she was prepared, and got out of the way in time. She felt a mountain explode behind her from the impact of the spell.

She could now personally attest to the power of essence-fueled skills. Despite her two Tier advantage, that first strike had punched through two of her defensive skills. Her armor was still smoking from the impact.

Still, Coris confidence didnt falter. At best, this put Damien at her level, and only until his diminishing cultivation and crumbling skills caught up with him. She had never had issues fighting people at her level.

Only stronger fighters ever provided a challenge worth enjoying. An equal was nothing to get excited about.

Cori unleashed a normal [Mana Slash], causing Damien to twist out of the way and interrupt his next attack. By her estimation, he probably had two more casts of [Mana Chop] before the skill fell apart.

She closed the distance and slashed out with a heavy blow. The haft of his axe rose to block it. The blow still sent the larger but weaker man flying into true space.

Cori refused to let him take advantage of the momentum shed provided him and flee. She would keep close here; her higher cultivation gave her the flat advantage over the dedicated melee fighter.

They neared the planet's largest moon when she caught up with his larger form. In her brief but rapid approach, she felt someone watching.

She had an inkling of who it was. If she guessed right, she wasn't sure if she should be insulted or flattered. Either way, it was time to put on a show.

To show her worth.

Damien slammed into the moon with a crash, sending debris spraying everywhere. Right before impact, an essence-fueled [Flame Barrage] shot towards her. Two dozen person-sized fireballs exploded out and homed in on her.

Cori weaved her way through them without letting a single flame lick her. But she cut it close enough that her armor heated up, even through the vacuum of space.

Damien was ready, and had a [Mana Chop] charged with essence building on his blade. She met the attack with magic and steel, as her own full power [Mana Charge] flashed to meet it.

As their attacks clashed, a wash of energy surged out in all directions as the two opposing forces tried to overpower each other.

She had to use her Concept to brace herself in place with plant life on the moon, but soon, their attacks dissipated. When she saw Damien, she trusted the fight was over. He was bleeding from the backlash of their clash, and each drop was evaporating in the vacuum of space. Despite neither having nor needing air to breath, he wheezed with undeniable effort.

In contrast, she kept herself controlled and poised. Even if she wanted to vomit after the effort that repulsing that attack had required, she was a Queen now. And honestly, this was the most fun shed had in decades, from the thrill of a fight that she actually believed in.

Plus, Cori loved to put on a good show.

To her surprise, Damien began to glow with the ominous crimson aura of [Berserker's Rage]. The red color was taken over with white as essence was cycled through the skill, and the aura became massive. She could feel how it skyrocketed with power. The increase was absurd, too much for even burning essence to explain. Shaking off the initial distraction, she took the whole of him in. With her own eyes and spirit, she could both see and feel the damage the skill was doing to the man.

More than just cultivation was being devoured. It was burning away his spirit.

That was mildly concerning. Best to end this in a hurry.

Damien lashed out with [Mana Slash]. It was empowered with essence, but it was far weaker than the [Mana Chop]s he had been using before. His weapon wasn't a great match for the skill, and he had clearly neither modified nor mastered [Mana Slash] as much as [Mana Chop].

Cori flexed like a tree in the wind, and dodged the arc of energy that tore across the moon's reddish surface.

Increasing her boosts to the maximum, she let her Talent fully take effect. With three rapid steps that tore at her bones and ligaments, she arrived next to Daemen. She reached up, grabbed his burning head, and yanked it back to where she could run her blade across his neck.

It was a pointless gesture. She felt his spine snap on the initial yank alone. But this was supposed to be a show.

Her watchers stepped out of chaotic space, clapping metal hands.

Verona, the fourth Queen in the alliance, strode over to where Cori stood. Through AI messaging, Cori received, Well fought. I thought I'd have to step in when he started using essence to power his attacks.

Cori just stared her newest peer down. If you intervened, he would have had to be let go. No, I wanted him dead. So he died.

Verona shrugged. He already crippled himself, so it was no bother. Your life is more important, my newest sister.

The ebony-skinned woman's smile was sincere.

Cori didn't trust it on principle. But she didn't show that. That would be rude.

Verona seemed to catch that regardless, and just silently laughed in the void.

Worry not. We may never be the best of friends, but we are sisters of a purpose. That is something beyond mere friendship. Still seeing Coris expression not soften, she added, There is no rush. We have time. Speaking of which, we have an appointment to catch.

That caught her attention. Something like that was distinctly not a part of the plan. Cori grew wary. What do you mean?

The Tier 31 shrugged one shoulder, Our eldest sister was wounded severely when she tried to peek into the little vassal war. In retaliation, someone put their hand through her chest and around her heart. She's not exactly in the best shape to go up against your father, so we will all gather to support her.

That caused Cori to pause. No sane person would tell their direct subordinates they were seriously wounded. That was begging to be stabbed in the back. But why else would they change their plans so suddenly?

And who could casually injure a Tier 35 like that?

Then Cori understood.

The Emperor had clearly sent a hidden powerhouse to watch over the war. If they were that strong and that trusted, the Queendom could use them as an official witness to the willing rebellion of her side.

An official treaty would prevent retaliation of any kind.

Cori nodded to Verona, who smiled and stuck out an arm. Come, come. We have a turbulent path ahead. Something strange is happening in chaotic space. The currents are muddled; it makes travel slower and more unpredictable.

It took a moment, but she realized that her new peer was offering to carry her there like a baby. Not thrilled at the prospect, she still recognized that this was the only way to get to the neighboring Tier 6 planet without using the teleport path. Cori reviewed the situation, sighed, and sent her orders to the troops still on the planet. She didn't miss Verona's grin widening at that.

Neither of them trusted official routes that her father set up. It was why the Queendom invaded using chaotic space vessels instead of using the established lanes. No one had missed the fact the Kingdom stopped using them too after the war was declared.

But even she wasn't sure if the lane was tampered with. Theyd need to be thoroughly and carefully inspected later.

Gathering her power, Cori prepared for the trip. She thought of her father. She thought of the face hed make when he lost a huge chunk of his kingdom. That put a smile on her face that just refused to leave.