Book 8: Chapter 51: D

Book 8: Chapter 51: D

It was everywhere and nowhere. That kind of riddle. Something you carried with you, the land that could be as vast as infinity or smaller than any island. Your safest home. A prison.

What am I?

Nowhere am I?

The longer she asked herself, the harder she tried to focus, the more difficult it became. This place was more than just abstraction or a riddle.

The floor. The sky. What was that color? Only when she asked did she realize there were such things. That was how it worked.

So there she was. Imagine a world of antiseptic paleness. A void like thatwith no limits. Not just monochrome, but with scale. Though there was little you could see until it appeared, you had the feeling of looking into infinity.

If she focused on it. And at the very verge of infinity, consciousnesssomehowshe could tell there was a world apart. No, hundreds, thousands of worlds, each one different. She couldnt make out their contents.

She stood there, in nothing. And she was not a personat least, not one with a body. When she realized that, she had a body. Which was hers, only she could walk without assistance and she didnt feel hunger or pain.

Geneva Scala looked around. She saw nothingthen, like a mirror, she saw a reflection of this strange reality. A reflection of her. Geneva faced Geneva in the void and gave herself the answer, just like every time, as her being scrambled to make sense of it all. Where was she? She told herself:

I am the center of the Mind.

Ah. And then it crystalized and all those worlds connected to her were one and the same. Geneva looked around.

I am the mind in the Center.

The other Geneva walked left. She seemed to step through a doorway, but she said one last thing as more figures emerged. They said the exact same thing, in unison.

I am myself. And we are me.

Then the [Doctor] thought, and remembered, and it began again.

This was how it worked. Sometimes she spoke, or thought, and got a reply. Speaking was not essential.

She forgot she needed to breathe. She didnt need to breathe. But she did have other

And then there was a figure. Skin pale as could be; not that the body had been fair-skinned, but that the body had been dead, and the person inside of it could only stave off decay so long.

What do you need?

I need to understandDullahans, today. No, a multitude of problems.

Lay them out.

Geneva did. It was like a giant thought-board, like she might use to study, because that was how she understood things. More figures appeared and regarded the things she tacked to the air, which hovered and explained themselves if you focused on them. Then it was multiple Genevas, explaining the problem.

Microscopes. The foundation of any investigation has to be seeing the problem. I cant. Can you make an equivalent? Enchanted?

I am looking into the differences in biology between species. Humanscomparing Humans from Earth to ones from this world. Dullahans. Selphid biology is foreign to me, but I can understand humanoid biologies a bit better.

The foundation of a cure for the Yellow Rivers disease is in progress, but the cure is not as effective as it could have been. Segue

Another problem, tacked on below it. Another explanation.

Magical crystals actually exist, which is partly ridiculous. But the existence of potions and crystals? No, crystals especially could create virtually costless healing, aside from purchasing the crystals. Can you micro-heal or concentrate the effects, like closing sutures made during surgery?

The other figures were listening, dividing up, and summoning more to deal with one problem or another. Geneva waited, because she could only be in one place at one time. But that wasnt as much of a problem as you might have thought.

Despite not knowing Earth, never having been born there, living there, and having had no frame of reference for a microscopeeach Selphid knew exactly what she meant. Oh, a high-powered microscope with resolution that went far, far beyond sixteen magnification or even a hundred and twenty eight. To see things on a cellular level, of course.

They took something from her. Knowledge. Her understanding. That was the genius of it. There was no uncertainty of words or intention. It was all clear, because they saw exactly what she thought.

Thought could still be limited, of course. There were dangers, flaws in thinking. Butthis was powerful. Geneva kept listing each item, going down and down the list.

I need to verify beyond reasonable doubt what the Wasting entails, first. There are too many variables. Allergy? Poison? MagicI cant detect magic, but perhaps see its effects? Some kind of basic biological degradation? Radiation? Lack of nutrition. Inbreeding. Part of that is also seeing if some Selphids are immune or dont suffer the effects.

Ah. Hence the investigation into bodies.

Geneva turned to the first figure.

Yes. Is something different about a Selphid that, say, only lived in a Dullahan body all their lives? Do Selphids need to change bodies? Or is the change linked to some kind of issue in itself? Transmitting collected toxins, diseases? Selphids are in great danger of passing on or exacerbating interspecies illness.

That last part alarmed some of the listeners, and nearly three dozen appeared. One of them, who was wearing a half-Elfs form, turned his head to address the others.

We must consider that. Selphids fall ill to other species diseases more rarely, but we are not immune.

Agreed. What can be done now, though?

Merely bringing it to awareness as a possible issue is enough. This Mind shall open a channel to the other Minds?

It was phrased as a question. The speakers each stood around, many wearing forms from Balerosthat was, Human, Dullahan, or Lizardfolkfacing one another. Geneva heard their voices as if they were speaking perfectly clearly next to her. Some spoke, as in they moved their mouths to the words, yet others didnt bother or had forgotten to. She still heard them plain as day.

Agreed.

It was a vote. No one bothered to raise their heads, but Geneva sensed the affirmations from the group of nearly forty. Five dissents. Instantly, a group of eighteen moved off.

This time, she saw them vanish. A collection of eighteen individual minds, entire worlds of thought, knowledge, and understanding, moved away from her. Focusing. Communicating with the outside world. Like watching a hole open up in the skies and seeing them pour throughand beyond that, in some version of interstellar cosmosa distant galaxy apart.

Another Mind.

Geneva was in the center of this Mind. So the people who appeared to help her were all onebeing? Collective. She saw another Geneva appear.

I still dont understand Selphid culture andnatural abilities. The Mind is a collective, a psychic creation. This goes beyond any science I know, but on a biological levelhow? Are the effects of the Mind applicable in any other ways? What other abilities does a Mind have and how does that intersect with classes and Skills?

One of the remaining figures addressed Geneva, smiling slightly with wry, dry humor.

Is this beneficial to your research, Geneva Scala?

Geneva answered truthfully. She couldnt lie. Not in her head. It was obvious to them, even more to her.

I would like to know. If it can help, it would be in my understanding of what I can do here, and perhaps why the Selphids are Wasting.

At that word, something finally appeared in front of Geneva. The white space was broken up and she saw something floating in front of her, at roughly chest height.

It wasa Selphid. A Selphid, bereft of a body. Moving slightly. Writhing. To look at the Selphid reminded Geneva of unfavorable comparisons to octopus tentaclesat least in rough formor gastropods, like a slug or other mollusc. However, the Selphid body was rather colorful, not being normally exposed to dangerous elements.

Orange blood, for instance, was quite visible running through green, yelloweven traces of purple. The Selphid had no skin, and could rapidly reconfigure itself into a network as complex as, well, a nervous system. Thinner than any wire; a being as amorphous and flexible as a slime, if not more so.

Right now, the Selphid was more like a slug. It justlay there. Twitching. In clear distress, if not pain. Shedding parts of its body which no longer moved. It was disintegrating, bit by bit, unable to halt the disease, effect, or whatever it was.

Wasting. This was the dreaded death of Selphids, which struck their species as a whole. It did not spread like a conventional illness might; not by notable airborne factors, or even contact. At leastnot from the data Geneva had been given, and the Minds had been looking into it for a long time.

That was why she was here. They had searched for a solution to this ailment forshe didnt know how long. Millenia? Centuries at the very least; this collective, and Selphids as a whole, had done their own studies. They were not a single unified people with one base of knowledge, for all they could becomeMinds.

But they hadnt figured out what the Wasting was, or how to cure it. Slow it? Yes. But Geneva Scalas appearance had been a surge of hope for the Selphid people, and thus the Minds had directed their agents to collect Geneva, keep her safe, andwhen they thought the danger of losing her was too greatbring her here.

Geneva understood they were desperate. Selphids were not in danger of dying off now, but

Our lifespans are shortening. Great heroes are struck down by the disease.

Condition.

She was sitting with the half-Elf Selphid, who was speaking earnestly with her. He was some kind of central personality to the Mind.

At that thought, the half-Elf smiled. Geneva had asked no question, but he understood the curiosity.

My name was Yeque. I was a [General]. Level 43.

Oh.

Was he dead? The answer was no, but why?

I was nearing eighty-one years. My career was strongbut hardly extraordinary. When they asked me to join the Mind, I accepted. It is an honor. Not all are asked. If I was Level 50, Level 60I would have remained apart, unless I were injured beyond function.

I see.

Geneva thought back to what the Minds looked like, but again, that was one part of her. The list of her desires and thoughts was still unspooling.

make contact with the United Nations company and tell them I am safe

cure for Erin Solstice still needs work. I cannot figure it out. Its all too nebulous, too many variables I cant work with like magic. I need to understand magic, I need

I want to be free.

And there it was. Geneva turned her head, and saw herself. She stood there, and the Selphids that made up the Mind looked at that last desire. Yeque raised a hand, and that last Genevavanished. He spoke calmly, not unkindly, but without any way for her to gainsay him. And that, of course, was the problem.

Let us begin with bodies.

Geneva just nodded. She stood up, and followed him into a room.

It was a room that had never existed. A patchwork made of various things she had seenand the Selphids had seen. It looked like the perfect surgery room. Every tool she had ever used or could conceivably need was present, there was no dirt, no impedimentsand the surgical table had a body opened, clearly displaying internal organs and a perfect diagram of the interior.

No one had been harmed in the making. Geneva stared at the Dullahan. She turned to Yeque.

How can I see this? Did a Selphiddissect a body just like this?

He shook his head and pointed up. Nearly sixty other Selphids stood in the viewing area, looking down at her.

This is an image made of our understanding. The perspective makes sense to you, but we share knowledge for a complete understanding. Like everything else.

Geneva nodded. It made sense. What a unique biological development. She struggled to think of an equivalent from Earth. Oh, there were species that had a connection like thisants being a famous examplebut pooling knowledge? A mental gestalt like this meant that a Mind had expertise from specialists on multiple levels.

Likeconsider a Selphid who devoted their life to being a [Blacksmith]. They were naturally an expert in metalwork, and if they had made weapons for a living, they were the equivalent of any high-level [Smith] of any species.

But in the Mind, you also had [Warriors] who had held weapons and understood the importance of balance, the nuance a [Smith] might lack. Those two points of view combined and, in theory, made for a being that could create something neither individual could.

In theory. In practice, the Minds were hardly omniscient and acknowledged that. But it meant

Geneva studied the Dullahan body. She traced a finger across nerves, tendons, inspected bones and found they were much like Humans. And yet, as she had suspected all along, they had a strange reliance on armor to replace their skin. Like a hermit crab.

However, she had known that from her work saving Dullahans to begin with. What Geneva found that was new was this. She bent low and stared at something.

This isnt normal. Ive seen this in some Humans too. But its clearlywhat is this?

Another Selphid appeared in a flash and Geneva saw a female Dullahanno, a Selphid inhabiting onestep forwards.

This? This is how they can detach limbs and move them separately. This is important. If it is severed, a Dullahan loses that ability. A limb detached and cut might simply die.

Geneva stared down at her first entry into this worlds biological database. She had no encyclopedic term, so the common term shed used to explain it to Ken, Daly, Paige, and the others was

Magical sinew.

The Selphids nodded, pleased. Yeque turned to Geneva.

We call it galas-muscle. We define valuable bodies in that way. The formation of galas in high-level people happens with every species.

Show me.

Geneva was entranced. She saw another body appear, and walked over to another surgical table and saw a Human warrior, face mid-grimace, lying there. She looked as normal as could be from the outside, but once Geneva opened her arm

There was something clearly different about the muscle fibers. Even without a microscope or other tests, Geneva could see it. Or perhaps that was the Minds giving her some insight. Either way

This explains it. Its not just Skills. Skillsbend the laws of physics. But this explains why someone can be stronger without visible muscular changes.

Geneva felt dizzyor would have if she had a physical body here. Was she looking at a logical step in every species evolution? If you replaced the body with this kind of muscle, was it simply an upgrade? Why did bodies change like this? Was it now reliant on magic as a kind of nutrition?

She turned back to Yeque.

And you can seesense these muscles in valuable bodies.

Yes. They degrade slower, have greater abilityhence why we value them so highly. Only a few people have them.

How?

Four Selphids appeared. Each one wearing a different body. One flexed her arm and winked at Geneva; she was a copy of the Human lying on the surgical table.

High-level warriors.

A fussy young man pursed his lips, although it didnt change the fact that someone had slashed open his throat with a dagger. The Selphid had made up for that with a fancy scarf.

Nobility pass along galas in bloodlines, sometimes. It is not a guarantee, but even children have innate formations if their parents were strong.

The next Selphid waved a hand. She was a Naga, a Lamia with bright red scales. She smiled.

[Mages] have it slightly differently. They can use magic to form it, and they develop magical pools.

The last Selphid was most unique, at least to Geneva. Because he looked distinctly

The Drathian bowed formally, and spoke quietly. Nowas it the Selphid copying the man?

You can also develop galas by consuming a specific diet. Trainingin their way. But Drath allows us to take their bodies very seldomly.

Fascinating. All this took place so quicklyyet Geneva knew she couldnt dwell on it forever. Even so, this brief lesson confirmed a number of things for her. She muttered, almost to herself.

I wonder if you could transplant that kind of muscle. We can do it on Earthbut the ethics

Instantly, she could see it. Someone taking muscle, tendons, even tissue, and creating a super-soldier. She regretted thinking it, because it meant the Mind saw it too. The Selphids looked at her image.

Intriguing. But beyond our capabilities. Geneva Scala, focus on your studies.

Geneva turned back to the body, but she did not miss the for now that lingered in the air. And she would have argued ethics, morality, or tried to remove the idea if it were possible.

But that wasnt how this worked. Geneva turned back to the Dullahan.

So each Dullahan had a type of galas, but it was not like the kind that developed in high-level fighters. This clearly enabled their ability to remove their heads and limbs and control them from afar.

Is it possible for me to see how the muscles work when active?

She expected the answer to be no, but, to her surprise, the Dullahans body suddenly came alive. Geneva backed up as blood began to move through veins, tissues stretched and contracted, muscle and bone shifted

It was unearthly. Horrifying, fascinatingthe kind of lesson any scientist or doctor on Earth would pay dearly to see, because this was how a body moved. Not a computer simulation, but the real thing. Imagine how much orthopedics could be moved forwards if she could only!

She saw the Dullahans left arm vanish. And then appear a few feet left. Geneva saw the magical muscle moving, flexing, in perfect synchronicity. Andshe gasped.

So it is a portal. Noa magical connection!

She could see blood pumping smoothly through the veins, despite the physical separation. Enabled by the Dullahans unique biology. Thisthis was a lesson she could spend weeks on.

And yet it begged the question. Genevas mind snapped to the obvious instantly.

How would you know what a Dullahans body looks like? This is a living body. Not a corpse.

She looked up at the sixty-some Selphids present. She saw the Mind take a lightning-fast vote, but she already knew the answer. And because she knewfrom her experience with Okasha, Idisone of the Selphids, the one that looked like the Dullahan that Geneva was inspecting, stepped forwards.

We were lovers. He let me in. Though it was wrong. I was condemned. Ijoined the Mind rather than face exile or death.

The Selphid met Genevas eyes. The [Doctor] looked down at the Dullahan. So that was how she could learn like this.

But more flowed through the simple words. A deeper meaning. Geneva was in the Mind. The Mind was also in her. And they gave away more than they expected. After alla foreign presence to the Mind was all but unheard of, and only in ancient memory.

A realization struck Geneva.

The Minds allowed criminals, Selphids condemned to death or who had committed transgressions like this, to join them in order to understand their perspective, gain their understanding. They were careful not to create scenarios where dangerous personalities reigned supreme because that would alter the Mind itself.

Not all Minds were alike. This one had been created with the express intent of researching the Wasting disease, unlike a Mind devoted to strategy for Selphids as a whole, or magic. Hence Genevas interaction with this Mind in this way. It was willing to do whatever was necessary to save its people, and had led the decision to take her.

A flash of insight. The other Selphids saw Geneva learning this, but couldnt stop her. They tried to pull back, but Geneva was staring at the Dullahan lying there. The Selphid who had been his partner was named Bethi. They had been lovers; or else the deception was in her very mind. She had loved him, and their forbidden relationship had been discovered by a [Detect Life] spell cast on a hunt.

He had been executed. She had mourned him.

Geneva was falling. Not physically, or even in this artificial reality. She was becoming too connected with Bethis memories. This Dullahan had been named Revorthe. Geneva suddenly knew that he would scratch at his neck when he was lying.

Noshe suddenly saw him doing it. She remembered how he did it. What his voice sounded like.

She is too close. Pull her back.

Yeque was speaking, but the Mind was struggling with itself. GenevaBethi?was just thinking. She could see the body.

This is what it felt like to move it.

She saw the Dullahan man looking at her. She heard the tenor of his voice, surprisingly light. She could hear him.

This was what it felt like to love him. Touch, how it felt in your heart when they fought. This was

For a moment, Geneva was Bethi, a Selphid. Her mind spun and fell and was two people. One person. Geneva felt the artificial zone beginning to shatter. She saw herself, hovering in the void.

I am Geneva. I am the Mind. I am

Her name was Idis. Her classes were [Blademaster] and a bit of [Barbarian]. Her job occupation was generally killing people.

Nothing fancy. No pretense; she knew she was a [Warrior]. She had participated in long campaigns, one nearly eight years long where she fought Centaurs in a huge battle for territorythat was where she had gained her [Barbarian] class.

Right now, she was wearing the body of a Human. Not a good one; certainly not a Centaurs body, which generally required two Selphids to operate. Just your basic degraded corpse, fit to move, not fun to eat with, or do anything else. At least the vocal cords still worked.

Do you have any [Archmages]?

Fish.

The Selphid opposite her muttered. Idis hesitated.

I think its go fish.

Id rather go fishing. Are you sure the Humans played this game?

I think its meant for children. They played it a few times. AlthoughI think they were drinking.

The second Selphid rolled his eyes. He was wearing a much fancier Minotaurs body, very fresh and preserved, and he sat back and cast his hand of cards down.

In that case, Idis, I will wait until we are off-duty to drink and play this game.

Idis was disappointed.

Come on, Wettle.

Weteleq, who was nicknamed Wettle, folded his arms and refused to pick up the cards. Idis was about to suggest they play a more traditional card game when someone spoke.

To attention. Something is happening with the [Doctor]. To the Third Mind.

Idis and Wettle shot to their feet, knocking over the card table so fast they sent the cards flying. Six more Selphids all leapt to their feet. Idis whirled and saw the speaker.

Calectus? Whats

But the [Honor Guard], who wore the body of a huge Dullahan wearing steel armor, was already pounding down the hallway. Idis was after him in a flash, and ran through the inner compound of the Minds fortress, one of the few places where Selphids were in full power, albeit hidden.

A Gathering Citadel.

But not a traditional palace. That would be notable, and Selphids did not want other species learning of their bases. So unlike Lizardfolk temples or traditional palaces or forts, this one looked like a basic hill. In fact, people had camped on top of it before; it was just one hill in the middle of Baleros least inhabitable jungle areas. A secret base for their species.

Not unguarded, though. Idis guard unit was one of several that flooded the corridor, heading towards a specific room. Idis saw Selphids taking up positions in the checkpoint designed to hold off attackersbut Calectus motioned her specifically to follow him into the Minds chamber.

Inside.

Me?

Its the [Doctor].

Idis had been with Geneva second-longest of all the Selphids, so she didnt argue but stepped into the room that held a Mind. Even nowshe looked into the room and gasped.

Whats happening?

To Selphids, it was strange. To outsiders? Idis had heard some thought of it as horrific. And part of her couldnt blame whoever saw it for being a bit overwhelmed.

A Mind was this: an orb, or vaguely rotund mass, of Selphids. Selphids without bodies, joined together. Moving, because they were individually alive, and if the body died, so did their part of the Mindall suspended in the air over a small basin. Water and food could all be placed below and would drift upwards and be consumed.

The Mind floated in the airthe Third Mind, the one devoted to the Wasting. One of six in this Gathering Citadel. Each one had a room like this.

Right now, the Third Mind was clearly agitated. Each Selphid was moving at speed, and Idis saw Calectus hesitate.

[Guardian] Ressk. Orders?

A Drake Selphid turned; he did not wear armor like Idis and Calectus, but robes. Nevertheless, he was in charge, and Calectus was the [Honor Guard] pledged to defend the Minds and their interests. The Selphid flicked out his long tongue.

Hold, Calectus. YouIdis.

Yes? Guardian?

Idis snapped to attention. One of the highest-ranking Selphids who was not a Mind looked at her, and she felt a wave of apprehension. But all he did was point.

Go to Geneva Scala. She is breaking her connection with the Third Mind. Something is wrong. She will be unable to move.

Idis saw there were four stone platforms that let someone approach the Third Mind floating in the center. In front of the platform closest to her was Geneva.

She washovering in the air. Eyes closed. Grimacing. Idis hesitated.

Do I go over andwill I do something wrong if I enter her?

Ressk paused as Calectus gave her a quiet glare, though he acted much like the Dullahan body he inhabited. Some Selphids took on the characteristics of their host bodies.

Third Mind. Will Idis harm the [Doctor] by approaching and inhabiting her?

He spoke to the floating Mind. Idis heard the replybut not with her atrophied ears, one of which had fully rotted off. She heard the reply in her mind.

She is too deep. Bring Selphid Idis forwards. We are breaking the connection. Do so now.

Ressk nodded and pointed a finger. Idis was already hurrying forwards. Geneva floated to her, and Idis caught her in her arms. She began to leave this body as the Third Minds agitation began to calm.

Geneva Scala began to stir. Her eyes opened, and her breathing caught. She tried to move her legs and couldnt, but Idis bridged the gap in her nervous system. She felt Genevas slow, almost sleep-like rhythm change as her body woke up. The Third Mind released her, and Geneva sat up, with Idis simply playing helper.

Here was the final fact that most species had no knowledge of. The secret of the Minds. Not only did they have the amalgamation of Selphids who joined thema huge honor and sacrifice. Not only did they lead the Selphid people, but the Mind was a rarity in its abilities that only a few species could copy.

Unfortunately, one of them being Crelers. The Mind could think at you and you would hear it. Alsoas the Third Mind floated in the air? Idis was aware, and amazed, as always. Because

It was not floating due to magic. Nor had Geneva been floating with it due to magic. Or even a Skillat least, not a Skill alone. Geneva Scala had a word for it.

Telekinesis.

Idis whispered, in awe. She had been privileged enough to see the Third Mind four times in her life, a huge honor for someone not an [Honor Guard] or [Guardian], or the caretaking staff. She had never seen the Mind use its powers, even for something as mundane as lifting Geneva.

Now she saw water floating upwards, gently falling so the component parts of the Mind could consume it and some fruit. A literal banana peeled itself in midair.

There was a pause. Idis saw the banana mush itself, but something exited the banana.

A bug. A crawling beetle. It went flying across the room and the banana was divided up. Idis heard the thought.

Infested banana. Please perform quality checks.

Ressk, hugely embarrassed, bowed his head and apologized. Idis heard the thought too. She whispered in Genevas ear as the [Doctor] slowly rose to her feet.

Telepathy. Or is it that psipshi?

Psionics, Idis. Thats the umbrella term. Telekinesis and telepathy are component parts.

Geneva Scala spoke, her mouth dry. Idis pumped a bit of saliva out of her glands and checked her condition. Fine. Muscles a bit stiffIdis began to activate them. Geneva Scala stood, as Calectus and Ressk approached.

will perform more inspections, with greatest apologies, Third Mind. What shall we do with Doctor Scala?

Let her perform research/rest as she desires. Mental backlash from joining has been mitigated. We will begin again tomorrow. We will communicate with other Minds and continue to pursue her projects.

As the Minds will it.

Ressk offered a hand to Geneva. She stared at it, and Calectus. Slowly, Geneva walked past the two, though Idis needed to help her. Shed forgotten to breathe as well. She forgot these things for a while, lost in the Mind.

Iwill go to my rooms. Then conduct my own studies.

Ressk nodded. Calectus followed Geneva as the alarm was called off. The Selphids on guard-duty watched Geneva as she walked towards her quarters. Idis held her tongue until they were a ways away from the Third Mind. Then she began to chatter.

Are you okay, Geneva? What happened? Did you make a lot of progress? Are you bored? Youre a bit hungry. Want to eat

She trailed off as Geneva Scala stopped, one hand on the wall of smooth stone. The [Doctor] spoke.

Im physically fine, Idis. Iexperienced someone elses life. I dont know if I can say it was unpleasant. It wasnt at the time. Now? I was someone else and that is horrifying. I learned so much. But I am still your peoples prisoner. I want to leave, Idis.

The Selphid went quiet as Geneva straightened. Her hand tensed on the wall.

I want to leave. They can make me forget that, but only when Im in the Mind. Do you think this is right?

IIm just a single Selphid, Geneva. I have orders.

Idis didnt know what to say. Nor was this the first time Geneva had said it. The [Doctor] almost laughed; Idis felt the muscles move, but it never came out.

I wanted to trust you, Idis. You know, this is just like what Okasha did.

No. Its not. Its for our people. Theyre not taking your body. Its

Idis bristled. Okasha had committed the gravest crime of a Selphid. Geneva began to walk.

Really? Explain to me how its different.

Idis struggled to explain it. Aware all the while that she was enabling Geneva to move. That Geneva was de facto a prisoner and Calectus had told Idis the [Doctor] was by no means allowed to leave, though she had free rein of the facility. And why not, with Idis in her? Geneva Scala replied and Idis realized she now dreaded the moments Geneva left the Third Mindafter their daily meetings, which lasted from an hour to four at most.

She had thought they were becoming friends. Now, the [Doctor] was angry. And Idiswas starting to run out of reasons she shouldnt be.

There was a saying that people who spoke English had. When it rained, it poured. That was the kind of phrase that confused the heck out of non-native speakers sometimes. Like blue. Justblue. As a word. Why did it have to be a color and emotion?

Ah, but the phrase was not a unique sentiment to English. There was an equivalent expression in Kenjiro Muratas language.

.

Hm?

The young man instantly bowed his head deeply.

I am sorry, Second of Armor, I was merely remarking upon the weather.

He regretted the slip. Especially because the Second of Armor was an important Dullahan, and they did not appreciate slips in manners.

Yet it seemed like luck was on Kens side, because the Dullahan did not take offense. Or perhaps it was Kens class and Skills.

[Diplomat]. [Excuse My Failings (Twiceover)].

A very curious Skill, but his latest one. It didnt mean Ken could flip over the table between the two and walk away without consequence. However, it did smooth over minor slips.

And this was a moment that required such a Skill, because the Second of Armor, who represented the Torum Legion, had made time to meet with Ken.

He glanced out the window now, as both knelt in a style very familiar to Ken. The Second of Armor glanced out the window at the light drizzle.

Ah. You will forgive my lack of understanding. I understood you were of theUnited Nations company. That there were Draths people among them is a lapse in logic. I must greet you again, Kenjiro Murata. I am glad also; you must be familiar with such formalities.

So saying, he indicated the square table and light foods placed there. Ken eyed the dishes. Oh yes, they were familiar. But the next moment caught him off-guard.

. It is my honor to greet you far from home. I hope I have said that correctly?

Ken hesitated, but kept his face smooth before smiling.

Very well, Second of Armor.

He was rewarded with a small smile from the Dullahan.

Ah, this is good. We even have dishes of shared interest.

Rice, in what Ken thought had distinct traces from Japan, especially in the way it was laid out with appetizers and chopsticks placedhe was so off-guard he nearly dropped his, although he waited for the Second of Armor to begin.

And yetthe two words would have confused a speaker who wasnt familiar with either language. But for anyone with a passing understanding of at least onethey would have been struck.

Because Ken had spoken a phrase from his native homeland, the Japanese equivalent of when it rains, it pours. Whereas, the Second of Armor had mistaken his words and offered a very, very simple greeting in another language.

Nin hao, from Chinese. Yet Ken would swear this was more suited for a Japanese meal; they were even sitting in seiza, which was a very Japanese way of sitting, legs under your knees.

Something called to him. Some greater revelation about Drath, this world, and its interaction with Earth. But Ken had to focus.

You have very graciously accepted my request, Second of Armor.

I hope you will now call me Zentel.

Another good sign. The Second of Armor smiled faintly, and the invitation to use his real name was exceptionally good. Of course, if Ken had been a Dullahan it would have been amazingly forward, but the rules were not the same between Dullahans and non-Dullahans.

Actually, from a strategic perspective, Ken would never ask a Dullahan to negotiate with other Dullahans unless they were exceptionally high-ranking and had armor of some high-grade metal. They were more forgiving with him.

Thank you, Lord Zentel.

I am not a [Lord], though I suppose my rank is equivalent.

Ken hid a smile.

Forgive me, Lord Zentel. I did mean your equivalent.

Another smile. Zentel knew he was being flattered and appreciated it. Ken smiled back as well. This was what he was good at. Getting along with people, and he had refined that ability since he had first come to this world.

You are very gifted in the ways of negotiation, Diplomat Kenjiro. Or Ken, if I may call you that? Ah, good. I am also very sympathetic to your companys plight. You see, the Torum Legion has also suffered the Yellow Rivers plague. A few cases, spread by air. Not byany actions among our soldiers.

It is a very virulent disease, Second of Armor.

The Dullahan, whose skin was a beautiful brown where it seemed to meld with a rare, expensive wooden armor, relaxed slightly. Suggestions of impropriety among the Dullahan soldiers would have been a touchy spot.

Yes. So we are doubly grateful that the Last Light clarified this disease spread via air. Indeed, her name was why I heard of your request; I fear it would have been lost in the many people seeking to speak to our company.

Ken ducked his head, listening, but with a bad feeling in his stomach. It was true. Even now, her name opened doors.

Geneva Scala. The Last Light of Baleros. The United Nations companys claim to fame

Missing. Which implicates a company you will not name. That the Torum Legion mayclash with?

Violence is not the first answer I would hope to reach, Second of Armor.

The Dullahan put down the cup hed been sipping from and sighed. He adjusted his head, on the little stand with a cushion where it sat. Sometimes Ken wanted to do that. Just pull off a body part and relax.

Wisdom, Diplomat Ken. Yet it may be an inevitability. I fear you know what I will say. If Doctor Scala would agree to train our soldiers, if we were given certain assurancesbut I have heard she is adamant. Nor can I blame her, given her involvement in thatdisgraceful battlefield. But you see, I would not lightly clash with The Bodies of Fellden.

Ken winced. The Second of Armor knew. It wasnt hard to figure out, granted. But

If a Selphid company were to havetaken the Last Light of Baleros, Second of Armor

It would be a disgrace. If true.

The Dullahan returned quickly. He sipped from his cup again, looking uncomfortable.

Yet The Bodies of Fellden are the supreme Selphid-company. The only Selphid-company. I do not mean to imply the Torum Legion would fail to face them in the field. Yet we must be practical. If you had concrete proof, and other companies

Ken spread his hands out helplessly.

Proof is difficult to obtain, Second of Armor. As for companies, there must be a first one. Would you not consider it for the name of Geneva Scala?

The Second of Armor hesitated, and Ken knew the answer before he spoke. So there it was. He ate and drank and made polite conversation about his homelandrevealing he was not from there specifically, which would not equate a lie, and the Second of Armor asked about the United Nations company, expressed sympathies for the loss of their City Runner whom he had no information of, and promised Ken he would help if they hadsomething.

Something to offer. Some proof. A location of where Geneva was. Lacking it?

Her name opened doors. It had opened a lot of doors because Geneva was extraordinary. Ken walked outside, shoulders drooping. But now Geneva was gone, and so was Luan.

It was a rainy day. It had been for a while.

The United Nations company was doing well.

No, really, it was.

Geneva Scala was gone. Luan was gone. Some people thought he was dead. Paige was sure he was not. So was Daly, and the Bushrangers kept taking assignments close to the places where he might have been, but it was a lot of jungle and, frankly, if he hadnt made it back to civilization after

No. He wasnt dead.

Paige was the [Engineer] of the United Nations company. One of the leaders, for whatever that meant. Noit meant people expected her to have a handle on things. Now that Luan and Geneva were gone, the soul really was her, Daly, Siri, Kirana, Ken, Aiko

The original group. The ones whod seen battle. If you thought you were hot shit, and you hadnt seen a monster, you could, at your peril, ask someone to tell you what it was like seeing companies fight. Or volunteer to join the Bushrangers for a mission. Or even just a training run.

That tended to kick most people out of it.

Hey. Does anyone know if Scorpos got a job?

Paige winced at the name. She was running down the ledger and saw Filip grimace. He was a [Scribe] and had been helping her do bookkeeping.

You mean Hudson?

Yes! But he writes Scorpo here. And he says hes putting in coppersbut I think weve got our missing funds.

The Polish [Scribe] glowered.

Bastard.

He was normally fairly mild-mannered, but he and Paige had just spent nearly an hour going over the entries to figure out why they were short on money. Theyd found a few missing entries, and it wasnt a lot of missing money, but every coin counted now that their two biggest earners were missing.

Ill have a word with him.

You couldask Dawson to kick his ass?

Filip suggested mildly. He didnt like Scorpo. Paige didnt like Scorpo. And to be fairmaybe even Hudson didnt like Hudson because hed tried to rename himself Scorpo. Start a new life, be the person he always wanted to be.

Hes fourteen, Filip. Besides, if I had to kick his ass, I could do it. Or Kirana could. Ill be nice. Its tough. Hes not used to having to have a job.

Everyone helps. Maybe he can cook?

If he says cookings for girls or not funyeah. Well work on it. Lets see about ScHudson, and if hes the culprit, we can close the books on this one.

Filip nodded and stretched. Paige rubbed at her back, but really, she wasnt that stiff. They had actual padded chairs, not the basic wood onessome of which Daly had made and were about as comfortable as a rock.

The United Nations company now occupied four houses, two side-by-side, and two more across the street, also joined. Paige was in the oldest one, which was headquarters. They had one area devoted just for leisure, and the other two were to sleep inthough there were beds in every house. Woe to anyone who wanted to sleep in the rec-house, though.

Rent was low, and they had put money into a number of projects, including comfy chairs. You might be surprised, but it had been voted on fast. At first, Paige had thought everyone would vote for magical items, but when you got people used to living in this world, acting as adults, even if they were as young as fourteen or thirteen, you began to develop certaintastes.

Likea couch. Take your magic wand and shove it somewhere else. Give me a couch so I can nap after working all day. Of course, magic went hand-in-hand with that, but sensible magic.

Paige. Paige. Help! The cooling charms arent working! Some idiot had to try and put them together and I think it broke the enchantments.

One of the younger members of the company ran up as Paige was heading downstairs. She closed her eyes.

Who? Kendra, get me my crossbow.

The girl grinned uncertainly because Paige did have one of her custom-made crossbows in her room.

I think it was Lorenzo.

Lorenzo! If you broke the charms, Im taking it out of your pay!

Paige shouted, and some of the voices from below went oooh and started calling similar insults, since it was getting warmer in this house. She heard an angry reply from the Italian man.

It wasnt me!

Paige came down the steps as Kendra slid down the banisterthe thirteen year-old girl from the United Kingdom stopped as Lorenzo stormed over. He began arguing with Paige in accented Englishhe was still learningthat he could not be the culprit.

Lorenzo, one of the Italians that Daly had found. Paige, an Australian from the original group whod joined Gravetenders Fist. And here came Kirana, who had been found after theyd escaped that deathtrap, the [House Manager] from India.

Not that they were their countries, but it was something to remember. They had different backgrounds, and it puzzled the Lizardfolk who just saw Humans. There was some kind of irony about thatbut Paige was too busy interrogating Lorenzo.

Kirana, who was smelling of papadums, emerged with an exasperated look. She heard out the first beats of the argument as the two sweated, turned, and frowned.

Kendra did it.

I did not!

The girl squeaked and hid behind Paige. Which turned out to be a mistake because Paige whirled around.

Kendra!

The girl protested, without knowing one of Kiranas Skills shed obtained recently was [Spot the Culprit]. The perfect identity-Skill for squabbles over lost electronics, people neglecting chores, and so on.

The offender was soon punished, by Lorenzo the falsely accused, Kirana, and Paige, with cleaning the toilets and scrubbing dishesnot on the same dayfor three weeks. Kendra burst into tears and Kirana stopped Paige before she could shout.

I will let her cry. You go.

Thanks, Kirana. Uhcould you ask ScHudson if he was lying about his new job?

Kirana nodded. Paige felt guilty passing off the work, but there it was. Kirana wasnt necessarily nicer than Paige, but she was better at not blowing up.

She was nicer. And Paige had less patience with tears, but she forgotKendra was thirteen. Shed appeared, lost, by herself, and had been stealing with a gang of friendly Lizardfolk kids when Ken found her.

Not everyone hit the ground running. In fact, almost everyone went splat at one point. It was why the United Nations company was working. Why it was going well. They could prop each other up.

It was going well. They had a bank of coins. The Bushrangers were able to afford gear, Paige was developing better crossbows, they had allies in Gravetenders Fist, a small but growing company led by Quallet Marshhand. They were levelling in their respective classes, they found more people from Earth now and then, and Genevas clinic and her trainees could still help people, even if she was gone.

But she was gone. And so was Luan. And some days it felt like now theyd lost their way and everyone was searching for Geneva. The attention had dried up, which was good; Geneva wasnt being besieged by requests from powerful groups to meet with her.

We dont matter. And thats a problem and a good thing right there. It aint perfect, but Ill tell you whatdoing something that puts us at risk isnt the solution either.

For a second, Paige thought someone was reading her mind. Then she looked over and saw Blake arguing with Myron and Nicola and Andel. Paige slowed.

Whats not a good solution?

Here comes the hammer. Hi, Paige.

Nicola muttered a bit too loudly and guiltily looked away. Blake waved Paige over.

Nothing.

It sounds like something.

Its not happening, but people are talking about it.

Blake clarified after a second. He scratched at his hair and looked at the other three. None of them wanted to explain, but Paige had a feeling she knew what was under discussion.

Whos agitating for us to pull up now? And where are we going this time? Wistram? Or to find the Singer of Terandria? High-five Joseph? Or is it Rmi?

Nicola shuffled her feet. Andel coughed.

Its just talk, Paige.

Right, and it just takes one person going to the Mages Guildlisten, guys. I know its not perfect, but I do not want to have to ask Daly to post someone to watch the guild.

So youre going to keep us from going there? Thats tyranny!

Myron flushed, getting angry. Paige snapped.

Im not keeping you from doing anything, Myron. Thats not tyranny, thats us not making stupid moves that cant be taken back without everyone voting on it.

You mean, us voting and the leaders getting to say whats happening.

Oi, Myron. Watch it.

Blake reached out to slap Myrons shoulder. Paige bit her tongue.

This doesnt come from nothing, does it? What was it this time?

Cockroaches. Someone left a bunch of food out and the window was open and then

Paige shuddered. Talenqual was a port-city, but it was still firmly set in the tropics, or maybe sub-tropics, of Baleros. And the problem with a world of magic was that you got magical bugs. Invisible mosquitoes, teleporting cockroaches

Okay, she hadnt seen either one, but you heard stories! And the regular ones were big, disgusting, and a lot of people had never seen a proper giant bug before.

It was clearly time for a rousing speech. And since Kirana was busy, Paige did her best. She looked at the four of them and pitched her voice so some of the other people dozing or sitting waiting for a turn at one of the gaming laptops could hear. Gaming, incidentally, had infected almost all of the United Nations company. When there was a limited amount of electronics but nigh-infinite power if you could afford or cast the [Repair] spell, you quickly did everything you could do with said devices.

Look, guys. I get it. Its not perfect. Its not great. I know we have to work, but listentheres no guarantee itll be better at any of those places. Theres danger out there. Remember the phone message?

She got a few nods, a decisive one from Blake and one from Nicola, but Andel frowned.

How would we know its not good if we dont look?

I didnt say we wont look! Were investigating. We will find a good base. Maybe its Talenqual but we cast anti-bug spells everywhere. Maybe its Izril, Terandria, Chandrar

Blake interrupted.

Not Chandrar. Too fecking hot. Did you see the documentary by that Rmi Canada guy? Positively baking.

Paige rolled her eyes.

Maybe Wistram. Maybe Terandria. Justgive it time. Were making life better. Were levelling up!

Andel muttered.

Some of us have cool classes. Some of us are [Fishers].

Paige exploded.

Then get another job! Practice sword fighting or magic! Weve got a spell tome!

Blake patted her on the shoulder as everyone went quiet. She struggled to reel her tongue in.

Sorry. Listen. Its hard. Were looking for Geneva, and if we dont find her

Her voice trailed off.

Well make a change. But weve come a long way, believe me. So lets not do anything rash, huh? Give it time, bring it up, and I promise you, well send scouts the next time Ken returns from his trips if we dont get any progress there.

That was altogether likely, and the reminder of their past sobered the others. They gave her that wary look, even Blake.

I was there. It soundedstupid. Like a badge of pride or something, but she had been on a battlefield with the others. Sometimes Paige wanted to throw them therenot to kill them or traumatize them, but just so they got it.

It can get far, far worse. The dangers in this world exceeded belief.

Yeah. Sorry, Paige.

Andel muttered after a while. She awkwardly nodded. Set off tofind Scorpo? Work on another mechanical invention?

The United Nations company hadnt invented football. They hadnt become the Singers of Baleros. They were not [Reporters], and while they had one member whod shaken things up, The Last Light of Baleros, only Luan had come close in fame.

Oh, everyone had ideas. But it was amazing how little expertise there was. So a lot of it went to Paige.

Hey Paige, why dont you invent something from home? What abouta bicycle? Or how about a pump? Oror electricity? Thatd make a lot of money, right?

Oh, sure. Why hadnt she thought of that? Hold on, Paige would just get her expert [Smith] friend who could machine gears and pay for all that steelwork. Electricity? No problem! You could make a basic battery, and a lightbulb wasnt that hard. It was only blown glass and a custom filament she had no idea how to make. To be fair, it wasnt a bad idea, and the pump for wells and such wasnt bad either!

She had actually invented a basic pump. Only to have Lizardfolk laugh at it and show her an enchanted well pump that auto-pumped water.

Ken had thought he could sell the pump to poorer villages, but hed warned her they would copy the design. That was the issue. Anything you could make, someone could probably steal. AndPaige had nearly flipped when she saw a bicycle being advertised in the Mages Guild.

Solar Cycles, Esthelm, Izril.

She was in an inventions-race with other people from Earth who stole the ideas that would make money, damn them!

But they were in the same spot. And to be fairPaige hesitated, then went to the basement of the United Nations headquarters. She opened a reinforced iron door, and carefully used a [Light] spell to illuminate everything. No fire was allowed anywhere near this place. Everything was sealed up, and she had emergency extinguishersbuckets of waterand never put enough of the stuff together unless she was finishing it. Then they went straight into bags of holding.

The [Blackpowder Engineer] sighed as she looked at the mornings work.

[Daily Resource: Blackpowder].

She carefully pointed a finger, and a small shower of the stuff fell into a glass container. She stared at the creationthe alchemical creation, technically. That was the term Daly used to explain it in the rare cases his team employed it.

Gunpowder. Or at least, the precursor to it all. Yes. Paiges hands moved as she went for the outer shell of another, wellbomb. Explosive. They had long since stopped trembling. Especially since shed gained [Lesser Explosive Resistance]. She didnt know if it would save her up-close, but here it was.

The United Nations company might be smaller than some groups of Earthers whod come to this world, especially given their numbers. But they had not fallen behind. They had brought something big here. But using it?

Paige did not want to use it. She still remembered Geneva and Dalys rift. But shed continued and now she had a thought.

Ken couldnt get allies to find Geneva. He kept trying, and they kept trying to figure out where she was. They had no knowledge of her, or allies beyond Quallet. But if they found out, if Geneva signalled them

Paige slowly poured pieces of stone into the outer casing. If they found where Geneva was

Everything wasnt going well. They needed Geneva back. They were lost without her.

Summer took a long time. Technically, the summer break was over, but since the Professor was gone, classes were on a kind of hiatus.

No one said the Titan was missing, but if you had to be told outrightand the regular teachers had cut their curriculums too. Perorn, for instance, had cancelled all her classes, so the students on break were advised to extend their stays. Refunds were issuedand that was the least of the Forgotten Wing companys problems, frankly.

But something that no one said outright was this: when you took your summer break, or the winter one, to visit family and go home, you were expected to come back better.

A student who lazed around and didnt try anything for months? They had missed the point. When you had free time, it was your chance.

Thus, you could look at Wils group as an example of what students should do. Go out, gain valuable levels and experience in the field. Dying was optional.

In the same wayPerorn glanced at her notes. What had they called it?

Kismet Securities? Dead gods and trench hoof. Thats not egotistical at all. I should have expected nothing less, I suppose.

Plaudits that they have any success at all. Do you have any records of their work?

One of the top [Strategists] in the company that Perorn actually respected, a Selphid [Battle Master]a unique specialization that combined other focusesleaned over. They were named Hetoque, and in charge of planning individual offensives.

Here. Lookthis is a sampler theyre offering. A redesign on a city they consulted with.

The four students, Kissilt, Cameral, Umina, and Marian, had re-worked the cityIzrilian, Human, apparentlyto change the standard design of, well, put a wall down around your ever-increasing radius. Some cities did have proper planning, but many were simple geometric shapes.

A giant square. A circle, or semi-circle that made use of a natural backdrop like cliffs. All finebut when they designed things like walls or gates, they just left it as a sheer, vertical drop to deter most monsters and bandits.

Which was fineif you didnt think youd ever run into a high-level monster or person.

This city was struck by the Bloodfeast Raiders. No relation to the Bloodtear Pirates.

Ive heard of them. Ahso they redesigned for

Perorn smiled faintly.

High-level attacks. See? Theyve at least paid attention in class. Economical too; nothing foolish like demanding twice the cost in stone to justify bastion-level defences.

The city was called Celum. Kissilt and his team had done well. Rather than trying to turn the city into a fort and demanding a huge cost in construction and high-level [Builders], theyd simply made an attack as nasty as possible for a group of high-level individuals like the Bloodfeast Raiders.

In other words, you looked at it like this: you could not stop the enemy from coming over the walls. They could jump, fly, or sneak past. Then theyd blast the city with [Fireballs]. Same with monsters.

Soyou made it untenable for them to do so without reckoning with the defenders first. The recommendations were simple but telling: build a covered wall, with no exposed battlements. Interior crenellations would face in both directions. If someone gained entry into the city, theyd be watching for arrows in their backs the entire time. In theory, someone could just blast the walls down, but if they could do that, you had more problems.

Lets say the raiders knew this, though. Theyd naturally enter the walls through a breach theyd cause and slaughter the low-level [Guards]. Thats what theyd try, and probably be laughing, charging through the cramped corridors, blocking arrows and low-level spells.

Right up until the loaded spike trap hit them with enough force to kill even a Gold-rank [Warrior]. Or maim at least, if you didnt see it coming. It was just a bent piece of wood.

Lizardfolk tactics. Perorns right foreleg twitched at the memory. It was a nightmare, entering their territory when they set those things up in swampy water, or in a forest. You could take hundreds in casualties just trying to march forwards if you didnt prepare.

So, an interior death-trap that even adventurers would sweat at. Carefully-designed fallback points. Perorn reached the end of the free sampler.

Not bad work.

I think so. I see Camerals work most in this. He does like his defensive lines.

Hetoque smiled faintly. She was wearing a Human females body today. Perorn smiled too, but then lost it.

That was one of the few things you could smile about right now. They turned back to listening to the briefing from one of their peersbut it wasnt something they needed to hear, really.

The trick was getting her to understand. A giant Squirrel-woman was perched on her chair, eating a block of brie coated with jam. In theory, it was probably tasty. In practice? Perorn wondered which depraved animal ate it like that.

escalating pushes from our northern territories. You see, Commander Foliana? Commander Foliana?

The leader of the Forgotten Wing company, one of the worlds most famous [Rogues] and assassins, Three-Colored Stalker, opened her eyes and stopped chewing. She transferred the food to one bulging cheek.

I wasnt asleep.

Perorn sighed. She waved a hand, and the exasperated Naga, one of the six [Strategists] present besides herself, meant to replace Niers ability to lead the company, if temporarily, let her trot forwards.

Foliana. Were trying to explain the situation.

She got the uncanny gaze of the [Rogue] full-forcethree colors, pink, yellow, and green, each one occupying a part of her eye. She sat in the war council, which was set with a long, simple table of wood.

That was the only simple thing about Niers war council. He had maps, both physical and magical, ready to project almost every region of Baleros.

At any given time, the complete layout of their forces could be observed, a huge section of territory or allied interests across the lower-middle of Baleros. There was a list of treaties and ongoing contracts with cabinets ready for inspection on the exact wording.

Dossiers on the commanders in charge of each grouping, the breakdown of soldiers and supplies. Multiple encrypted scrying devices. Pride of place of it all, of course, was their smaller command deck on the table where the Fraerling himself could orchestrate the room.

It was empty, and the room was uncannily vacant compared to normal. Ordinarily, if they were planning a huge offensive, it would be filled with officers and experts in their fields. [Generals] and [Strategists].

But now it was only Foliana and the seven [Strategists]. The rest were all out of the citadel.

Putting out fires.

I am not a [Strategist]. Mm. Im bored.

Foliana took another bite of her strange snack. Perorn folded her arms and glared. She could do that; few people would take her to task, but Perorn knew Foliana.

You need to pay attention. Niers is gone.

Not dead. Hell be back.

Two huge eyes blinked at her. Perorn looked around and the other [Strategists] gave her a look saying clearly that she had to hammer this into Folianas stubborn head. She had never quite understood why Niers wanted to be second-in-command. Then again, he liked being the real power behind the throne, so to speak. But it did make it hard to reason with her.

Yes, but in his absence, we are under attack. By whomever hired Peclir Imand from outside forces.

Its probably not even organized. Simple logic on behalf of whomever is after us.

That came from one of the two Dullahans present. Perorn nodded at him.

Exactly. The other Great Companies know hes missing. Everyone knows hes missing, so everyones piling on. Whats that saying about that?

Foliana pursed her lips.

When you see someone being mugged, join in and kick them while theyre on the ground?

Perorn hesitated.

Not the expression Id use, but its damned applicable here. The Iron Vanguard is threatening our fortresses on their border. Maelstroms Howling is watching them since they know they need us, but theyre edging up on our most valuable areas. Damned greedy Centaur vultures.

The other [Strategists] and Foliana all looked pointedly at Perorn, the lone Centaur in the room. She glared, pawing the ground.

What? Its true. Not a shred of foresight in most of their heads. Listen. Foliana, we have small companies trying to bite at us, thinking were distracted. Weve pulled every group we can to hotspots, keeping things under control.

Hence the vacancies here. They even had students acting as officers. Foliana pointed to the magical map, glowing with danger zones. She turned to Foliana.

You see what theyre doing, dont you?

Please see. It wasnt hard. If you couldnt figure it out after all that, youd fail out of her entry-class on the spot.

Bleeding us. Taking forces away from the capital. Here.

Foliana answered grudgingly after a minute of waiting. Perorn exhaled. She saw the giant Squirrel reach for a glass of wine.

You could just say it. Mm. Ive been here forty minutes. Numbers. Places. Just say that part. Niers does.

Niers isnt here. I am asking you for judgement, Foliana. Its clear as day they want to divide up our strengths. You are the only other head of the company. If someone strikes us hereI have a list. Which investments do we drop? We can evacuate forts, keep an army in reserve. If youre not comfortable, I have it ranked by my priority.

Foliana saw the other [Strategists] tense as she was presented with the list. And, again, she barely looked at it.

Mm. Thats all our territory. We took that fort. I was there. I stabbed someone in the foot for it. That village mines gold.

I know, Foliana. But we cant keep them all. Were leaving ourselves exposed.

Two huge eyes blinked.

Just like they want.

Yes, so

Keep them all.

That was the last thing the Centaur wanted to hear. She trotted forwards. The problem was

This campaign had to be Peclirs initiative. He understood Niers and Foliana, that damned traitor. And Foliana was possessive.

I know its our territory. We can win it back. But if we dont want to be vulnerable here

Theyll take our forces anyways. Mm. Its a plan. Plans usually work if theyre good. Dont bother.

Perorn blinked. That clear line came from Folianashe still refused to look at the map, but she gave Perorn a piercing glance.

We will lose forces. Somethingmm. Something will happen. We will be exposed. Then they strike.

That seems to be their plan, yes. Which means we have to safeguard you. Perhaps even consider abandoning this city if it comes to it. Though they might

Strike us on the road. Mm. Yes. They have good plans if theyre smart. If theyre not, theyre not. If they are? Doesnt matter.

The Centauress tilted her head slightly. She trotted back as the other [Strategists] looked worried. Foliana sounded defeatist, but that wasnt what Perorn was getting.

You seem like you have a plan, Foliana. Which would be?

Keep everything. Lose nothing. Unless you have to. Dont bother me.

Three-Color Stalker sat there, nibbling at her food. Just like shed been doing since Niers left. Shed participated in the news, disappeared to check her news sources, but carried on as Perorn tried to hold everything together.

The Centauress had resented that. Fleethoof, the famous [Strategist], was aware of her limits and she needed Niers, just as much as he needed her and his other officers.

But Folianashe just sat there. When the last of the brie disappeared and she was licking her paws, she looked up.

I am not a [Strategist].

You lead this company

Foliana shrugged.

But Im not a [Strategist]. Dont tell me strategy things. Just do it. Keep everything you can. Let them take forces. Something else will come up. Plans are smart. Opponents are smart.

And when they corner us?

Perorn snapped. And, at last, she saw Folianas eyes gleam. The Squirrel Beastkin raised her head slowly.

When they reveal themselves? They always do. Then I know their faces. Then I know who they are. They die, or we die. All I have to do is wait. Dont bother me. Im going to eat more brie.

She hopped off her chair and vanished halfway towards the door. Perorn saw Hetoque edge back, but the door never opened. Maybe Foliana was here? Maybe shed left.

The room was silent for a moment. Perorn looked around.

You heard her.

It was then she was reminded of the difference. Noeven reassured, despite Folianas completely unhelpful demands. She wasnt Niers. A [Strategist], like Perorn, like Niers, thought of gain and loss. Of where to apply strength, to retreat, how to conserve their forces.

Emily was shouting for him in Rhir. She was hardly the only person to take one look at him and jump to the conclusion. It wasnt just her, though.

There was just something about the way he moved. Magus Grimalkin ignored Troydels excited voice. He leaned forwards.

Hm. Magnify. Magnify.

The view enhanced until you could see Luan. Dark-skinned, set in his seat. And then you observed his form.

Legs, body, core, all moving as one. When he pulled, the technique saw him crouch forwards. The seat actually moved with him on some kind of rollers. He timed when the blades of his oars hit the water, pulled with one huge effort that combined his legs and arms strength, and then lifted the blades out of the water, tilting them sideways to reduce air drag. Then they were ready to pull again.

Look at that. Look at that! What economy of form! What a refined movement!

Grimalkin was striding up and down his ranks of students, which included more Gnolls than Drakes, pointing. Each time Luan moved, Grimalkin would indicate another group of muscles flexing. Shining, under the sun.

This is conditioning! Look at his fat-to-muscle ratio. And he is not failing in his form! It has been thirty minutes and his speed hasnt dropped! Gonads! This Human has gonads! We will be adapting this exercise if I have to create a lake!

What about a rowing machine?

Troydel saw Grimalkins head snap around.

You. Explain.

But even as he listened, he looked at Luan. There was more than mere appreciation there. Respect. The Human was rowing at an incredible pace. Buthe wasnt slowing.

Luan could honestly row on a conventional scull. But he couldnt here because this scull, enchanted as it was, actually meant that his maximum pace would send them out of control. Same with the oarshe had to balance his form to avoid them hitting waves. In a more controlled environment

But he had gone so long! Luan had trained in multiple areas, before specializing in the single sculland he was in excellent shapebut the mens single sculls was a time attack. Seven minutes? That was seven minutes of your utmost energy.

Forty minutes and he felt like he was still in the top 90% of his energy. This was [Greater Endurance]. This was the effect of surviving for countless days at sea.

And yetlest you forgetLuan glanced up.

The Wave Runner was still keeping pace. Every time he tried to speed up, Luan kept ahead of him. It was a psychological attack as much as a desire not to have Oredien pass him. If the half-Elf slowed, Luan would happily leave him behind, but they were close.

Running was, inherently, a bit easier than sculling to Luans mind. You could get ultramarathoners. He didnt hear about people sculling for forty eight hours.

But with his Skills he had Oredien in a break-neck race. He just had to keep going, and to look at the half-Elf, hed burned through a lot of his stamina to begin with too. Ironically, theyd both acted a bit like rookies for a longer race; pushed themselves too fast, too soon. But that was okayLuan had a cheering team.

Mouth!

Noa saw Luan open his mouth. She tossed the snack up at him and saw him chew, furiously.

Got any stamina potions? Water?

He panted. Another Fraerling heaved at the stamina potion.

Hold on, its hwhoops. Uh oh.

They were moving so fast that the heave of Luans oars caught the potion and, freed from his belt, it zipped away from them, appearing to be stationary in the air. The Tallguard shaded her eyes.

Uhwell, I think the half-Elfs got the potion. As in, it just smacked him in the face. Hear him swearing?

Luan didnt, but he saw it. Noa helped them grab another one. And they continued. However

He is alive.

Xol of Ingrilt sounded vaguely pleased. The Dullahan [Admiral] pursed her lips. Her head was monitoring the situation while her body paced back and forth.

You sound pleased.

I am. I did not ask for him to die.

He is interfering with the Iron Vanguards victory. It is patently obvious that the Wave Runner is struggling. We cannot trust this merely to chance. Move the fleet to intercept.

By chance or fate, theirs was the fleet in the area. Xol slowly rotated his head as the gigantic War Walker aboard the warship saw their heading change. He eyed the projection of the [Admiral]s map.

We may not intercept them in time.

The [Admiral] was aware of this. The two Runners were moving incredibly fast, and she had seen the projections of Daquin and how Luan had dodged ships before.

We may not. Send three cutter-class ships. Nets and capture spells. No deadly force. Unless you disagree, Xol?

She turned deferentially to him. She hoped he wouldnt, but he did have the authority to dissent. The War Walker hmmed, a huge rumble. At last, he shook his head.

No. He and I have a history. Send the cutters.

Potions. At the two hour mark, Luan was sure they were closing on the harbor. He thought he could see it, and but for potions

Oredien was right behind him. It was now clear to Luan that the half-Elf and he were saving their Skills for the final stretch. Who would use them first? He was a distant speck now; Luan had steadily pulled ahead, mostly by virtue of the scull being so fast.

However, potions meant he couldnt lose the Courier. Ironically, it was neutralizing the stamina element.

We have to ban those in the magical Olympics.

Luan grunted. The four-Fraerling team, riding on the front of the scull with a safety harnessall save for Cotm, who was cowering under coverdidnt look as enthused by the idea as he was. They knew what it was; hed explained it to them, but they just acted dubious.

What, Tallfolk Olympics? I bet wed have to do our own. Sure, you can run around a forest. But can you climb a tree in under ten minutes?

Luan was about to reply that some Humans couldnt even climb a tree, period, when he saw three shapes gliding towards him. One look at their sails and he cursed.

The Iron Vanguard! Not again!

They were angling to form a giant cordonand tracking him, keeping pace. As he turned left, they moved with him, and it looked like their goal was just to block and then trap him.

Unlike last time at Daquin, they knew he was coming, and so theyd draped nets, creating a moving wall hundreds of feet long. Luan swore a blue streak as he shot towards them.

Were going to have to beat them in a race!

Noa warned him. She was trying to figure out if Luan could; the closer he got, the faster hed pull away, but Resk was tugging at her arm.

Dont get too close! Luan, I sense [Mages]. Theyll hit you with spells.

CheatingDullahanXol!

Luan shouted, pulling even faster with the oars. He was eying the gapand noticing Oredien had sped up. Even if they didnt catch him, they could slow him down and the Wave Runner would win! Luan stared at the low-hanging cutters. Not warships, but speedy ships perfect for chases and events like this. Damn. Damn

Cotm glanced up at the cutters as he saw Luan searching for a way to go. The cutters were drifting towards the coast and they surely couldnt follow him onto the surf, but if they blocked him therethe other choice was deep sea.

Resk, can you enchant us? Turn the scull invisible? Counter spells?

The Alchimagus gave Luan an insulted look.

Oh, sure. Why dont you get a [Mage] to turn an entire house and a Giant invisible. Or counter a [Fireball] the size of a hill?

Luan didnt reply. He was straining, a Skill on the tip of his tongue. But would it be enough? Thats when Cotm burst out.

Damned boats! They dont even look that big to me. This is why the sea is idiotic. On land, we can just go over hazards.

Cotm, dont be stupid. The designers just forgot to add an underwater feature to the scull.

Noa began scolding him. Then she saw their course change. Luan headed straight for the nearest cutter, which paused as the [Captain] halted its momentum. Surprised.

Luan? Whats gotten into you?

I have a stupid plan. Watch out for nets! Gah

Luan shot left, avoiding a [Sticky Webs] spell. But he continued straight for the cutter. The other two ships were moving out, prepared for a feint. But that wasntCotm realized what Luan was about to do, what hed suggested, and screamed. The [Captain] realized it too.

Nets in the air! In the

The [Athlete] dug his oars into the water a few dozen paces away from the cutters low railings. He shouted a Skill.

[Two Hundred Pound]

Noa stared down at the deck of the Iron Vanguards ship. Below her, she saw figures standing there. They looked small, just like she was to other species.

For a second, she experienced the inverse, and she saw Dullahans gaping up at her. Holding their heads, tracking them. In a time out of time. A momentthen they were falling.

They hit the water as Luan vaulted the cutter. The [Mages] and net-throwers were so stunned that they completely forgot to target him until he was dozens of feet away. And then

Luan was redefining movement in the scull. Forget mere speed. He could jump! He was laughing. And then he rememberedhe was competing.

Here came the Wave Runner. The half-Elf sped up. He flashed past the ships, which actually had impeded him, but Luan saw something.

Dead gods. What is that?

He saw Oredien running. And realized his nickname was a misnomer. They called him the Wave Runner, but that was only because he had boots. Luan saw the half-Elf nod at him as he ran across the water, towards the distant city of Hemglass.

Runningalong a forest trail. A flattened dirt road, beautiful trees, not the thick undergrowth of Baleros, but somewhere else.

The half-Elfs home. He was running, and was that an elk racing him? Luan blinked. The Wave Runner was running in some kind ofsecond world. Maybe a vision. A memory. A piece of home.

He was going faster. So Luan laughed. He was tired. The citys harbor was in sight. But this would be nothing if it wasnt a tough competition! So he whispered. Skill versus Skill. If that was your best

This is mine. [Time of the Olympian].

Noa looked up.

Ive never heard that Sk

She saw Luans arms blur. He began to move faster than she had ever seen him move before. Accordinglyshe felt a kick to her back. She went flying. The scull surged across the waves and Noa was picked up, hurled into the ocean

And caught by the safety-tether. She hung there, flying horizontally in the air, as Resk and Cotm and Kessice dragged her over to hang onto the bars. They held on, floating by the sheer speed of it.

Elves.

Oredien saw Luan pass him again. He knew running. He was one of the best. But he had to look at Luan and something told himthere was a difference. They had Skills. They had magic.

But there went an [Athlete]. If Oredien knew how to run, had practiced it, Luan had studied it. He wasted no movement. He was faster.

It would have been a better story if they were neck-and-neck, but Luan pulled ahead. His body blurred, moving in perfect rhythm, and even Orediens best Skill just

Luan reached the harbor first. The half-Elf surged after him, but the Wave Runner didnt slacken, even though he felt like hed lost. Yet he murmured as Luan slowed, seeing the crowds, Centaurs galloping, jostling with the Iron Vanguard. Pointing.

Im sorry, Luan.

Despite itand he would have preferred it otherwisehe was going to win. He saw Luan realize it too as he slowed, coming into the harbor. The last problem.

Not the Iron Vanguard. The Maelstroms Howlings company was there in force and they could probably neutralize each other. Ratherthe [Jeweler].

He was in the city. And Luan had a watercraft. Oredien strained for speed. He was hundreds of feet behind Luanbut the man would lose everything when he got out of his scull. Depending on if he tossed the pearl to a Centaur and the Centaur was quickit would be close.

God! F

Luan shouted. He saw the people pointing to a street that apparently led to the [Jeweler]. But he realized the same thing the Wave Runner did. No! Not like this!

He could run, but he knew how slow it would be. It was practically a straight shot! If only

Toss it to us! Well run it in!

A Centaur was galloping along the docks, pointing at a group waiting to ferry it there. But Luan had taken it here andhe looked up

Oredien was closing in.

Sorry, Luan.

Noa groaned. She saw the man panting. He had rowed for two hours plusand there was a kind of battle-fever in his eyes. Nocompetition fever. He wasnt a [Warrior]. She saw him glance at her, teeth grindingthen eye the streets.

Hemglass was a modern port city. No dirt like Talenqual. Someone had taken the time to pave it over with stone, rather than incur the costs of mud and the like. Decent stones. His eyes flickered.

Resk.

Huh? No, I cant teleport it. Imagine teleporting a giant coconut to a place youve never seen and

Resk!

The [Mage] fell silent. Luan heaved, calculating. He looked downhe had less than ten seconds at the speed they were coming if he wanted to slow.

Resk, exactly how tough did they make this sculls enchantments?

The [Mage] peered at Luan. He stared at the street, at Noa, who had a delighted look on her face.

No! I will shoot you! Dont you

Noa turned her head. She had to. She looked ahead when they landed, but she turned her head. Just to see the half-Elf Couriers facethe crowdsas they saw Luan launch the scull off water and onto land. He hit the paved street, and the crowds, Centaurs colliding into each other, scattered as the scull stormed across the paved street.

It barely lost momentum! If anything, it might have gone faster, since it was enchanted to be frictionless and the smooth surface couldnt grip the enchanted wood. It shot forwards like a skateboard from hell. The Death of Kneecapsa huge pointed ram, shooting down Hemglass streets.

Thus, Luan the Rower became the first sculler to go over land.

Sitq the Setter was having a lot of fun. He was staring at the scrying orb and Luan had just gotten to the cutters when he heard something from outside.

Out of the way! Aaah! Aaaaa

The sound was like the most tremendous thunder of wood-on-stone, but so fast it sounded like a miniature earthquake. Sitq saw the representatives of both companies in the front of his famous shop point at something, then scatter. The old Lizardman sat up, the Octoring behind him.

What is th

Luan Khumalo, the very same Human in the scrying orb, twenty minutes delayed, came through the glass window of Sitqs storefront, hitting the displays, bouncing, in his scull, skidding towards Sitq, desperately trying to arrest his movement. The scull flipped and Sitq duckedbut far too slowly.

Luan slammed into the counter and lay there, the scull amazingly intact. The Human?

A trembling Sitq got up after a second and stared at the dazed man. He saw two eyes open, and a hand rose.

Pearl.

He pulled something out of a bag of holding, put it on the counter, and lay back. Sitq stared at the bag. He opened it and found the Purewater Pearl, ready to be set after the proper cutting. He stared at the Human, his destroyed shop, and the Maelstroms Howling and Iron Vanguard forces, watching Oredien jog up the street. They stared at the [Jeweler], apprehensively waiting for his reaction.

The Lizardman eyed the scull, his destroyed shop again, and Luan. He bent down.

You. Are my new favorite Human. Autograph, please.

Luan the [Rower].

Of course, he needed a better name. Couriers needed suitable names, and the Wave Runner was the first rung on that kind of recognition. Later, you would earn more specific titles. Orsometimes they just knew your name.

Like Mihaela Godfrey, the Courier of Izril.

Yet. Courier? The Human man had been registered as a City Runner that morning. Right until the Guildmistress of the Hemglass Runners Guild took a look out her window. She shouted one word.

Courier!

No one who beat a Courier in a race could be anything less. Not just that; a Courier was someone whose name you knew.

They knew his name. Sitq the Setter himself was laughing, having his vaguely traumatized shop assistants and guards sweep up his destroyed store front, and Luan shook Orediens hand.

The half-Elf had a rueful look on his faceand an accusatory tone in his voice, but mildly.

If Id known you were intending to make your Courier debutyou could have warned me.

I didnt know if Id beat you, to be fair.

Yes, but Id have started running and kicked your damn boatah, damn. Well done. Youll be buying the drinks, though. After this.

He gestured at the crowd, people wanting autographs, and a [Mage] wanting to interview him. Luan looked around, thoughtfully. Noa and the other Fraerlings were very silenthidden. Hopefully magically concealed from spells.

I know where to get the drinks. Its the next city over. Want to skip this?

The Wave Runner raised his brows. Fascinating.

Someone was at least used to being in the spotlight as well. Luan didnt just runwell, rowlike a Courier. He walked like one too, not some rookie.

You Human [Trickster]. You were already a Courier or something, werent you?

The Courier, who for some reason would develop a nickname completely foreign, completely suitable, turned his head to grin and wink at Oredien. They saw him and recognized him. His scattered people.

So that was how Luan the Olympian came back to Talenqual. The harbor docks were heaving as he rowed in with Oredien jogging alongside him. A miniature flotilla followed the two into the harbor; ahead he could see a lot of Humans jumping up and down, screaming at him as loud as they could.

Tears in some eyes. Daly just shouted.

You bloody bastard! I knew you werent dead! You kept us hanging for months!

He was laughing, though, and Dawson was going around slapping backs and hugging people. He knocked Siri into the drink and she climbed out to kick him into it.

Chaos and confusion and drama. The only person arguably unhappy was Cotm, who had been heartily sick afterwards. He raised a distinctly green face from throwing up into a bag of holding. Noa shuddered.

I hope you emptied that first. Look at all the Tallfolk. Is this going to make our job easier or harder? We have to get to Paeth with the supplies.

Nothing like a Courier for opening doors. Besides, its nice to zoom about. Thats a story to tell.

Resk, the Alchimagus, smiled, but he was watching the Humans. Allies? That was a hard thing to say with the Fraer-folk, but Paeth needed allies. In fact

There were more than just Talenquals people, the United Nations company, and the Featherfolk Brigade, who were a bit put out that all this celebration wasnt for them.

Kissilt, Cameral, Umina, and Marian all stood further back on the docks. Kissilt was cursing and fishing around for something.

Damn. Just when Id thought this was all wasted. Do we have to cozy back up to that company, or what?

It is just a Courier. Not the Last Light.

Cameral was making notesfor their next job. Umina and Marian exchanged a look.

He was just a City Runner the last time we saw him. Thats some serious gear, Cameral. Did you see his scull-thing? Its a new kind of variation on a traditional craft. Theres something here.

The [Strategists] were fairly disguised; enough so that no one immediately pointed to them as the Titans students. They all had anti-[Appraisal] artifacts, even Umina. Of course, if you were wise, youd spot them.

That was why Peclir Im was not on the streets. He had returned for a second meeting with Fezimet, the leader of the Featherfolk Brigade. The Quexal was glaring at the celebrations.

Something of an important moment. Should you be down there, Commander Fezimet?

The Naga-leader irritably waved his tail as his feathered wings opened and closed.

Its just a Courier. Rest assured, Peclir, it will not affect anything. In fact, I intend to expunge this company from my city. Ill remove them within the month. Within the week! You cant have two companies in a city, even if theyre more like a Human collective.

Hm. Thats very well.

Peclir had halted his exodus with the forces because of all the attention coming their way. But alsohe sat there, looking out the glass windows.

The students werent much of a variable. The Last Light was interesting, but she was gone and a lot of interests coincided with her. But that new Courier

Is something wrong, Peclir? Ercan I offer you anything?

Fezimet was a bit distracted, unaccustomed to having someone who might be a superior in the room. Peclir just stared down.

Not immediately, Commander Fezimet. I am just thinking. Would you entertain a request? Not from the Jungle Tails company; a personal one. Simply a hunch.

Iwill certainly do my best.

Thank you.

Peclir turned. It was just a hunch. But he happened to know his enemywhich was to say, the Forgotten Wing companyand their strengths and weaknesses. He didnt know everything, which annoyed him; they were careful with even trusted help.

Even so. That was an amazingly sturdy vehicle that Human had. Peclir had seen it go down Hemglass street at incredible speed, wood on stone. Steel would have been scratched or bent from the impacts. Of course, craftsmanship was craftsmanship. But putting together that class of boat, which Peclir had never seen before inwhat, two months?

And where had he disappeared? Peclir decided that, like the Titan, he had to give someone a bit of homework.

Luan was hugging his friends, and they were surrounding him, laughing, crying

It was very good that the Fraerlings were hidden. Not in the scull; half the Lizardfolk in the city would try to take it for a joyride, and there were [Thieves] probably salivating at the chance. No, Luan had put it away in his bag of holding and given them an exit point.

And by exit point, four Fraerlings were holding onto barnacles under the docks. Every now and then a big swell from one of the boats would cover them, but Resk had created a miniature bubble that anchored them.

Fraerling magic, which was very hard for even good [Mages] to just spot. Noa sighed.

This is the part they dont tell you about.

Are you kidding? This is the part the Tallguard tells everyone about so you dont get little idiots wanting to run out and fight cats.

The other Tallguard, Kessice, shot back. Cotm was peering upwards from their vantage point with Resk. The [Mage] was muttering.

And theres probably the leader of that Lizardfolk company. See that? Quexal.

Ive only spotted them in books. Amazing. Whats the level?

Only 37.

Thats so low. Isnt it?

Tallfolk city like this? Its not the best. Besides, hes got a decent [Commander] class. [Gorgeleap Commander], to be precisehe can probably hit one of the moons with his jumping Skills.

Huh. Any other high-level people present?

Cotm was making notes like a good Tallguard. Still looking miserable; he clearly hadnt expected the sheer speed of Luans scull, but he had volunteered for the mission. Resk turned his head.

[Blackpowder Engineer]. What inhm. Thats one of Luans allies. We need to slap an anti-appraisal spell on that. That must be the one he was talking about.

Amazing. You can see all of it?

The [Mage] looked offended.

Of course I can! I prepared for this mission, you know. Even before the refugees arrived, I knew I might be going with Luan so I memorized proper [Appraisal] spells. Oh, look. There are some [Strategists]. Four of em. High-level, too.

He pointed out another group. Cotm frowned.

Isnt it a bad idea for them to show their levels? Someone could [Appraise] us, surely?

Well, if we wore a basic warding enchantment, sure. Do you think were wearing the shiny pebbles theyre wearing?

Cotms enchanted quill had paused as he stared at the group that Resk had pointed out. He frowned. Then began to try to pull out objects from his cleaned bag of holding while holding on.

DarnNoa, can you anchor me?

Oh come on, Cotm. Dont pull out everything. What, do you want a desk?

I could create a desk. A magical surface

Shut up. Just hold me.

Noa, sighing, steadied his grappling hook as Cotm pulled out a number of pages and even a bound book and began leafing through them. Kessice blew out her cheeks, but she gave Noa a look.

Hes my partner. You get the Sentry Leader, so I guess you have it worse. Cotms our [Encyclopedia Scout]. Analysis.

Ah. Im, uh, not specialized. Whats your focus?

Sniping.

Kessice patted the crossbow at her side. Noa nodded. Classic partner duo. Someone tells you where to shoot the bird and you do it. Althoughgiven some monsters, the answer was often the eyes, or the belly, and it wasnt hard. But you had exceptions.

Hmmtheres no waydamn. There is a way. Ugh. Stop swinging me, Noa! Im going to puke again!

Cotm glared up as the other Fraerling resisted the urge to kick him. He looked up, then around.

Were a four-Fraerling team. Im beginning to think we should have called in a squad of sixteen.

Really? Well, I cant say we would have added to the burdenbut wed take away from Paeth. Given the situationI wish we had another dedicated [Alchemist] or our own [Engineers] or [Mages].

Resk agreed. The civilian-Fraerling looked around.

I havent been in that much danger yet. Although Im counting on you all to shoot any cats in the city.

Noa and Kessice nodded grimly. The city would be the biggest challenge, ironically. There were evil fish at sea, but Luans boat was Fraerling-magictech. In the city?

Well set up traps, show you proper barrier spells, and if there are bugs, well incinerate the bastards in their lair. Well need to secure any room he puts us in; theres no guarantee the Tallfolk dont have cracks as huge as we are they dont know about.

Watch for doors. Noa, hows your close-quarters fighting?

G-good? Ive fought rats close-quarters, aside from the fighting at Paeth. Our armors rated for magical creatures.

Well, well try to poison them or burn them. Resk, do you know [Acid Wave]?

You want waves? I can do waves. You want rain? Orbs? Geysers? Just dont let them get near me with their feely-bits and pinchers. Unless its as dinner.

Cotm ignored the other Fraerlings planning. He looked up, sighed, looked down at something, and reached up as he packed away his gear. He took the grappling hooks line back from Noa and turned to face the others.

Were authorized to make a lot of choices. Alchimagus Resk, youre the civilian-lead, and Im technically the Tallguard in authority.

You are? I thought Kess

Cotm glared at Noa.

Im empowered to make decisions for Paeth. We all are. This isnt a game, so bear it in mind. Paeth is in danger. Oierdressql fell and we might be next.

The others fell silent. Cotm glanced up at Luan, who had glanced their way a few times; hed have to pick them up later under some pretense.

When you get to this United Nations company, its up to you whether we make contact with more Humans, Alchimagus Resk. Get the supplies, andwell, Im not sure what we need. We can contact Paeth and get in touch with the Sentry Leader and Architects. Be careful. Luans trustworthy, but Tallfolk can still lie.

Noa frowned.

Youre saying it like you wont be there.

Cotm looked at Kessice. He checked his grappling hook, then pulled a second enchanted hook and rope from his belt. He looked at the others, who all stared at him.

Im Tallguard Cotm, making an independent decision for Paeth and Feiland. Dont make contact with me and if you dont see or hear from meexpect the worst.

Cotm

Kessice began to argue, but the [Scout] had made up his mind. OnlyNoas brow wrinkled. For what?

It was a mystery. One that would be answered soon enough.

Idis shrank a bit because while Calectus and Ressk werent precisely glaring at her as she walked along in that decayed substitute body, they werent happy.

It is the Minds business, Idis. You were right to obey.

Guardian Ressk said, as they exited the Third Minds chamber. Idis heard the but in his words. She ducked her head.

Im sorry, Guardian Ressk.

He looked at her, a bit uncertain. Which was new; the Selphid had been very calm before. Now, he was clearly agitated, and he glanced back.

I will take you at yourwords. The [Doctor] is well?

Physically, yes. Perfect condition.

Good.

Geneva Scala was beginning to float upwards. The Third Mind waited for her. A day had passed since their meeting with the Second Mind. A lot could happen.

The Third Mind wanted to know exactly what.

I am in the center of the Mind.

Geneva Scala looked at herself, standing in the void. Then she was herself. Like before, she made contact and the Mind engulfed her.

Yeque, the representative personality, the Selphid [General], appeared, looking displeased.

You have spoken with the Second Mind. It is not your fault. Nevertheless, the Second Mind is divergent in notable ways. Sympathetic where it must be practical.

Geneva Scala turned. She feltclearer. Rather than the Third Mind simply guiding her from topic to topic, it seemed to be waiting for a response. She thought/spoke her reply.

The Second Mind is ethical. As a [Doctor], I find more common ground with it.

Yeque frowned and more Selphids appeared, with more Genevas.

The Second Mind is not superior to this gathering. It is not able to conduct research into the Wasting optimally. What did it tell you/inform you/offer?

Geneva folded her arms.

Why dont you simply take what you want to know?

Yeque hesitated. He grimaced and Geneva was sitting with him at a table. It was the United Nations table, where she used to talk with Daly, Paige, and the others. She had a cup of tea in her hand and he leaned forwards.

We are not hostile, Geneva Scala. You understand our great urgency. You are a [Doctor], sworn to help others in need.

Geneva felt a pang in her chest. She closed her eyes, and replied, slowly.

I am. But a [Doctor]no, a doctor is still a person. I cant be everywhere and do everything. I also did not agree to give up my rights just because I want to help people. My Hippocratic Oath does not mean I place myself in danger or allow situations like this to occur.

The Selphid frowned. He looked around the room and shook his head.

We would like to cooperate.

Geneva Scala stood. She did feel clearer. She focusedshe had to focus, just like the Second Mind had taught her.

You have not cooperated thus far. You have had me do whatever you needed. I am in the center of the Mind, but I have no agency.

Yeque narrowed his eyes. Suddenly, he was gone and Geneva felt hundreds, thousands of other minds all pressing at her, one being of many parts.

The Second Mind has done something. What? We must know.

Geneva was in the void again, but, unlike last time, she thought there was a nuance to the displeased force of the Third Mind. Sheheard. No, she sensed? She thought-heard whispers. A kind of undercurrent to the main words.

Implications of treachery? The Minds are united in purpose.

Conflict with the Second Mind is not desired. Redefine as disagreement

The Second Mind may be attempting to co-opt the [Doctor].

The Third Mind wasnt sure. And Geneva heard the many opinions within it, from separate Selphids. Yet as the Second Mind had told herthe Mind ruled by majority.

Tell us what the Second Mind did/said/promised. We ask.

Geneva Scala folded her arms.

I refuse. What will you do then?

The Third Mind paused for less than a fraction of a heartbeat in real-time. But Geneva sensed many, many individual voicesmindsdoing something that was like a vote. Only, with all their perspectives and feelings in play.

Some of the Selphids regretted it. Some were adamant. Manymany were afraid, angry, curious. What emerged was a will forged of the majority of opinions, and it was this. She felt a vast, implacable will.

We will know.

Geneva Scala tried to fight itbut even with the Second Minds lessons, it was like

It was like you stood on a beach and you were trying to hold your ground. But the storm had picked up and the waves were taller than you were. Twice as tall. Nowwithout moving, without anything else, stand your ground and dont let it knock you off your feet.

The Third Mind could produce waves far stronger, and it was made up of thousands of minds, all with wills arguably as strong as any Humans. Some stronger, some weaker.

Geneva didnt even have a chance. Her resistance was swept away and then

Geneva Scala stood in the center of the Mind. Geneva. Her eyes were blank. The Third Mind was everything, and she waswalking. Forwards, in the void of her own mind, to something.

A representation. To her, it was what most Humans from her world would probably compartmentalize in any visible or understandable way.

It was a door. To Geneva, it looked like a door from her home, a painted white piece of wood with a little bit of flecked paint near the edges, where it had scraped off a bit. It stuck sometimes when you tried to close it.

A door to the mind. A door of memory, for private things.

The Third Mind was displeased it existed. It thought at heralthough Geneva was just a shell. The real Geneva was inside the door, everywhere.

The Second Mind has taught you things it should not. The Second Mind is foolish. You cannot/should not/will not hide your thoughts. Not in the center of a Mind.

One Human, versus a collective of Selphids? What kind of foolish being would think you could ever win that, anyways? The puppet Geneva hesitated as it put its hand on the brass doorknob. The Third Mind was entreating, showing her genuine remorse and sympathy.

Tell us honestly. We wish to cooperate. The Second Mind poisons your thoughts.

Geneva refused. This was not equal. There was no give and take, only give. That was what the Second Mind recognized.

That understanding was like a red thread. The Third Mind focused, and suddenly a little red thread ran from behind the door, spooling at Genevas feet. Ah, a through-line. The answer to its question.

Then we will know all of what transpired.

It made Geneva open the door, revealing everything she had seen and thought and done. Just as the Second Mind, even Geneva, had known would surely happen. You could not beat the Third Mind. So why had the Second Mind even tried to help? What had it done?

The answer lay behind the door, obviously. It opened, exposing Genevas inner thoughts, her memories, her desires and feelings even she did not let herself know. Geneva fought, she rebelled, but she was captive of the Mind.

And yet. The Third Minds probe of her halted, because it was stopped. Not by another door, but by a defender of Genevas mind. It took a specific form.

Like the angel at the Garden of Eden in the biblical teachings Geneva had learned as a child. Like the hero, the [Knight] for the princess she hadnt really wanted to be later on. However, like a hero at the nth hour, the guardian at the gates, he stood there, in the way of the Third Mind.

A fragile thing, because it was just an image in Genevas memory and heart. A memory could not stand against the Third Mind. It could erase memories, or so the Second Mind had told Geneva. Change them. The power of a Mind when it truly knew no bounds was terrible indeed. Her most beloved parental figure, an image of someone she trustedit was just a thought. How did you fight a Mind?

Who was this stranger? The answer was, he was Human. His skin was fair, he had on older clothing, and his hair was slicked back a bit. He also was standing in front of a microphone.

His name was, in fact, Rick Astley. And he began to sing and dance.

The Third Mind stopped dead. It processed the song. Which was the hit single, Never Gonna Give You Up. An Earth song with a surprising resurgence after the inception of the internet.

Ridiculous.

The image vanished. The door reappeared, and the Third Mind made the Geneva-representation open it. It revealed Geneva reaching out for the Second M

Rick Astley replaced the memory. Same pose, same clothing. He began singing again.

Enough.

Again, the memory disappeared. Geneva Scala turnedand she stood in a hallway filled with doors. All her memories. The Third Mind created Yeques representation, and he stalked past her. He opened a door for Geneva. But instead of seeing what had happened after that

Yeque, the Third Mind, looked through the doorway at a strange, pastel world of artificial colors. Just blue sky and green, supposed to represent grass. A bad image, really. An animation. And in that odd picture of the world was

A squatting badger. A very loud and repetitive song was playing. It had about five words, one of which was badger.

The Third Mind slammed the door. Geneva felt a surge of genuine anger.

What trick is this? This

It opened another door and Rick Astley was back. The door slammed shut.

More Selphids appeared. They strode over to other doors and began to open them. What they got wasmore songs.

Songs. Like this talking, animated parrot that sang Its a Small World, or childhood songs Geneva knew. Not necessarily good songsalthough she had loved some of them. Ratherthe annoying ones.

The ones that got stuck in your head and never left. There was a name for them on Earth. Earworms. But thisthe Third Mind was exceptionally confused.

Stop this. Enough. Stop thinking of

It tried to force Geneva to stop. But here was the thing. You couldnt. The harder you tried, the more it got stuck in your head. That was the power ofwell. Memes.

To be precise, it was memetic. Geneva couldnt stop any more than the Third Mind. Another door opened and it was just filled with a single questionnot an image, just a thought.

What happens when you divide something by zero?

What flowed out was about eight hours of Genevas life where she had wrestled with that question and even tried to conceptualize what that meant. And once you asked that question, it justlodged. In your head.

The Second Mind! The damned Second Mind is!

The Third Mind was under attack. It was a brilliant conception; if you couldnt defend, go on the offensive. And the problem was spreading.

Geneva was back in control of her body. She looked around the void, in her limited perception, and saw something hit the Third Mind. The other personalities, the many component minds, were all reflecting the same thing in the sky.

A giant, dancing singer from the early 2000s. It kept popping up. Along with the other annoying things that popped into her head and deserved only hellfire.

This was an attack. The Second Mind had started laughing when it realized just how badly Geneva could hurt the Third Mind. It had studied mental battles, but even the Second Mind hadnt the levels of sheer practice Earth had at getting something stuck in your brain.

Geneva Scala watched the Third Mind start to turn into one giant, annoying song. Yesit was far weaker to this than she was because it was made of so many minds. It was

Something is wrong.

Guardian Ressk saw the Third Minds component Selphids writhing in agitation. He ran forwards, a finger to his brow.

Third Mind. What is wrong? What iswhat is that song?

He blinked, then whirled to face Idis.

What has the Second Mind done?

Calectus tensed and Idis flinched.

II

But before anyone did anything, before Ressk could demand answers, something abruptly happened. The Third Minds agitation suddenlyceased. It floated there, serene, and Ressk and the other Selphids turned back.

Inside the Mind, Geneva Scala saw the memetic attackcease. The dancing man vanished and, suddenly, she stood back in front of the door.

Enough.

Yeque stood there, eyes flashing. He did not look calm, but the Third Mind was back in control. It had erased the distracting songs and images. Or perhaps, simply ignored them, compartmentalized them with a force of will that only a Mind could generate.

The Third Mind focused on Geneva. Yeque spoke for it, grimly.

So. The Second Mind aids you. It is not enough. This is noted. But it is not enough.

The [Doctor] stood there, in the center of the Mind. But no longer a component. Geneva Scala faced Yeque, faced the Mind, in front of the door.

I can fight back. And I will. Dont force me to do so. Please. I do not want to hurt you. But

Geneva Scala hesitated.

I will not be a puppet either. I have free will.

She was a [Doctor], sworn to do no harm. But she was also a person. She could not save everyone. She could not allow the Third Mind to simply use her.

That was what it meant to be a medical practitioner. To struggle with ethics. It wasnt always this. Sometimes it was just having to charge people money for the work you did. Sometimes it was a triage.

But it was hers to choose, not the Third Minds. She felt the ominous weight of its anger growing. It was realizing something. Noit was casting magic. The spell completed, and the eruption of fury reached out of the mental world.

Guardian Ressk gasped. His eyes bulged and he recoiled. He looked at Geneva, and then swung around to face Idis, who flinched because she knew what hed realized.

The Third Mind had taken a while to figure it out, because it had a weakness and that was that it thought and learned everything via thought. But if it had cast a simple spell, it would have learned this from the start.

The thought wave ran through the Gathering Fortress, into the chambers of the other Minds who were horrified. A mental war broke out, and the Second Mind pushed back.

THE SECOND MIND HAS DONE THIS?

UNACCEPTABLE.

NO NON-SELPHID IS PERMITTED! A SECRET REVEALED!

Idis clapped a hand over her ears, but it was all in her head. Screaming thoughts so loud it felt like her brain would pop. Calectus hesitated, hand on his sword hilt.

Guardian Ressk? What is it?

The Second Mindit has

The Selphid choked. He pointed with a shaking finger at Geneva.

it has given the Human, the [Doctor], a class! Taught her what only we are allowed to learn!

He looked at Idis, recoiled.

And you. You were not initiated!

Idis bowed low.

Guardian Resskthe Second Mind did so itself.

He hesitated, looking appalled. But that was the key. He recognized her. After allRessk was a [Guardian], a class designed to guard the Minds. But that was what youd call a generalization of his class.

Ressk was a [Psychic Guardian]. Capable of the same feats as the Minds, on a smaller scale. And Geneva Scala?

[Telepath].

She stood on the stepping stone to something else. First thinkthen transmit it into reality. The latter was very hard, but both physical and mental were boundless fields that were lost to all but a few.

THIS SHOULD NOT BE. YOU HAVE BEEN TAUGHT WITHOUT THE CONSENSUS OF THE MINDS. WHAT ELSE? WHAT TREACHERY? WHAT MADNESS?

The Third Mind was beyond rage. It forced her towards the door. Nothing would stop it learning all, now. Not Rick Astley. Not memes, or Genevas burgeoning talents, including her ability to at least block off parts of her personality from immediate mental searches.

Nothing.

Dont. I am warning you.

Geneva Scalas hand closed on the door. The unassailable force of the Third Mind made her twist the doorknob. Geneva Scala sighed, with regret. She opened the door and revealed what was inside.

It was just one thing. Rather than the memory promised. The Third Mind began to rage, to force the projection to change. But it halted. It stopped. Then it recoiled.

Geneva Scala felt the shockwave of something like agonya kind of paralysis, shock. She cried out, hoping it hadnt done too much. The Second Mind had survived it. Please, no! She didnt want to hurt it. And yet

She stared at what was within for a second before closing the door. It was just one thing, really.

A glowing line of text, just like when she had read it. Words. Just words.

The Gods are alive.

Like a line in the sand. Geneva Scala looked back, then opened the door and stepped through. A line no one from that world could cross so easily.

Geneva Scala stood in the center of Geneva Scala. For a moment, it was just her. She inhaled and exhaled, though it was just the thought of doing so.

Then she exited, to begin

Negotiations.

Geneva Scala stood before the Minds. Not in the Minds, but in their physical presence.

They were there, all six of them, though the Third Mind looked distinctly worse for wear. By contrast, the Second Mind floated apart, with the Sixth Mind.

Two more were undecided, floating back and forth with the First Mind by the Third Minds side. They were arguing. But none of them wanted to try Geneva again.

It had been chance that she found the ultimate tool to block a Mind from taking too much. And yetshe was a physical prisoner and she was not a perfect telepath. In truth, Geneva surprised them.

I want a microscope. I want to conduct my studies in the physical world as much as the mental one. The Yellow Rivers plague is still without a finalized, efficacious cure. And there is someone I need to heal.

The Minds regarded her. It was the First Mind, the authority, who projected at her, cautiously.

You would allow the Minds to embody your consciousness?

Geneva Scala looked past it at the Second Mind.

Iwant to help people. For now, you are unwilling to release me, correct?

Correct.

That came from all of them. Geneva nodded.

Then I am a prisoner. I am unwilling. But I will help you. For a time. If you help me. Give me your insight and ability tothink. I wish to cure the Yellow Rivers plague, and I know that if I work with a Mind, I will be able to.

They could do things she could only dream of, and with their aid she could think a thousand times faster and with more clarity. The Minds debated.

An exchange. This is fair. Nofairness is the wrong concept. This is simply a tad more equitable. We are unfair, but the [Doctor] has agency.

The Second Mind was smug. The Minds argued, fiercely, but they had encountered a breaking point with Geneva. They could not take everything.

Yetthe Third Mind was balefully opposed to the Second Mind. Geneva watched, conscious of Idis supporting her. This was not a situation that could last. Yet for nowfor now.

You are genuinely willing to aid us for the sake of others. This desire we recognize. The Yellow Rivers plague is a danger, so we accept. We accept your aid in learning of the Wasting, furthering your understanding of medicine.

The Minds came back to her as one. Even the Second and Third Mind in unison. Yet they had one final thought and question for her.

What is the final request? You wish to helpwho? Why?

Geneva Scala looked up.

It is a promise, Minds. I cannot perfectly put the pieces together myself. But if it is possible

She reached out, slowly. The Minds drifted closer and the individual Selphids backed away. She reached out, and communed, and thought. Searching for the answer. To heal the Yellow Rivers disease, to do some good in the world, no matter where she was. That was her desire. Even if it was one person. Geneva thought at them.

I have never met her. But help me find a cure for the closest thing to death. To bring one person back to life, if it can be done. Her name isErin Solstice.

It was this scenario. You knew. You knew you were on the cusp of something. Something amazing. A conclusion beyond you, possibly earth-shattering. But you couldnt march on over and shake it out of them.

If you played your hand, you were in danger. But enough was enough. Umina Caxical stared at the United Nations company.

I have to know.

Cameral and Kissilt were distracted, still talking about their consulting job. But Umina had an instinct as sure as the time shed figured out how to cheaply win the games of Daquin. The Professor had always told her to follow such instincts. She looked at Marian.

If only we had Venazs money. Or Wils contacts.

Were not helpless. Were just not super-elite.

Umina, who had seen Venaz spend more money than shed ever had in her entire life in a single shopping trip, nodded. She squared her shoulders.

Im going over. Itll bePaige. Or Luan. Ill just march over and tell them whats what. Im Umina, from the Forgotten Wing company. You choose someone and we bluff. Well figure it out. Pretend we already know and theyll hopefully confirm it for us.

Hm. Are you sure?

Its that or we never get there. Well

Umina hesitated. She scratched at the back of her neck frills and looked around. But they were just loitering in one of the alleys; it was so packed around the docks. Marian nodded, swishing her tail distractedly.

If you wanted to wait for the Professor

Theyre too close-mouthed, Marian. Kissilts project was a distraction.

Hey! I resent that, Umina. Youre invested in the group, and we are earning real money. If you dont want to be a part, well buy you out. But dont look down at the kind of money weve already made and the reputation were gathering!

Umina turned to argue with Kissilt. The Drake glaredand then Cameral raised a finger. Kissilt was last to catch on, and all four students fell silent. They looked around.

Could have sworn

I dont see anything.

Kissilt was twisting a ring on his finger. Umina bit her tongue. She went for the dagger at her side as they backed up in case ofwhat? A [Fireball]? A

Youre not bad.

The voice was normal-sized, but it came fromthe [Strategists] recoiled. Marian aimed her bow up with Cameral and Kissilts wand side-arms. Atwhat?

Nothing. Just bare brick. Umina squinted. There was nothing there.

Invisible? Camouflaged?

No

Im neither. But you are all students of the Forgotten Wing company, arent you? In the name of the Titan of Baleros, I invoke your aid. I hope youre honorable. But well see.

The students looked around. Umina squinted up and Marian frowned. With her keener eyes due to her archery Skills, she saw something.

Its a littlepebble. Wait. A speaking st

Something moved. Umina jerked, but it tracked her, and she flinched, raising her dagger as

A Fraerling landed on her head. Umina went cross-eyed. Kissilt and Cameral froze. The Drake nearly shouted.

Profess

But it wasnt the Titan. The Fraerling man was clearly younger, and he had different hair, a more stocky buildyet he was a Fraerling.

Cotm stood up on Uminas snout, glanced at the cross-eyed Lizardgirl, and around at the students. His heart was pounding, but he kept his voice level.

I am Cotm, Tallguard of Feiland. I am requesting aid from the Forgotten Wing company!

And that was when the gears really began to turn. ButCotm? He began to explain as the [Strategists] took him to a safe place. Why them? Why not the Forgotten Wing company?

Because they were in the right place, at hopefully the right time. But you didnt put all your eggs in one basketor aphid eggs as the case might be. Cotm wished Noas group the best of luck. He was taking a risk. Not alone, though.

Perorn Fleethoof ran. She ran through the academy, up a flight of stairs tailored for Centaurs, and burst into the room. She was panting; she was not a filly anymore.

Foliana was already there, somehow. She sat there, calmly eating a berry the size of her paws. A little bit had been broken off and placed on the table in front of her.

Someone kicked it. Instantly, he was scolded, but he folded his arms.

What, no plates? I thought this Great Company was used to Fraerlings. Were not savages. Are you?

Mm. Someones getting some plates. You all came at once.

The tiny little man put his hands on his hips.

So rather than wait for it, you expect all of us to devour a single piece of berry.

Foliana eyed the piece of berry. She picked it up, popped it into her mouth, and began to chew.

Mm. Tasty.

Dead gods.

Perorn stopped. She stared at the visitors. Counted. One, two

Sentry Leader Ekrn stared up at Foliana, trying not to look away, but Three-Color Stalker was hunched over, staring almost at eye-level with him. And her eyes were huge. Some of the other Fraerlings had backed up, surrounding the female Fraerling who was just behind Ekrn.

Mm.

That was all the Squirrel Beastkin woman said. She looked at the other Fraerlings.

Who are you?

Sentry Leader Ekrn of the Tallguard of Feiland. Here to demand answers from the Forgotten Wing Company on behalf of Feiland!

He barked back. Foliana blinked, slowly. Then focused on the second figure.

And I am Guidance of Paeth on the Coast. Also here to represent my colony, and other cities which have come under attack by Tallfolk who know where we are.

Guidance glanced at Ekrn. They had come together, and the Tallguard escort was meant for her as much as Ekrn, but they represented two powers, Tallguard and city.

That would have been enough for Perorn to gasp. But not enough to represent the others.

More Fraerlings stared and muttered. They pointed at Ekrn and the Guidance. Ekrn heard themhe wanted to look at them, but his eyes were still engaged in a staring match with Foliana, who was glancing at them.

The Guidance herself? Sentry Leaderno one higher-ranked?

And who are you?

At last, Ekrn looked around. The Guidance did too, and they saw other Fraerlings. Nearly four dozen Fraerlings stood there, despite Ekrns team only being six strong. Some had come alone. Others in groups, the largest fourteen strong.

We also represent Fraerlingsettlements. Under attack! We have seen Tallfolk scouts looking for something! We are not part of Forgotten Wings aegis, but we identify them as your enemies. Someone knows where we are.

A Fraerling strode forwards, silver-haired, and barked up at Foliana. Other representatives shouted too.

A village is gone! It was a complete slaughter! It will be repaid!

No one knows where we are but the Titan of Baleros and this company! We must be defended! We have given the Titan his precious signimand is this how he repays us?

Fraerlings from multiple regions. All in danger. Ekrns neck prickled. He looked at the Guidance, and then at Foliana. Slowly, the Squirrel Beastkin sat up and looked at Perorn. She murmured.

Here comes the trap. Mm.

Her eyes glittered.

Almost done waiting. Waiting for it to snap.

Authors Note: I am taking my break on, or before the 22nd of November. Mainly because while its a very short working timeIm going to visit family for Thanksgiving.

Its something thats very important, and so its unavoidable. In the larger sense, I will be curious to know if a shorter working week and two vacations in the same month help improve my writing.

I think readers can tell when Im at the height of my energy, off a break, and when Im ending it. It may be that its more beneficial to take longer breaksI just dont want to.

Also, its hard for me to do that, but it might be better for the writing quality. Thats for the future-me to work with, but I hope youll understand if I do. More breaks doesnt mean less wordsit might mean higher-quality, or I can work on other projects. I do have other stories I want to tell, not all TWI-related, so things like a regular 2-week break every few months or something might allow me to try new things.

Thats just my notes for the writing life. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I am back! And we are still going for it, strong as ever. This is the side story chapter; were you happy with the results even if you didnt vote for it? Let me know and thanks for reading! Lets get to it. It might be a shorter writing-month, but Ill try to make each chapter count. Thanks!

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