Interlude – Hectval (Pt. 2)

Interlude – Hectval (Pt. 2)

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Vess, [Magic User]

The class of [Mage] could be [Magus] as well, but the two were not interchangeable. [Magus] had other connotations that sometimes indicated royalty, a bent towards academia, and so on.

There were many magic classes. From [Witch] to [Wizard] to [Hedge Mage]and those were only the base classes. The chain of evolving class titles and combinations rose beyond [Archmage]and [Archmage] was what most people aspired to be.

However, if the ceiling rose past the skythe ground floor had a basement. Below [Hedge Mage], below [Spellslinger] or [Apprentice Mage], existed a class that sucked scum off the underbellies of slugs.

And that was [Magic User]. A companion class would be[Wand User]. There was only one class lower, and that was [Magic Gifted], as far as Vess knew.

It didnt bother him. Much. [Mages] werent around enough to make fun of him, and he didnt exactly wave his class around at the Mages Guild. In fact, it was a slight mark of pride.

He had taught himself magic. Not he had read from a spellbook and become a magician, or he self-taught himself after a few lessons. Vess had mastered the rudiments of magic by waving sticks around as a little Drake boy.

Not that it had been that long ago. Four years since hed first created a spark with his wand, and Vess was sixteen.

Also, in the army. When the [Recruiter] asked his class, they raised their brows into the sky but issued Vess with an unusual item for a recruit: a wand of [Light Arrow].

[Light Arrow] was one of the weakest attack spells in existence. Depending on the mana and control of the [Mage], it could hit you like a sledgehammer after doing a terrain-following attack pattern over a mile, but that was only if someone like Archmage Valeterisa cast it.

Vess could make his pierce at aboutone third of the actual damage potential of a regular arrow from a decent bow. The benefit was that he could throw [Light Arrow] by just pointing his wand and concentrate on dodging and moving.

His squad was called Big Yam. The Drakes in it were a mix of new recruits and three veterans.

Just make sure you point that thing at the enemy. We stick together. The Commanderll have his orders; you just follow someone in front of you. Got it?

Velden was the [Veteran] in the group. He treated the others roughly at first, but he drilled it into their heads along with the basic training. When the shit hits the [Gust of Wind] spellstick together.

The thought of battle made Vess nervous, but he needed the money, and you got paid by the week. He was hoping for light action, maybe a few levels, but when he heard hed be rotated to the front, he pretended that was what he wanted.

The army, or at least, his command, set off to a parade and cheers. Vess looked for his sister or parents in the crowd. They said theyd be there, but he didnt spot them. Gnolls and Drakes lined the streets, waving, shouting, as Velden led the squad out.

I bet you well get to the enemys gates within the month. And Ill gain ten levels and make [Captain] as well!

One of the Drakes, Shain, joked. Velden turned his head and snorted.

Dont say hatchling stuff like that.

Why? Its just good fun.

Shain protested, and some of his buddies backed him up. Velden looked at him squarely.

Dont say it. If youre saying it even as a joke, you believe it.

I dont

One of the other [Soldiers] whod seen a battle or two roughly elbowed Shain.

People who say that die first. Veldens right. Keep together. Dont try and be a [Hero].

They had such a serious attitude that Shain blustered and walked back to complain softly, but didnt refuse. Vess, for his part, stayed meek and quiet. It seemed to him that Velden knew what he was talking about.

Perhaps that was why Velden took Vess under his wing. It might also have to do with their namesas Vs, they lined up close together under company musters, so they saw each other more than most.

Listen, Vess. Youve got a shieldkeep it raised. Until the enemys on you, keep it raised. Even if you see the whites of their eyes or whateverthats when I see most idiots lower their shields to block. And thats when the arrows hit you. [Strategists] are bastards. Im glad we have some on our side, but remember that.

They were enjoying a hearty meal of Telgas spread after a hard day of marching. Vess legs ached from marching in light armor up the hills. He was a proper Luldem boy and had roamed the rocky terrain, but he dug into the gelatin dish with most of the components of a soup dishsolidified.

Whats this about, Velden?

Keeping your little head on your shoulders so you go back to your family. What else?

Vess chewed on the gelatinous meal. It was a popular staple among Hectval and Luldem, part of the Alliance. That was what people called it, although it was properly the Luldem-Drisshia-Hectval alliance. Drisshia, full of smoke and, Vess had heard, foundries from their iron mines, were all about smoked foods. Hed seen some of their units linking up with his, and there were good old jokes about Hectval, [Soldiers] asking if theyd brought the Gnolls to do Hectvals laundry for them.

However, it occurred to Vess he didnt know why the war was going on. Obviously, he knew what everyone was talking about. Liscor, that Liscor, was going to war. Theyd sent Antinium and everything. They might be on the news, but they were warmongering bastards whod kicked out Hectvals Council or somesuch.

But the rest?

Velden frowned.

I hear its about the Antinium. Top brass says that, but sometimes I hear rumorsthey say its also about an inn. Or something.

The rest of Big Yam gathered around.

An inn? What inn?

Velden scratched at his jaw scales.

Dunno. I just hear its about an inn. Some of the [Soldiers] who fought off Liscor the first time said that was all the prisoners said. We burned an inn or killed an [Innkeeper].

One [Innkeeper]?

Vess was incredulous. Velden shook his head.

Eh, war starts for many reasons, kid. Dont think too hard on it. And get some sleep, everyone. Dont stay up dicing. We might see battle tomorrow. Were heading up. Seems like the armys at Lookout Lookout Hill.

Only there? I thought wed be closer to Liscor.

Shain commented as Vess scarfed his food. This was good eating; hed have gotten less if he was a day laborer mining for Magicore. Velden grunted.

Lookout Lookout Hill had two Lookouts in the name because someone had apparently not heard the first warning and gone off one of the cliff faces dotting the area. Hence, the name.

Seems like we pulled back to hold it.

His voice was neutral, but Vess had a good look at Veldens face. The Drake lookedconcerned. He caught Vess eye as the others rolled up.

Is that bad?

I think Liscor being there isnt good. We were going to hold them at Seventeen Fingers. The ridgeline?

Velden pointed up, across the hills. Vess nodded. Velden went on.

Good, defensive spots. They didnt come up the roadso the Alliance moved to block them there. If theyre at Lookout Lookout Hill

He trailed off. Vess waited, but Velden rolled over. Vess thought about it. Sleepy and full as he was, it only occurred to him right before he slept.

If they were there, the Alliance must have failed. And if Velden didnt want to say that directlyVess began to wonder just how bad the war was. Come to that

This was the second round of recruiting. They had an army. How big was Liscors?

Veldens words quickly became more than a single [Soldier]s hunch. By the time Luldems reinforcement company got to the front, the word was out.

The battles with Liscor were not going well. In fact, they were so not well that the regular army holding the pass had sent everyone they could to hold the line here.

This is where they stop. Remember it! The Alliance is making a stand. I dont want any dissenting talk or negative tail wagging!

An officer walked through each squads tent ground the second night, and Vess felt better as the confident Drake strolled along. He even stopped at the Gnoll tents. Velden just grunted.

[Morale Sergeant].

Vess spirits slipped when he realized it was a Skill.

Velden was silent, tersely speaking with other [Soldiers] who knew something. Vess listened in, but Velden and the others tended to do a lot of talking when no officer was watching. Velden told Vess only some of what he heard.

Itll be intense. Antinium are fighting.

The Black Tide?

Velden nodded. Vess tried to appear calm, but the Drake [Veteran] just hefted his halberd.

They die like everyone else. We beat them two Antinium Wars running.

Vess nodded hurriedly.

But if Liscors fielding themare they allied? Why would Antinium and

They have a Hive. Listen, Vess. Dont spread it about.

The older Drakes injunction didnt matter much. Everyone was whispering about it. The Antinium were fighting, and they were tearing holes in the Alliances forces.

I heard that the enemy commanders some high-level [Strategist]. They sniped three officers. They can conjure a hail of arrows. And Liscors army sent a company to fight. Veterans.

I thought their entire army was Liscors?

Their mercenary army! The actually dangerous ones!

Shain snarled at Vess as the other [Soldiers] gossiped. Vess stomach dropped even more.

So there were professional soldiersat least a company of them, though some rumors said fourAntinium who could speak, survivors said, and a high-level [Strategist]. Liscor had fielded Drakes, Gnolls, in surprising numbers, and Humans.

There were more outlandish rumors still, saying that Gold-ranks had joined the forces, but the [Sergeants] and officers came down on any gossip hard. Vess actually got two lashes with Shain, and the welts on his back made him shut up.

None of this made the impending battle at the hill any better. The only thing that cheered Velden up, and kept him from telling Vess to stay behind him and keep his head low and shield up every fifteen minutes before the day of the battle, was some unexpected news.

Theres some hotshot Drake consultant in High Command. I saw him arguing with the brass, and three [Strategists] went storming out of the tent. Alsotheres a group of [Soldiers]. Snooty bastards. Didnt want to swap stories or anything.

Vess neck spines perked up since he had no ears, and he listened in as Velden gossiped with some other soldiers.

Really? [Mercenaries]? Howd they look?

Sharp.

Whatever that meant, Velden just nodded and seemed encouraged. Vess almost went to see this new group, whod marched in and made camp away from everyone else. It seemed top brass needed them, but didnt like them, if the [Company Captain]s grousing was any indication. They passed by Big Yams tents the eve of the battle.

Not under our command? What do I do? Just ignore them? Theyre being led by some Gnoll with a fancy spear. Listen, [Major]. I at least need to tell them where to go. I wont have some cowardly [Mercenary Captain] running off if

Vess didnt have that much of a problem with Gnolls. Sometimes they caused fights in Luldem, and he heard taleslike the Meeting of Tribes had violent, warmongering tribes, but they were a generally peaceable lot from his time working in the mines. They werent all [Thieves]. Hectval seemed the most outraged, though they had the most at stake in the war.

In fact, Luldem and Drisshias soldiers got into arguments with Hectvals as it was their fault the war began. Officers stopped them from becoming brawls, but it also seemed like an issue around Gnolls?

Vess didnt know. He went to sleep and slept for maybe thirty minutes, or so it felt. When he woke up and assembled with Big Yams squad, behind Velden, he was afraid. Petrified. When he saw Liscors army and the Black Tide wearing armor, he almost ran. He braced himself for the fight, the wand in his sweaty claw. It had sixty shots; then he had to use the shortsword of cheap iron.

Vess didnt fight in the first battle, just past midday. The Alliance retreated too fast. He saw the officers try a complex attack where wedges of [Soldiers] in squads attacked Liscor from all sides.

It looked like a nest of angry hornets striking the rough dome formation from all sides. Vess was about to go in when someone began blowing a horn. Velden looked up.

Ancestors. Were falling back!

Vess looked at him in shock, but the Alliance abandoned the field after less than twenty minutes of fighting. Not for no reason; Liscors army was cheering as the Alliance left twice or three times as many dead as Liscors.

The Antinium broke Drisshias armor. That elite company kept charging the squads attacking, and Vess saw a flight of phantom arrows, glittering with magic far beyond any he had mastered, with his own eyes. He stood with Big Yams squad in a state of shock.

Vess noticed the Gnoll with dark armor and that spear watching the battle and talking with the Drake consultant as the high commands tents erupted into a flurry of shouting. He looked calm. In fact, his eyes were locked on the Antinium.

Vess could hear Liscors army cheering as the Alliances forces fell back. One group of Antinium in particular were waving their weapons. The Drakes and Gnolls were cheering, those traitors! They were shouting

battalion! Crab Battalion!

Nonsensical. Inane. The thought that anyone could cheer Antinium wasVess felt sick. He marched back to their camp, as limp as a rag despite not having fired a single spell. When he heard they would be doing a night attack, he almost ran. But if he was caught, theyd give him a deserters brand or hang him or

He was afraid, but he couldnt let Velden go without him. So Vess didnt sleep. When they went into battle, the [Magic User] was ready to die. He had no idea what was coming next.

A storm of darkness covered the sky. Vess shouted, but the [Sergeant] roared.

Its the plan! Go! Go! That Gnoll

The Gnoll with the spear raised it overhead and howled, and Vess saw Liscors entire army shudder. He felt nothing but a sense of excitement, pants-wetting terror, and the juddering of blood in his veins. The Alliances army charged down the hill. Big Yam was on one wing of the fighting off-left from the vanguard.

They entered the fray amid swirling black mist, which revealed foes and allies only when you got close. From then on?

It was like a dream. Vess followed Velden. The [Veteran] followed the [Sergeant], and Big Yam shouted at each other to stay together.

Shain! Keep up! Vess, you with me?

Yes, Velden!

Sergeant! Sergeant?

Here! Were over here!

The Drakes of Big Yam jogged forwards and saw a Drake waving at them. The Drake looked relieved.

Wheres Commander Olesm? What are the orders? The cloud just came over us!

I dont know! Stick to the plan! Attack the

The Drake [Soldier] and Velden looked across the gap, and Veldens teeth parted. The Drake, wearing an armor with an insignia that Vess didnt recognize, recoiled into her comrades. Both groups realized they were the enemy at the same time.

Attack!

Velden roared as the Drake raised her voice.

The enemys here! Attack! A

Vess didnt think. He raised his wand, triggered the spell, and the [Light Arrow] went through her mouth. The Drake toppled over, and he looked at the wand in his hand.

I killed her. The arrow spell was weak, but it cut deep even at his level. He looked at the wand, then Velden grabbed him.

Fight!

Vess raised his wand andfought.

A struggling pair of Drakes, grappling over a spear. A Gnoll hacking at an opponent, not realizing the enemy was leaning on him, already dead, sword grasped in a dead mans grip. A charging Drake, running onto a spear thrust from the side, never seeing it.

Vess fired a [Light Arrow] into the head of the Drake fighting with Velden, then turned. The wand blasted another arrow into a Drakes armor, and the enemy barely flinched. It was a weak spell.

Faces or skin! Big Yam! With me! With me!

Velden whirled his halberd, and Big Yam fell in. They clung together in the fighting, advancing slowly, meeting the enemy in the chaos.

Twice, they nearly attacked the Alliances own. However, Hectval was more coordinated, and Liscor was falling back. In truth, Vess fought only three times.

The first, panicked encounter. Second? When a group of Gnolls and Humans ran into them, fought for one second, then fled backwards, shouting to regroup. Big Yam had taken no casualties so far, thanks to potions.

The first casualty was Shain. Someone realized he was gone. Velden backed them upthe [Sergeant] had never returnedand they found him lying on the ground.

An arrow was through his neck. Vess looked down at Shain.

He didnt raise his shield.

It wouldnt have mattered. It went through the back of his neck. Was that friendly fire? Damn them. Shields up!

Velden cursed. Vess raised his shieldand they ran into the Antinium.

Just four of them. Big Yam saw them marching through the mists and froze. The Antinium were staring around. They didnt see Big Yam until Vess blasted one in the face. The Antinium didnt fallbut Velden stabbed it in the legs, and another [Soldier] stabbed it repeatedly in the head.

It was a short fight, and two of Big Yam went down screaming as an Antinium shot a crossbow through one of their legs, and another slashed too fast to block. But they were outnumbered, and armor or not, it was four against one.

That was [Quick Slash].

Velden muttered after the battle. Everyone stood over the dead Antinium, and Vess didnt stop shaking. One of the fallen Drakes got up; the other was dead. Hed bled out from the bolt in his leg.

What do we do? If were near their lines

The other Drakes were afraid, but Velden raised a claw. He listened.

Hear that? Someones blowing our signal. I say we fall back, find an officer.

What about the Ants?

Someone had found a shield. Velden slapped it.

Dont take their gear! You want Antinium weapons?

We killed them. No onell believe it! We got them!

But the Drake abandoned the shield. Velden hesitated. He looked down.

Thats a good point. Heythose things haveantennae. Someone cut them off.

Big Yam looked at Velden, but the Drake pointed.

Like Goblin ears. Well prove we got them. Hang back. Vess, you do it.

Velden! I dont want to touch

The Drake protested, but Velden shouted at him.

You want to advance into their lines? Do it! This way we can head back and prove we fought, instead of abandoning our officer!

So it fell to Vess to hack off the antennae with a dagger. He stared at the Antinium as he did. They wore similar steel armor, and they hadnt any eyes. They were giant bugs and horrific. That was his first encounter with the Antinium, and he held the bits of chitin until Velden let him put them into a bag. The [Veteran] patted Vess on the arm.

You did good, kid. How manyd you take down?

Huh? I dont know.

I saw at least six. You were a crack shot with that wand.

Someone else in Big Yam piped up. Vess realized he had taken down at leastVelden clapped him on the shoulder again.

Youll level tonight. Maybe even get an award. No one else took down six. Lets go.

The rest of the battle saw no fighting for Big Yam. They retreated until they found the rest of the army in the darkness, and by the time an officer came to see the Antinium antennae, command had announced for all groups aside from the embattled ones to hold; theyd done their job.

Liscor was falling back. The Alliance had won.

Vess was the hero of Big Yam. Not only had his squad taken out the Antinium, theyd done a great job. Even their [Sergeant] returned! Hed apparently lost his squad and taken charge of another.

There was a round of good Luldem beer for everyone that night, and Vess rolled over and heard the voice.

[Magic User Level 12!]

[Skill Recharge Minor Wand obtained!]

[Skill Intensify Spell obtained!]

[Spell Light Arrow obtained!]

Vess sat up with a yelp. Hed gained five levels, broken his capstone, and gained a Skill to recharge wands in a single night! Velden groaned when Vess shook him, but then he beamed.

Thats great news, kid. Let me go to sleep.

Vess chest was as puffed as could be the next day. Until he heard they were continuing the battles. That made him worried, but the excitement of five levels in a single day, more than hed gotten in any one year, made him accept it.

Velden himself looked reassured.

That new group of [Mercenaries] are all they claim to be. Apparently they killed a thousand Antinium in one go. Who are they? Ive never heard ofwhat was their group even called?

A thousand? Vess jaw dropped. That Gnoll with the spear had changed the Alliances fortunes with one attack. Even the top brass went to visit his tent, though they seemed disappointed as they left. However, that was Vess entry into the war. With the mysterious Gnoll, the mercenaries, it seemed like Big Yam had gone into the fighting just to see it turn around.

Lulv, [Spearmaster]

The worst losses were taken on the first engagement. Unacceptable losses, to Lulv.

Five dead.

Five, for a thousand. Not a bad exchange ratein anywhere but Manus army.

Any accounting for it?

The officers under his command made no excuses. Lulv trusted each one of them. He listened as all fives deaths were accounted for by eyewitnesses.

No one can stop an arrow to the head. That might have been when Liscor volleyed on its own ranks. Brutalbut efficient.

Lulv nodded. That was one of the few reasons his command hadnt killed one of the Prognugators. He wasnt risking a [Soldier] for that when he could try again. Someone in Liscor had cooler blood than he thought. Perhaps Olesm? He did graduate from Manus.

Another was killed by 4th Company. We took a number of wounded there. Last one was a run-in against a lot of Liscors own before the squad got out. Lucky thrust from a spear.

That was all understandable. Three waswell, casualties occured. If Lulv had hand-picked every single one of the four hundred out of Manus best, one or two dying would make sense.

However, those last two hadnt just dieda single engagement, a single Antinium had apparently taken them out.

Even Hensi? She had [The Veterans Second Chance]. So she got killed directly.

[The Veterans Second Chance] was a Skill that meant the Manus [Soldier] should have walked away from anything but a direct, mortal wound. Even if shed been hit in an artery, they might have dragged her away. At her level? She could have lost a leg and maybe survived ten or twenty whole minutes, even without a tourniquet.

I think I saw that Antinium. With a sword? One looked sharper. Im not sure if it died.

Lulv growled. He shook his head as the officers went to corroborate that detail.

Well aim for it. Maybe it was a higher-level one orexperimental. Alright. Pull fifteen.

From the city? Filter them in as [Recruits]?

You can pick from Hectval-Luldem-Drisshiatheir damn Alliance if you want to. Make sure theyre decent, but favor trustworthiness over anything else. Mercenary outfit. Put them in a squad. Give them a minder and two regulars.

Yes, sir.

That was how Lulv would return with an equal or greater amount of [Soldiers]assuming those who joined up wanted to stay with Manus. They probably would, and theyd level or die.

Lulv thought about his next assault. Obviously, he wasnt in charge, but Sokkel would help him get where he needed to be. He didnt know if their [Sniper] had taken out Belgrade, but Tersk and Dekass were both priority targets. Unfortunately, they had actual amulets and officer-grade armor. So it would be tough.

Aside from that? Erase their forces. Erase themand see just what they were made of. Lulv didnt have to take part in every battle. But this special group of Free Antinium? They died.

When Lulv got word a thousand more Antinium had rejoined the army, he frowned. He didnt take part in the next battle with Hectval; although, he let them have his archers, who calmly sniped Antinium. A thousand new Antinium.

Were they regular Soldiers and Workers wearing armor, or special? He hadnt seen that much aside from a few Skills from the Free Antinium, but even one Skill made their Antinium unique, like every other specialist element a Hive had. Time would tell whether the Free Queen was willing to commit this finite resource to the war or not. Especially after the second assaults casualties.

Lulv waited through two battles until Liscor dropped its guard, then had his forces assault the Antinium from a cliff with enchanted arrows. He watched as the enchanted arrows tore their lines apart and threw eighty javelins until they were out of range.

The next time, he attacked in the next battle and cut straight through one squad of Liscors own into the Antinium. Lulv used two [Spear Arts], went for Prognugator Tersk, and saw the [Strategist], Olesm, point at him.

The [Spearmaster] deflected the wave of arrows, took eighteen on his armor without damage, and his Wardstone Amulet took the last six. He retreated, cursing, watching his forces wipe out an Antinium battalion and fall back fast. Lulv debated throwing a javelin through Olesm; the Drake was unguarded. However, Hectval didnt need to win this war, so Lulv fell back.

Four assaults later, Lulv frowned at the casualty reports.

Two deaths and four major wounds. That was two more than he expected, honestly. Manus [Soldiers] went in and got hurt, buthe eyed both reports, neatly noted down.

Arrow shot to the head. Both times. Neither one from the front. And Manus [Soldiers] wore helmets.

Hmm.

So eight dead. By now, Lulv counted another thousand Antinium in their graves. When the third wave of reinforcements came, he began to wonder if these Antinium were special at all. Until he saw the first Painted Antinium.

Theophilus, [Acolyte]

When a thousand Antinium died, the Hive did not just replace them. It was not that easy. A thousand deaths was a terrible thing.

However, the [Crusaders] had already been budgeted for, their replacements grown in the Grower Vats, and that was because Belgrade had reduced the Free Hives casualty numbers enough that there had already been a surplus.

A thousand more? That was noteasy. But the Free Queen had anticipated the need.

The cost, spiritually, emotionally, was greater. When Pawn had heard of the deaths, he had knelt in front of the Promise of Memory, as the wall of Painted Antiniums markings was known, and looked up.

Each one. I do not know their colors. They had no names. They were justI sent them to their deaths.

Theophilus and the other [Acolytes] had heard his pained whisper. The greatest Individual of their Hive, Pawn, the one who had discovered Heaven, who had known her, who had revealed the sky and the Painted Antiniumhe had looked up.

I wish I could weep. I wish I could. But when Bird does it, it sounds so silly. And II may be bound for Hell, if it exists, after all.

That had made Theophilus shiver. For it was his first time hearing the word from Pawns mandibles, as an idea of something more than Rhir.

Pawn?

The [Priest] turned. Theophilus was one of his first acolytes. The Worker looked weary.

It is only a feeling, Theophilus. I do not mean Rhir.

Why would this be, though? Are not all Antinium bound for Heaven?

Pawns mandibles clicked softly as he touched Theophilus hands with his own. Two more [Acolytes], Zimrah and Jerimy, joined him.

They were named not as Painted Antinium, but based on one of the other stories Pawn told. Each held one of Pawns hands. They were [Acolytes]. Only Zimrah was a Painted Worker. She had gold butterflies on her cheeks.

She had Pawns kindness. Jerimy had learned almost all of Pawns stories. Theophilus? He had less of either, but he had been with Pawn when the [Priest of Wrath and Sky] had cursed Hectval. Had first summoned the guardians from beyond. Theophilus saw these things and believed.

It was easy.

Heaven was realbut the [Priest] murmured as he looked up from his disciples faces.

Heaven is for all Antinium. It is promised, do not worry, Theophilus. Heaven is for any Antinium who was good, or just was. However young. The only Antinium who might not ever go thereit is an idea, but there is a place that is the opposite of Heaven. That would be Hell. Only an Antinium who did terrible things would go there.

Like an Aberration?

Zimrah asked. Pawn shook his head instantly.

What is an Aberration but a Worker or Soldier who sees the pain we are going through and rebels? They do terrible things, but they are suffering. That is what I believe.

Heretical wordsuntil now. Yet Pawn preached that Antinium were in need of something, that life was not goodit could be better. The other [Acolytes] had nodded.

So if they do not go to a Hellwho would?

Pawns antennae went still. He turned to Theophilus.

That would be an Antinium who harms their kind deliberately. Who doesbad things that have no excuse.

Why would you be one of those Antinium, Pawn? PerhapsKsmvr might be one of them? Or Klbckh?

Theophilus suggested, and Pawn smiled wearily.

Perhaps. But I feel hellbound.

Why?

The [Priest] knelt there, and his voice was leaden, resolved, andbitter.

Because I must send more Antinium to die. Or at least, I will ask it of them. And it seems

He checked Belgrades desperate missive, which had been handed to him after Xrn and the Free Queen read it.

I must ask it of you, my disciples, too. I cannot go. I must remain. To give Antinium a place. Andto pray.

Prayer. Pawn prayed every day. He used to pray simply for Antinium to live and be happy. Now?

Now he prayed for Erin to live. He tried to level. He believed, Theophilus understood, that if he leveled, if he gathered enough faithhe might bring her back.

He apologized when he asked them for three volunteers to heal Antinium and lead the [Crusaders]. As if it didnt make perfect sense for them to risk their lives while he remained.

He was important. Theophilus understood he was too, as an [Acolyte]. He could cast [Heal Minor Wounds], which was a miracle beyond spells.

But he was not Pawn, or Belgrade, or Anand, or Garry, or Bird. It was right that they not die.

The world made sense to Theophilus, that way. The Antinium who died were a tragedy that cut Theophilus until he felt like he were the sky when the sky was overladen with wet clouds of rain and they opened up and showered down. What a glorious sight. That was the fount of his faith; that such things could happen. As well as the sheer fact that Pawn had to live. That Heaven had to be guarded and created, on this world as it was beyond.

That one day, Erin Solstice would return.

Oh, and Hectval be punished. The anger Theophilus felt towards that city was a real thing, so he rejoiced when he was sent to lead the [Crusaders].

It was a very strange thing, going to the rocky, barren highlands, seeing so many [Soldiers], and following orders from Belgrade, who told them not to reveal their class. In a way.the highlands felt comforting. If only they could dig into the soil, Theophilus would feel safe.

Yet his duties were simple. He went among the wounded Antinium and murmured.

[Heal Minor Wounds]. Heaven is real. Reinforcements are coming. I am Theophilus. That is Zimrah and Jerimy. Please, I have a little of Garrys bread. Eat, in no particular expectation of anything but food tasting good.

Zimrah used the same miracle and then touched a shaking Soldier with a third hand.

[Touch of Gentleness]. You are brave.

Jerimy and Theophilus turned to her. She had a Skill beyond theirsand what a way with words! Neither one had thought to say that, but the Soldier stilled. Zimrah looked at him.

What is your name?

There was no answer, but then the [Crusader] tugged off his metal helmet and they touched antennae.

Crusader 51. You are brave. Thank you for fighting.

Thank you. You are brave.

The two other [Acolytes] echoed her, and Theophilus admired Zimrah and envied her way with words.

Zimrah. Of all of Pawns acolytes, she was the only female one. And the fifth female Antinium in the Hive besides Xrn.

One day she had said her name was Zimrah. She had taken a name and identity with the butterflies, but when Pawn asked, she had told him she was actually Zimrah. It was the first time a Worker had done that, changed identities, but Pawn had thought about it and said it was obvious:

You could get your name wrong. The same with everything else. Antinium were new at identity, so Zimrah was Zimrah.

It is such a terrible thing. So many dead Antinium. We must do as Pawn would do.

Zimrah, Theophilus, and Jerimy sat together, and all three Workers nodded. Theophilus had given out all of Garrys fresh bread to the [Crusaders] and thought it had helped. They had healed until they were exhausted.

It was not like mana, what they used up, but it did tax them to use their miracles so often. It feltdraining. When Theophilus was out of the power, he felt as though the world lost its color. That all was grey and meaninglessuntil his faith rekindled itself.

He had a sea of faith, so he had healed at least forty Soldiers and Workers.

We will heal as many as we can, every day.

Jerimy agreed. Zimrah turned to both other [Acolytes].

Yes, but Pawn would do more.

Theophilus instantly agreed. Pawn would do more. Exactly what should they do? Well, after some thought, the [Acolytes] had a revelation.

That was how the ritual of morning prayer began.

Theophilus was nervous as the [Crusaders] knelt as one. Tersk and Dekass watched as the morning gruel was digesting in every stomach. The day after the battle, the first thousand reinforcements had yet to arrive, but already the [Acolytes] were doing what they could.

They would not fight; they were a valuable resource, and Belgrade decreed they stay back. They could help mend armor, do chores, and tend to the wounded in the meantime.

However, the one true thing they could do was spread the good word. Reinforce the knowledge, the faith of Heaven within the [Crusaders]. Give them hope, a fraction of what Pawn had given to the Painted Antinium.

Theophilus had been chosen to do the speaking. Jerimy said that he had a speaking disorder in his vocal chords that acted up even back in the Free Hive whenever he tried. Some kind of terrible birth defect in the Growing Vats. Zimrah had suggested Theophilus was older and had seen more of Pawns miracles, and thus was more qualified.

He had labored for a long time on his first sermon. Theophilus stood on a bit of raised dirt, robes swishing nervously, as Jerimy and Zimrah walked down the rows of [Crusaders], spreading sweet cinnamon incense with their censers. He clicked his mandibles together a few times, and then spoke with all the conviction and power in his voice.

The skyexists.

One hand rose and pointed upwards at the blue, blue sky, filled with little clouds high overhead, which gleamed white as the sun shone down. Every [Crusader] looked up.

Theophilus stood there as they all drank in that effervescent sky. Slowly, he brought down his hand and clicked his mandibles.

They all looked at him. Theophilus went on.

So does Heaven.

He saw a slight stir run through the Antinium. Theophilus raised his arms and clasped all four together.

Believe in it. Let us pray.

His first sermon was a huge hit. Zimrah and Jerimy congratulated him when it was done. Theophilus felt a lot of pride in his words.

True, it was no Pawn, Upon the Hill, Cursing Hectval Unto Death and Decay a Thousand Times, but it had clearly moved the [Crusaders]. They looked up at the sky. Yes, look at that.

Theophilus swept up the camp, helped lay hands on a few confused non-Antinium [Soldiers], and felt good about himself.

Until the army came back, and he saw the gaps in their ranks. The dead. He ran forwards and laid his hands on wounded Soldiers and Workers. And Theophilus saw their heads turn to him as he spoke.

Reinforcements are coming. You are brave. Very brave. Rest. Be healed.

And he realizedtomorrow, he would need different words.

[Acolyte Level 17!]

[Skill Sermon of the Believer obtained!]

Olesm, [Leader]

Olesm wrote a letter to Liscors Council every day and posted it via the door. He held a war council with his officers. He was at every major engagement, but the front was spreading out across the hills.

However, no one, not Selys, who sent him a gift of more potions, not the Council, nor even the other officers saw the entirety of the war. They saw parts.

Olesm saw all the dead. And what he saw was Antinium dying.

Not Liscorians dying. Not them losing the war. Antinium. Dying. He made the distinction in his mind, because if he said one Liscorian regular died for every ten Antinium, that was not hyperbole.

Manus has entered the war. I cant prove it, sir, but theyre in it.

Wing Commander Embria was frank with Olesm the day after the first disastrous battle. He took counsel with her, Belgrade, and some of her senior officers. Olesm turned to Wikir.

First Captain, youve been with Liscors army the longest, havent you? Can you corroborate that?

Wikir growled, shifting from foot to foot.

I was not with the part of 4th that clashed with them, but this would not be the first time, no. Manus does interfere in wars. Like every Walled City. Thisthis sounds like a bunch of their best operatives.

Olesms scales went cold. He too knew the practice.

Ive heard of that. They want to quietly tip the oddsso they send a group in. Or fund an army, or hire a group like, well, Liscors army. I just never thought Id see it. Wing Commander, are you sure that wasa [Spearmaster] you met? Not that I doubt you. You would know.

Relcs daughter inclined her head, and the command tent went through a simultaneous clenching of apprehension. A [Spearmaster]. If Olesm had seen one, he would assume it was Hectvals champion.

Manus [Spearmaster]? Leading a group of veterans with magical gear? Even worse.

What can we do?

Ramia asked desperately. She had a bandaged arm, but she, Bepol, and Belgrade had all survived. In fact, they stood with Belgrade, rather than notably apart. If there was one gem amidst the filth of yesterday, it was that Belgrade had become part of the army for holding the line, even when seemingly mortally wounded.

4th Company still stood apart, and Olesm felt a flash of anger at seeing that. A thousand Antinium were deadbut he held his tongue.

Lets simplify the issue. The Mithril Razor, everyone. We can either retreat or fight on. Given the options? I choose to fight on. So the issue becomes dealing with Manus. Either we combat them, force them to retreat, or do it in a way other than warfare. Ive already asked the Council to make a loud, public objection to Manusand theyve apparently denied it. However, it might force them off.

His officers looked at him, and Embria grimaced.

No proof. Manus probably wont back off.

Then, we have to win. Theyve sent four hundred. Itsa lot, but Hectval was on the back foot but for them. We collect ourselves, fight back, and account for their numbers. Especially if we can flank them or ambush them with [Archers].

Elites or not, no one liked an arrow in the chest. Whyeven a Level 40 individual died without Skills. In fact, even a [Lady]

Olesm stared blankly at the table. He blinked when he realized he was drifting and spoke briskly.

I also have to congratulate Belgrade on his class consolidation. Im sure hell be an asset to the right wing. [Combined Arms Strategist] Belgradewell have to give you a party later.

Belgrade lifted an arm as everyone turned, and a few officers applauded politely.

When I am able to metabolize food without pain, I will gladly partake. My stomach was nicked by the poison arrow.

[Combined Arms Strategist]. Wonderful.

A somewhat weak Captain Vell growled under her breath. Shed hauled herself up to participate in the discussions since she was out of fighting for at least a week. Olesm eyed her.

Belgrade will now be making use of his new Skills in his command, and Im leaving the right wing to him, not just one division. Ramia will serve under his forces. I trust Liscors 4th will do the same.

Vell looked up and didnt reply immediately, so Embria spoke for her.

Absolutely, Commander. Were ready to dig in. Now that Manus is here, we all have to curl up our tails and get to it. Were in the soup now.

Yes, they were. Olesm briefly nodded.

In that case, lets talk tactics. Captain Wikirjust how does Manus operate in groups like this? Id love to say I can pull out a counter-strategy out of my pocket, but Manus studies strategy too. Lets assume theyre coming at the Antinium. Now, how are we going to stop that from happening again?

He was full of anger after the first defeat. He wanted to punish Manus for entering the war on Hectvals side. Angry on behalf of the Antinium. Guilty, too, but angry. Olesm sent for Calruz. He stocked [Archers] up, creating a fast fire-group, and saving his barrage Skill for when Manus came at them. They could chew on arrows and see if the famous City of War had an antidote for that.

He didnt even see Manus for two battles after the first. Hectvals army was back on the attack, and they were feeling feisty after being bailed out by the City of War.

Olesm sent them packing in the first battle. The Antinium smashed a wave of Drakes, 4th Company led a daring charge into the center of enemy lines to snipe an officer, and Olesm gave the charge order as their entire vanguard fell apart. They ran, and only the surrendering prisoners stopped Olesm from taking a vast swathe of their army.

The second battle was more of a running engagement with mounted Drakes skirmishing with Olesms [Riders]. 4th Company got a bit battered, but he let the Antinium happily shoot arrows until the Alliance peeled off.

In the third battle, Olesm realized Hectval had adopted a new strategy. Instead of one battlefieldhe had four.

Theyre coming from four vectors of attack and split up their army almost equally. We could hold in one giant formation

And be pincered.

Lacking the ridgeline to put their backs against a wall, Olesm only had the sloping terrain. He hadnt realized this would be a defensive battle, so, cursing, he divided his forces up as well. He put an Antinium force with Bepol, took command of one army, let Belgrade have a third, and put Wing Commander Embria in charge of the fourth. Olesm was halfway through watching his forces slam into Hectvals when Manus struck the Antinium under his command.

Archers! Archers!

The first thing Olesm saw was a shower of frozen spikes of ice, like Cerias spell, explode among [Crusaders]. It showered off their armor and carapaces, but didnt seem to do much damage.

More frozen ice exploded amongst them, then blooms of fire. The steam rising from their armor, the Antinium [Crusaders] lifted their shields as Olesm saw a force on a hilltop loosing arrows at extreme range.

His [Archers] tried to return fire, but they had elevationand there werent more thanfifty?with bows. But each one had an enchanted arrow. Olesm saw the ice melting to water around the [Crusaders]. He began to shout.

Scatter! Scatter formation!

The Antinium got the message and moved apart, but the third volley of lightning arrows struck the water and Antinium as Olesm watched.

Bodies fell to the ground as Hectval pressed in, cheering. Olesm saw them shouting gleefully, pushing past the gaps in the Antiniums lines, and raised a claw finger. He aimed it at the first rank and spoke.

[Instantaneous Bombardment]. Pull the Antinium back.

A hail of arrows cut down Hectvals front line and stopped the cheering. The Antinium fell back, and after more fighting, so did Hectval.

Olesm lost over a hundred Antinium.

After that, Olesm began digging fortifications, creating forts of dirt using the Antinium. Just in time, too; he realized Hectval was spreading out further.

Some groups are even trying to get around us. Not big. We could ignore them.

Ramia growled as they studied Scout Leader Maksies reports. Bepol shook his head.

Theyll hit us from behind in raids or our supply line. Or maybe just go after Liscor. I think we need to move out.

Thats what they want. No. Thats what Manus wants.

Olesm saw it, clear as day. The spreading out of forces could only help Manus in their goal to fight the Antinium. Bunched up, Liscors army was far more of a threat. Spread outthe Antinium were on their own.

It fell to him to make a choice. Olesm pointed at the map.

Bepol, you and Ramia have the left, Embrias roaming. Belgrade has the right.

And what will you do, Commander?

Surprised, Ramia turned to him. Olesm bared his teeth.

Im going Manus-hunting.

He did his best. He saw Manus coming. He saw the Gnoll.

Spearmaster Lulv. If Olesm had to guess who held that adamantium-tipped spearhe was no fool. He could guess based on the number of [Spearmasters] in Manus.

The Gnoll leapt down a steep cliff face, so steep that the infantry looked like they were charging almost straight down. Olesm hadnt expected that, but he instantly assumed a Skill.

Got you. Antinium! Turn and brace! [Archers]! Prepare yourselves!

Olesm rode towards Manus lines, and Hectvals forces saw a group of nearly two hundred mounted archers join the ones already under Bepol and Ramias command. He had been waiting to ambush them. Olesms claw aimed straight at the [Spearmaster], wavered, aimed towards Manus lines.

[Spearmaster] or regular [Soldiers]? You dont try to snipe high-level [Warriors]. Bad idea.

Olesm pointed towards Manus regular forces.

[Instantaneous Barrage]!

And his claw jerked right towards Lulv. Olesms Skill attacked Lulv! A decoy Skill! A taunting Skill?

The arrows shot towards Lulv, and the [Spearmaster] blocked them. His spear whirled, deflecting the phantasmal arrows, and the rest struck his armor and bounced off or vanished as a charm flashed. Olesm howled curses as his [Archers] loosed a second volley, but then Manus was attacking the Antinium.

It was so fast. Lulvs spear howled, and twin fangs smote Antinum down. Olesm saw [Soldiers] using Skills too.

A long slash from a sword. Four arrows, nocked and loosed in quick succession. A flickering figure that turned into a wavering mirage as the real body struck home.

A sword set an Antinium ablaze. A hatchet was deflected by a shieldbut the Antinium began bleeding as the blow struck through the metal and into the arm. A spear passed through armor into the body beyond.

Enchanted weapons. Lulv was retreating with Manus forces after one clash. That was all they needed. They unloaded their best Skills and fled.

Good tactics. Simple, effectiveOlesm looked past them at the Hectval Alliances forces. They came at Bepol and Ramia in an enveloping wave, once more taking advantage of the Antiniums losses. Olesm shook his head.

[Riders], on me! [Attack Formation]!

He led them in a charge along the sides, not following Manus, but heading left. A group of [Riders] came to stop him, and the mounted archers knocked them from their saddles. Olesm drew them to a standstill and parked them behind Hectvals lines.

Volley! Volleybreak away!

The [Soldiers] ate two volleys of arrows to their backs. More than the losses, it was demoralizing. Hectvals commander turned on Olesm in a flash, trying to box him in. He just raised a claw.

[Rapid Retreat]. 4th Company, your position?

Inbound. Keep them on you for just six

Olesm cut the overeager pursuers to shreds when Embria came out to attack them. And that was how he felt it went.

Hectvals Alliance stalemated or lost. Manus won.

They had some kind of intelligence. Olesm suspected aerial scouts that Maksie couldnt see, or just plain [Scrying] spells. They were fast, hard to keep track ofand they made gaps or openings even when he tried to counter them. In desperation, Olesm resorted to a new formation in the next battle. He placed Antinium companies among Liscors, such that there was no one unified body of Antinium. They were scattered like a patchwork among his command, inefficiencies or not.

In response? He could only describe it as Manus punishing Liscor. Olesms casualty list after that battle listed ninety-eight dead among the non-Antinium. Three times that wounded.

The officers rebelled. It was a quiet, polite rebellion, but still. Olesm woke up and found a gathering outside his tent.

Ive asked for Wing Commander Embria to help settle the matter, Commander Olesm. But they were insistent on talking to you.

Bepols voice rose slightly, to tell Olesm she was aware of the issue. However, the officers didnt budge. They stood with the lower-ranked non-commissioned officers, sixty in total.

It was a Gnoll who spoke for all of them. One of the Battalion Leaders.

Commander Olesm, sir. We dont intend a coup or anything like that. Have the Wing Commander listenwed just like to say our piece. We cantwont have the Antinium in our ranks, sir. Its not us hating them. Its justwe cant. If we go into battle like that again, well fall back. Not desert. We hope you wont call it rebelling. But I hope you understand.

Olesm looked at the grim-faced Gnoll, then around at the others. Embria rode up, casually holding her spear, with two of her squads casually jogging up.

Commander Olesm. Problem?

He saw the Gnoll warily eye her and shook his head.

No, I think, Wing Commander. Whats your name, Battalion Leader? Its early, and its escaping me.

Podk.

Olesm nodded grimly.

Come on in, Podk. You andsix more. The rest of you can wait outside. Lets settle this. Someone get me breakfast.

In another army, Olesm might have tried this as a mutiny, because it technically was. Embria was glaring daggers, but Olesm had counted how many officers were there. He had a feeling they spoke for the group.

That was what Podk claimed. He looked awkward, even ashamed, but he spoke.

Is it Manus thats fighting us? That group led by the [Spearmaster]?

Olesm had issued a clamp order on discussing that with the lower ranks. He stirred, but Podk went on.

Thats what everyones saying, sir. No one had to tell me. I have eyes, and its not like I think theyre Hectvals best, no. Theyre after the Antinium.

That too was obvious to anyone who had seenthe battles. Olesm gave a grudging nod.

I understand you refuse to mix ranks with them. Can you reiterate why?

Not because we hate them!

A Human spoke up. She clasped her hands behind her back, and all the officers nodded, some faster than others.

Its just that they killed nearly a hundred of us. Today. Tomorrow? If the Antinium arentapart? Theyll do the exact same thing.

Thats war, soldier. Theyre on one side, were on this one. Grab your tail and kiss it if you want, but figure out how to stab them if youve got time, not your own side!

Embria barked, and Podk turned red, but he held his ground.

Its not cowardice.

Explain it to me, then.

Olesm saw the Gnoll look around for support and get slow nods. He flexed his paws.

ItsI know the Antinium got a thousand reinforcements, sir. Saw them marching up myself. Brave Antinium. We got what, a hundred?

Mostly volunteers. Two days ago, yes.

Right. If the Antinium tookmore casualties. Not that I want itif they did, would a thousand more come?

Olesm had a terrible feeling he knew what Podk was getting at. He put aside his rations and looked at the Gnoll.

Are you putting the Antiniums lives below yours, Podk?

The Gnoll met his gaze, unwaveringly.

Yes, sir. I am. I know theyre Antinium, and I dont hate them. I saw them save Liscor again and again. But if a thousand of them die, the Hive comes up with more. Somehow. Ive lived for thirty-three years. If a thousand of us dieLiscor will have more trouble coming up with us. And we will die, with Manus on the attack.

His paws were clenched so tightly. Yet he said it. Olesm gave him that. If he danced, Olesm would have been tempted to ignite the Kaalblade hanging from his waist.

The [Leader] sat there and calmly picked up a biscuit. He began eating it as the officers watched until they were just uncomfortable enough, not assuming he was mocking them. Make them wait was Maviolas advice. Even if they have you naked and are looting the mansion, make them wait.

Experienced advice. Olesm nodded.

Ill take your words to heart, Podk. Make no mistakeIve heard you. Youre dismissed.

The officers stood at once. A scowling Embria let them leave, but Olesm called out.

Podk?

The Gnoll turned in the doorway with the rest, theatrically. It was aboutOlesm sat there, looking up at him calmly.

The next time you all decide to do this? Send Podk, and I will hear him any time. If you do it again like this, I will have the Wing Commander arrest and try you all as mutineers. Have a fine day.

They left fast. Embria stomped out to shout at 4th Company to disband and turned to Olesm.

That was handled as well as I could ask, sir. Wed send that lot into battle naked, but it might have gottendifficult if we tried them all. Nasty business. Whats the plan?

Olesm scrubbed at his face with his claws. He sat there, and the [Leader] thought he could see Erin staring at him. He looked at an [Innkeeper], a genius chess player, someone who could speak to Drake [Generals] and rub shoulders with famous people and Gold-ranks without blinking.

He wondered if she would have been a great [General]or a poor one. Because he had always thought she would be the worlds finest if she had changed courses. Now? He wasnt sure.

Because he was about to do something Erin Solstice would never do. Olesm looked up at Embria.

Do? Im going to put the Antinium division back, Embria. And let Hectval at them.

He waited for her to smile, one hand on a fork. If she smiled, he stabbed her, and she probably cut off a limb.

To her credit, she never did.

[Leader Level 15!]

[Skill Preserve Morale (Casualties) obtained!]

[Skill Bloodthirsty Engagement obtained!]

[Skill Detect Disloyalty obtained!]

[Skill Hundredfold Arms Repair obtained!]

Belgrade, [Strategist]

It touched him, slightly, that his officers did not take part in that mutiny. He had no doubt they took part in the clandestine meetings he was aware they were trying to hide from him, but they did not join the group outside Olesms tent.

Still, they requested it. And still, Olesm acceded. And Belgrade?

He understood.

He understood, on the level a [Strategist] could, why Olesm did that. It was simple: the Free Antinium could replenish their losses. Just as was pointed out to Olesm, if this was a war of attrition, Liscors morale and soldiers could not withstand the losses that the [Crusaders] could.

The Antinium died. The Antinium were reinforced. The survivors wore the deads armor, picked up the weapons of the fallen or captured arms.

It was a cold-blooded maneuver. Belgrade wondered if Olesm had leveled from it. Certainly, the Drake had quietly informed Belgrade that there would be no need for him to order the [Camp Smiths] to repair a hundred of the damaged mundane weapons each night.

Such a useful Skill.

Belgrade hated Olesm. But he did not mutiny. He did request permission to take over the Antinium command and was denied. Again, for entirely salutary reasons.

You are a [Combined Arms Strategist], Belgrade. It only works if you have a mixed force to command. Moreoveryoure an excellent defensive-line specialist. Hectval is taking the battle into a wider and wider front. I need you to handle the right. Can I trust you to do that?

Belgrade saluted Olesm with perfect posture, as he had seen Embria doing.

You can trust me impeccably, Commander Olesm. I will do my duty to my utmost.

He meant every word. Olesm was right. He was also wrong, but he was right in every order. Just like shutting the gates on the Goblins.

That kind of right.

Belgrade did not see his fellow Antinium dying. Oh, to be precise, he saw one die.

Exactly one. He had a bodyguard of twenty [Crusaders] that he had requested. One died when an arrow struck him during the fighting that followed in the next month and a half. The rest didnt fight that much. They were bodyguards.

Belgrade was a [Strategist]. He had been apprised of assassination attempts by Tersk, and the Hive had sent more artifacts. Belgrade already had officers gear, but he had donned a strangely made torc, a segmented necklace of solid metal with a rune drawn on each side.

It had been made by Xrn to protect him. Belgrade was an asset. He had command of the right wing of the army.

He did a good job. Belgrade read each casualty report, heard of the Antinium under attack by the Manus forces. It became routine to see a column of Soldiers or Workers heading up from the rear, sometimes bearing supplies.

He focused on the fighting men and women of Liscors right flank. He saw Olesm implementing tactics on the left with the Antinium division and wrote Olesm his own. They didnt seem to have a noticeable effect. Belgrade could not save his people, nor was his class advancing in the right way to help them the most as of yet.

However, over the next month, the right flank of Liscors army drew Hectval and their alliance into hell.

Belgrade was now a [Combined Arms Strategist]. He assumed being a [Trapsetter Strategist] was inherently implied to be part of that.

He had only four new Skills after his consolidation, but Belgrade found each one was strong. As any good [Strategist] did, he experimented and made sure he knew what they did before testing them out in battle. He made a mental list and wrote a note he instructed a Worker to personally hand to Xrn, Pawn, or the Free Queen that summarized his findings.

Firstly, and simplest. [Army: Springwood Supplies]. Belgrade had wondered if they had some kind of supplies from a Springwood, which sounded very much like Cerias home forest. If she had a home forest? Had he committed a racism?

He would ask Ceria if she ever returned from Chandrar. News from Liscor and thus the world was sparse, but Belgrade had heard she was alive. Good for her. She ate bugs, he ate bugs. They had a connection.

[Springwood Supplies] did not give him the half-Elven forests bounty per diem. Instead? It made all the wood material under Belgrades authorityspringy.

Belgrade had bent a simple piece of cheap wood almost in half before it began to snap, and it was moreelastic in that it didnt break as easily. It was springy.

He told his troops to make bear traps out of it.

Bear traps were an item used by [Hunters] and adventurers. A Silver-rank team had used them in Liscors dungeon. They had not worked, but Belgrade had seen some Goblins pulling a steel-jawed bear trap off Skinner when the monster had finally been brought down.

The silly Goblins had broken it down for weapon parts. A loaded trap that snapped shut and debilitated you when you stepped on it? That you could reuse if it was not broken?

That was the foundation of how Belgrade saved his Antinium in the Hive. He loved traps.

Springy wood? Belgrade demanded all of it he could get. It was a shame Liscor was so wood-sparseso they imported it from Celum and sent it to him.

Springy wood didnt just make traps. A simple trigger, some hard work wrestling it into place, and a boulder would conveniently fall and roll and kill everything in the way if you set it up right.

Pits? All you needed for a pit was some wood, or pointy rocks, or the drop, and all you needed for that was some time and effort and your hands.

Or a shovel, if you werent Antinium. That actually would have been a problem, as the Drakes, Gnolls, and Humans werent natural tunnelers. However, that led Belgrade to his second Skill:

[Antinium-Expertise Command]. It took effect as the Alliances army spread across the foothills. While the left side suffered Antinium attacks, and the mercenaries inflicted their equally grim toll on Antinium lines, the right side feared to advance. They began to mutiny rather than pursue their foes into the caves, cliff faces, and valleys that were technically their homeland. Mainly because

The Hectval patrol were trying to keep their voices low. An entire army was moving forwards at a snails pace, but they couldnt help it.

Their [Scouts] and regulars kept stepping on bear traps. Just yesterday, an entire patrol had fallen into a pit trap and then been buried by rubble.

A ghastly way to go.

Howd they dig it? Are there more Ants around?

Bastards. I havent seen them in a week. Id rather be on the left flank. These cowards have their tails between their legs. You hear me? You hear

A [Soldier] raised his voice to shout to the darkness beyond, but his buddies shushed him. Another [Soldier] shuddered as she stood watch at the entrance to their camp. She kept staring at the cliff face beyond.

They could be in those caves.

Weve been here for a week. Theyre not in those caves.

A [Sergeant] snapped at her grumpily. He was watching the sentries every now and then, counting them. All was good. Theyd held this place, fortified itthe cliffs might be a source of attack if they held enemies, but theyd been scouted. He relayed this to his command, and they relaxeduntil the nervous [Soldier] pointed up at the caves.

You cant check all of them!

You can check most of em. Trust me. We went all the way until you could barely fit in. There might be a few dozen, but thats all. Get some sleep.

The group did, but uneasily. The [Soldier] kept watching the caves and muttering about how they might be in there. Which showed she had a paranoid streak in her and some imagination, which might be officer material?

Squad Leader Kerone still thought it was hilarious, and he kept shushing the giggling Gnolls, Drakes, and Humans under his command. Not that they made much sound. They carefully marked the place where the soldiers were.

Above their heads. The [Soldiers] marched through the narrow tunnel. So narrow, in fact, it was shoulder-to-shoulder wide, and the dirt almost scraped their heads.

Claustrophobic? It was a nightmare come to life, and yet each [Soldier] breathed easily. They also picked their way down the network of tunnels with ease.

Huh. Ceiling needs another brace here. Get one of the dig-crews on it.

Kerone noted a point where the ceiling showed danger. He didnt know how, but he saw it. The other [Soldiers] agreed.

Yep. What dyou reckon? Another day?

Sounds about right. Charges in place?

Someone jogged up from the back lines. Their [Alchemist].

Jars set. I think itll collapse the shitty loam theyre camped on, but, if not, I guess well find out when we use the exit ramp. Idiots are right over an empty space. Who does that?

It was hilarious because none of them would have known an empty space below their feet from bedrock two weeks ago. Now, though? Kerone felt like he had a good five feet of room in every direction, although he could have concussed himself by jumping too hard.

Antinium-expertise. Not only that, they dug like fools. Was this what it was like being Antinium? He had to admitthe upsides were up.

Poor bastards.

Kerone muttered, and the [Soldiers] sombered. The Squad Leader caught himself.

Lets give Hectval a really nice night. Just to thank them for it.

They all nodded with grim satisfaction.

Belgrades new army of sapper-capable forces aside, his third Skill meant that if Manus had gone for him, or Hectval, when they were desperate enough to advance just to fight something, they had a bad time no matter how fast the battle began.

[Prepared Battleground: One Hour].

The army charging across the flat ground at Belgrade had seen little in the way of fortifications as he mustered a counter force rather than the guerrillas hed hidden all over the pass. They saw one pop into existence now.

One moment Belgrade was staring across flat ground as Kerone and the others moved into formationthe next, he was slightly elevated, on carefully-piled dirt. The first rank of Hectvals forces saw a ditch appear, and in it

More bear traps! Stop, st

They ran into the ditch as the carefully-positioned pikes speared them, and Belgrade watched his attack channels clear of traps let his forces advance. [Archers] shot down at their counterparts from behind makeshift barriers formed out of the camps supplies.

And still, this would not defeat Manus. It was a Skill dependent on the quality of his supplies, the Skills of his forceswould it have stopped the Humans or Goblin Lord?

It would have helped. Belgrade watched, directing his pieces in prepared moves, improvising only when needed. He liked this kind of battle, where he had all the time in the world to prepare.

Come closer. Die for me. I am still angry. How will I stop being angry? Until you are all dead? Until your city is dead?

The [Strategist] wondered aloud. A group of his soldiers cut off by a daring charge formed a ring. A last standand they did die. But sometimes they were rescued.

Belgrade would report, later, that over that month of fighting his divisions and [Soldiers] achieved the highest kill ratio in all of Liscors army. However, his wing would go on to earn a lower casualty rate than the left wing or centerbecause Hectvals armies would begin to mutiny or retreat rather than enter his battle zone, leading to Belgrades steady advance over the right side of the battlefield, whereupon he threatened the center and even rear lines.

A perfect [Strategist]s move. He played his part to perfection and leveled.

However, that was Belgrades part of the war. He did not bleed with the Antinium crusade. He led his [Soldiers] to victory, until their division even named itself Belgrades Ants in his honor.

His soul marched with the other Antinium.

Crusader 51, [Crusader]

He had bad dreams. Nightmares.

They didnt always come in the day. Sometimes, they were at night, too. Fighting where even Antinium couldnt see. Arrows raining down. Spells and shouted commands and death.

A lot of death. Crusader 51 would swing his sword, block spells and blades, and sometimes see the harbingers of death falling upon a squad or a battalion. Drakes and Gnolls following a [Spearmaster]. He would wait for the end while fighting, struggling, flailing to prevent his death.

Then he woke up. Crusader 51 would march back to the camp, one of the fortified thoroughfares that Commander Olesm was building, or an emergency camp, or sit down and wait for someone to find his squad.

He would hear people, not Antinium, talking about the losses. Or Tersk and Dekass conferring. For a while, Crusader 51 would walk about, eat, sleep, listenpoke little bugs as they crawled past him.

But, inevitably, he would have the nightmare again.

Crusader 51 knew they werent really dreams. It was a way of thinking about battle so the world could be understood. He didnt know how the rest of Squad 5, Battalion 1 thought of it.

He had a squad again. He was still Squad 5, Battalion 1, Acid Jars. Crusader 51 was still in the war. However, the Antinium who came into the army, into his squad, kept changing.

That was because they kept dying.

It was luck. If you were lucky, you didnt fight at all. You just marched, shield up, following Tersk or Dekass orders or Commander Olesms, and you werent ever rotated into the front. Or you shot arrows and never met the enemy.

But if you were unluckythey came for you. The Gnoll with the spear. [Mages] casting spells you couldnt block. Archers.

Antinium would die, regardless. The question waswas it your turn this battle? They would die, and Tersk and Dekass would walk down the ranks. That was when Crusader 51 saw the Antinium he recognized and those who were new.

And the gaps.

Squad 4six casualties. Squad 5! Two. Squad 6!

That, too, was part of the dream. But the dreamCrusader 51 didnt like remembering them. He tried not to; let it slip away. If he thought hardhe remembered slitting a Drakes throat.

Running a Gnoll through from behind.

Watching someone kill Crusader 50 again.

Waking was better. The waking world was not glorious or fun or beautiful. The sky had begun to lose its meaning to Crusader 51. But he hadfood. A reprieve from battle.

And Crusader 53. Even some of the other Antinium he recognized. Not necessarily Squad 5.

Crusader 51 had met multiple replacements for Squad 5. The first time, he had fist-bumped every Soldiers fist once. All eight of them, they had worn patched up armor, and hed promised that they would never all die again.

The second time, hed fist-bumped them all again. And the third.

By the fourth round of reinforcementsCrusader 51 still fist-bumped the new Soldiers, but didnt sit with them or show them how to adjust their packs. Crusader 53 and some of the Soldiers whod survived a few battles did.

However, there was one member of Squad 5 who didnt receive a fist-bump from Crusader 51. Not because Crusader 51 hated that particular member. Their designation was Crusader 57; they wore the same patched-up armor, but that didnt matter. What mattered was the weapon they carried.

It was cursed.

Crusader 51 realized it was a curse. Each Antinium marched around with it on their shoulder, propped up because there was no holster or sheath big enough; they had to carry it much like a pike.

It hadnt been in Squad 5s first inception. However, in the reorganization of the [Crusaders], Tersk and Dekass had passed out weapons and messed with the unity of each squad. So this weapon had appeared, and its curse meant that no Antinium who carried it into battle came back. The longest Crusader 51 ever saw was two battles.

The cursed weapon of each Crusader 57 was a giant sword. Not wide, but long. It was called a zweihander. Crusader 51 had no idea where the name came from or who invented it, but it was a long greatsword. A five-foot-long blade meant for the biggest warriors to strike and attack with all their strength.

Doubtless, the Free Hive or Armored Hive had somehow acquired the weapon and decided to arm the [Crusaders] with it. Crusader 51 bet that whomever had found the weapon hadnt known it was cursed.

He didnt see any obvious effect, but no Soldier carrying it came back. It was likea giant target on them. Enemy soldiers saw the zweihander and sought Crusader 57 out. [Archers] shot him. Officers marked him as a target.

So Crusader 51 didnt greet the new Crusader 57. There was no point.

Crusader 53 did. He was still fighting, despite only having two arms on his left side. Tersk and Dekass had debated sending him back, but they had decided it was a waste of resources to organize.

However, the mace-wielding [Crusader] lived. Crusader 51 watched his back. Crusader 53 wouldnt die.

He was gifted with his mace, one-armed or not. He could make the heavy weapon dance, swing it from target to target with as much grace as the crushing mace could have. He would cheerfully let Crusader 51 guard his right side while he smacked his opponents with two maces held by his left two hands.

Crusader 53 was cheerful. He went around fist-bumping all the new Soldiers and Workers, even in different squads. He was a silly Ant.

By now, Crusader 51 knew more things. Like, Antinium were Ants. That was what some people called them. He knew they were in the soup, which was heavy fighting. He understood you had to change your socks or your boots got bad.

Crusader 51 didnt have socks, but he was close enough to the rest of Liscors army that he heard these things. Indeed, though he didnt want tohe got to know some of the [Crusaders]. He did not want to know any but Crusader 53 because the rest would die, but he kept seeing their faces.

And it seemed as though the war made some of the Antiniumodd. Crusader 51 began to make a list in his head as he played with pillbugs. The silly little things curled up as if that would save them. But they uncurled if you held perfectly still for five minutes, and then theyd nibble at some of his rations, just a little smudge of it.

Crusader 51 had seventeen he kept in a little pouch meant for the healing potion hed never gotten re-issued. Crusader 53 thought they were rations. Crusader 53 ate every bug he caught.

Crusader 51 did not. He was apparently an [Insect Feeder]. But that wasnt anything special. The really weird Workers and Soldiers who survived battles? Wellsome were bad Antinium.

They were locked together, he and the Gnoll. They had both stabbed each other through their armor.

[Faith is My Strength]. Crusader 51 tried to shove the Gnoll back, but he wasnt much stronger. Just a bit. And the Gnoll was big.

They were cursing, trying to pull the blade out and angle it for a better cut. It hurt. Crusader 51 realized the Gnoll was going to pull the blade out and run him through. So he twisted the sword in the Gnoll and heard the scream. He kept twistingkept sawing into the bloody flesh as the Gnoll did the same.

He was faster. Crusader 51 yanked the blade out and turned. He looked around. Where was Squad 5? Crusader 57 was dead again. Crusader 53 bashed in an opponents head as Crusader 51 heard Tersk shouting for them to advance, adva

The Liscorian [Soldiers] were sitting around, chatting. Humans, Drakes, Gnolls. But they were not just their species. One Human was trying to cook his food over a fire even more than it was already.

Its not crisp enough.

Any more crisp and itll be charcoal. Listen, Im a Drake. We invented Firebreath Whiskey and Fire Shots. Youre burning your food. Its broccoli.

All the more reason to burn it.

The Human retorted. He had a flaxen hair color and walked and moved with a kind of begrudging swiftness, except in battle. As if he had to force himself to do everythingbut he did it just to keep up with you.

Alright, Mister [Chef]. Satel, right? Does everyone in Esthelm burn their food?

Satel glared as the rest of the squad, Significant Beavers, heckled him. He folded his arms.

When youve got a city that makes a lot of metal, you learn how to properly cook stuff. Coal-fired ovens. Its got a taste, you know.

I just bet.

One of the Gnolls snorted. She shuddered.

Remind me not to settle in Esthelm when I finish the war. Ill go north.

Everyone looked at her. Utel Silverfang was one of the many Silverfang Gnolls from Liscor.

Whatre you doing? Leaving after this campaign? Just in it for the money?

Satel eyed her. Utel nodded instantly.

Its just for the money, yes? Its good pay.

Assuming you can collect it.

One of the Drakes, Jordes, commented sourly. He amended his statement when Utel looked worried.

I just mean that if youre dead, its not in your pockets. Itll go to your family, dont worry.

Utel sighed.

Hrr. Thatll be Silverfangs tribe, then. Honored Krshia or Honored Elirr will figure it out.

What did that mean? Satel was nearly done with his broccoli and chewing on it. He had [Tough Mouth]which was the Skill that everyone made fun of him for. On the other hand, he could eat steaming broccoli and not blink twice.

Utel did not explain. She just cast her eyes northwards.

Ill go north with the money from this campaign, yes?

And do what? Travel? Im planning on taking my money and putting a stake in one of the mines. With Pelt in Esthelm, I could be richif I get a good [Prospector] and find a seam. We get a mine, I buy the rights to itthen I retire early and have three kids. I want a family.

Satel had his own plan. Jordes laughed.

Wait, wheres the female Human coming from?

The Esthelm Human hesitated.

That comes with the success of the first mine.

Riiight.

Doesnt have to be Human. Im not picky. Im desperate.

More chuckles. Satel grinned, but Jordes just started laughingbecause that was a bit too honest.

Maybe youve got a shot in Liscor. Ill take you around if we ever get a break. Theres got to be someone who enjoys toasted broccoli. Me, Im taking my levels and going to enlist in Pallass army.

Pallass?

Everyone in Significant Beavers chorused. Jordes lifted a claw.

Think on it. Pallass treats their [Soldiers] well. You can get citizenship in a Walled City if you servethirteen years, I think, for Pallass? If Im Level 15, I can pretty much guarantee Id get enlisted. Normally, itd be too hard to get into Pallass, especially for a Liscor lad. But guess what we have?

A magic door. Jordes had an entire plan that revolved around getting posted to one of the armies that didnt see much action, spending thirteen years, and retiring on a fat pension. Utel was upset.

Shut up. Shut up. You didnt let me finish! Im not going north just for the sights, scales-for-brains. Im going to get a big job in my tribes specialty.

Which is?

Jordes saw Utel Silverfang fix him with an exasperated look. She growled under her breath as the squad chortled. They didnt think they were going to die, you see. Antinium were different.

Like the Antinium watching them. The evil one.

Crusader 51 had been listening in, and he saw the bad Antinium waiting for his moment to strike. But he was waiting to hear what Utel was going to do.

Silversmithing. I get my paythere are other Silverfangs in the army. Maybe some of them want to join up. Maybe some Gnolls from the city. We pool our money, join on with a caravanand go north. All the way to House Byres.

House Byres? Where have I heard that one?

Satel glanced up, frowning. He was toasting more veggies; Significant Beavers was savoring their lunch, so they werent through their rations.

Its a noble house. They have a big silver mine. You want to work for Humans?

Another Gnoll frowned at Utel. She shrugged.

We have Gnoll techniques and styles. I can ask Honored Krshia for all our knowledge. Silver has lots of uses. Yes, my tribe has access to silver mines too, but what about the north? If we have even one thing Humans arent used to, wed boost production and demand. Ill form a group of Gnolls up north.

What do Gnolls have thats silver-related that the north doesnt?

Ever heard of a Purity Seal? Its where you take a lot of silver and a [Shaman] and create this structure that helps deal with bad poisons or other problems. Some monsters hate it, too. I bet Humans dont use many [Shamans], right?

Huh. And you want to

That was when he struck. Crusader 51 saw a Worker walk forwards, and Significant Beavers all stopped as one. They looked up, surprised, as a Worker in armor with his helmet removed walked forwards. He had an odd, casual walk, even with shoulders not perfectly straight.

He was doing it again. Every Antinium not busy or napping looked over as Significant Beavers stirred.

Er. Orders?

That was the only reason an Antinium would bother the Liscor regulars, right? Jordes muttered.

Aberration?

But it was only a murmur from an old Liscorian. No one really tensed, but Satel hesitated, mid-roast with his skewer. The Worker faced the others. Then he opened his mandibles, not in an Antinum smile where he would raise them, but almost mimicking a Human one. He lifted all four arms in an odd, expressive gesture.

And he spoke.

Hey, Im Kevin.

Significant Beavers all stirred. The Worker walked forwards, hand raised in a casual greeting. He stuck two hands out for Jordes and Utel. The [Soldiers] looked at each other.

ErKevin?

Thats right. Im Kevin. Sup?

It was the most odd thing to hear an Antinium say, but the Worker had perfectly memorized his intonation and even his way of wandering about, at ease, chill.

Not that Crusader 51 had ever met Kevin, but the other Workers and Soldiers who had known him agreed it was a perfect replica. However, Kevin was a bad Antinium.

Mind if I sit down?

Erno?

Jordes glanced around. It was an Antinium. Significant Beavers didnt mind them. Poor saps. Getting chopped up. But they were still

Satel looked extremely uneasy, as did the non-Liscorians. For that matter, Jordes wasnt at home with them that muchbut Kevin shook his hand and kept speaking.

Dont worry, Im chill. Youll like me. Im Kevin.

That confidence! There was something soengaging about it, and the way Kevin just sat down. He glanced at Satel.

Got anything to eat?

That bastard. Crusader 51 watched as Crusader 53 shook his head. Satel gingerly offered Kevin a taste, and the Worker accepted the food. He cracked a joke.

So listen, guys. Im an idiot HAntinium. I made this mistake one time where I didnt know Drakes were, yknow, Drakes. So I said something about Lizardfolk, and man

Significant Beavers listened, and, within moments, they were laughing and heckling Kevin. Line for line. He took Kevins energy! His jokes!

He took KevinsKevin-ness. Just to steal food. They offered Kevin-Worker more of their food, amused and perplexed by the Worker.

Theyre soldiers. Do you think its wrong for us to feed them regular food?

No. I agreed the instant I heard what they ate. But youre feeding them before they go into battle.

The Commander stretched out his claws, as he worked a cramp out of one.

Absolutely. I didnt realize it butthe reinforcements might not have eaten regular food. Thatll be their first and last meal. Ohand Ive told Tersk to announce the next meal to them.

What?

Like beans. Or fish stew.

No! Thats

Embria sat up, glaring at Olesm. She felt something and struggled to give voice to it.

Even I can say thats a kind of foul, Commander. Liscors army does something like that if we think were going into the soup tomorrow, but telling them what they get if they come back? Feeding them up before you send them into the blade trap? I wouldnt treat cows or pigs like that!

He was treating them like a [Farmer] treated livestock. Olesm raised his brows.

I thought you werent on Maksies side.

Im not!

She recoiled instantly, but Olesm just leaned on his desk.

Id rather give them something than nothing. And theyre in this war because if the Antinium division pulls outwe might not be able to win. And Manus is assailing them time and time again, and theyre dying. If they were Gnolls or Drakes, what would you do?

Id tell them to pull out and tell you this war wasnt worth it. Not if were going into the meat-grinder. Id expect the rest of the army to mutinyunless they were war criminals or there was some other reason.

Olesm gave Embria a bright smile.

Amazing what being a different species does. How about Humans?

She pushed herself back from the table.

Its Antinium. Theyre the exception! They wiped out cities to the last Drake, killed Sserys, and would have butchered us all.

Olesm nodded. He lifted his cup.

Then should I send you a bottle each time we take over a hundred casualties? Why do you look so upset? I care about them, but Im sending them to their deaths. Whats your problem, Embria?

He was needling her. The Wing Commander refused to answer. She put her claws on the table, too upset to drink.

Just tell me why. Not about me. Justyou. You dont think like 4th. You grew up with them, but youre willing to employ this strategy? Explain it, Olesm.

The Drake toyed with his cup. He hadnt drunk much either. He looked up at her, and his eyes shone by the candles light. Not his magical lantern, a more susceptible, flickering glow.

Fire.

When I told Calruz I was going to continue sending them forth, he was not happy. But he didnt stop me. Pawn knows what Im doing, and he could probably stop the reinforcements. He doesnt. I am requisitioning books, toys, whatever they could use in their spare time, and Im even thinking of putting one squad with other divisions. Justone squad, because Manus might retaliate to the rest. But when the new reinforcements come, theyll eat good food and be promised more. I told Tersk to plan out bedding. A blanket or something.

Why?

Doomed [Soldiers]. Olesm looked at the candle.

Strike a spark. Light a fire. Do you know, Embria? This tactic was used once before. Just once, and the [Lady] who told me it said that it was one of the bitterest blazes she ever saw. It wasnt Antinium. The regular [Soldiers]they werent even [Soldiers], some were [Militia] or conscripted. They would have mutinied, but the [Lords] and [Ladies] went right with them. They were butchered, but a few embers caught. And the Goblin King never took the north.

The Sacrifice of Roses. Wing Commander Embria rose and saw the scope of his plan. Very simply. She walked away from the desk and stopped at the tent flaps.

Some day, there will be a Third Antinium War. You know it. I know it. Liscors army doesnt go back to the city. We dont go back, and we left you hanging to dryeven to the Humans. Because one day, Liscor will vanish and the Free Antiniums Hive will be there. And High Command will send us marching back to burn it out of existence.

That was what they believed. Olesm looked up.

Harsh.

We begged the Council not to do it. Youre all sitting on a Tier 7 trap spell, and you wont move. Thats how they always described it to me.

Embria repeated the sentiments of Liscors army, word-for-word. Olesm just laughed at her. He raised a glass.

Some day, Wing Commander, there will be a Third Antinium War! I think so too. The difference is? Liscors Army will march against the Hives. And when they dothe Free Antinium will be marching right with them. Thats what I believe.

Embria whirled and stalked into the darkness. What a fine mess this was. He was employing the oldest tactic in the world. The one that had made the Tidebreaker. The simplest commandif you had the stomach for it.

Counter-levelling. A single spark for every hundred that went down. She hated him for itand realized hed won, maneuvered her right into his trap. Because to believe his strategy was working?

She had to believe the Antinium could actually level. And that meant

Theophilus, [Acolyte]

At first, he spoke of the sky. Then, he tried to tell them of the good things they had yet to see. Theophilus realized he was failing when he began falling behind Jerimy and Zimrah. And when he saw that they did not believe.

There were some Antinium he had learned to recognize. The agony of watching them disappear and come back wounded and hurt? He clung to the ones he recognized.

Like Crusader 51, with the magic sword. The Soldier lined up each day with the others and listened to Theophilus sermon.

And Theophilus did not touch him.

[Acolyte Level 18!]

[Skill See Conviction obtained!]

One level over a week. Fast leveling, far faster than in the Hive. Slow, compared to Zimrah and Jerimy, both of whom were almost at his leveland he had been six levels above both!

Each one had a talent. Jerimy was the Antinium who was the most involved. Of the three [Acolytes], he would share his food ration with other Workers and Soldiers. He also read stories to them, from the book hed taken from home, and he spent time in their company.

Zimrah? The most selfless. She would heal until she curled up and lay down. Healing was her forte, and she would even run to the squads coming back from the front to try and save another life. She had even asked for [Healers] bandages and such, for when her faith ran dry.

Theophilus was the preacher, the copy of Pawn.

And he was failing.

Crusader 51 had a Skill, like most [Crusaders] who reached Level 10. [Faith is My Strength]. He was notthat much stronger. Some [Crusaders] seemed to react to Theophilus sermons, to the crucible of war. A shield that was unbreaking, or even, Theophilus had seen, an Antinium who could heal others, like the [Acolytes].

He used that as his example in his next sermon. Theophilus pointed from his pulpit, and every Soldier and Worker turned.

Crusader 334 is my topic for today. Crusader 334 can heal. They have fought, and I have personally removed no less than eight arrows from their armor. Hectval attacked them and hurt them, and yet Crusader 334 lives. They stand against Hectval, for Heaven, and they are my example. If they still fightso can you all!

That moved them. Theophilus could see their conviction gathering. To him, his congregation was a sea of stars. Some faint, some barely glowing at all, like Crusader 57, the angry Worker.

Some blazed with faith, like Zimrah and Jerimy. Crusader 334 was one such, yet all the Antinium seemed to shine for a moment, as Theophilus sermon worked its magic.

[Acolyte Level 19!]

Theophilus smiled and slept the sleep of someone on the right path. He called out Crusader 334 again the next day, lauding his example, though it was not as effectivebut Theophilus had thought he was on the right track.

After the second day, Crusader 334 was dead.

Theophilus stared down at his meal, untouched. Jerimy, handing out food to the others and speaking with them, looked at Theophilus.

Theophilus? What is wrong?

Share my food ration, Jerimy. I am unable to eat.

The [Acolyte] sat there, head lowered. Crusader 334 was dead. Manus had killed him. The [Spearmaster] himself.

Yet Theophilus could not make that sound good, no matter how he tried. The [Crusader] was dead. He had been brave, fought for Heaven, all the things Theophilus told them were right.

Yet he was dead. He had known [Heal Minor Wounds]. He could have healed Antinium and made them well as Theophilus, Jerimy, and Zimrah did. But he never would.

He was dead.

Olesm had told Theophilus to be angry. Zimrah was weeping quietly. She had clasped two hands together, and the other two hands were pattering down her upper arms, fingers tapping.

Like raindrops. Some of the Soldiers and Workers watched her. They had no idea what she was doing.

It is Mrsha-speak. Of the Painted Antinium. I will teach you.

Jerimy was telling a Soldier. Zimrah wept. Jerimy shared. Theophilus and Jerimy did not see where Zimrah went after thatif Theophilus had, he might have stopped Zimrah. But he was blind and deaf.

The [Crusaders] stood in ranks when Theophilus stumbled up to his podium, and their conviction was weak. It was not a darkness of unbeliefjust the cold, grey mundanity of a world where Heaven was distant and death waited.

Theophilus tried. The [Acolyte] spoke.

Today. I regret to tell you what you may know. Crusader 334, who was blessed with healingperished in battle.

The Antinium stirred. Just a slight movement. Crusader 51s head was bowed low. He did not look up as Theophilus went on, speaking automatically, the words rushing out of him like blood from a wound in his face.

The [Spearmaster] slew him. I am told Crusader 334 fought bravely. He was brave. Now he rests in Heaven. Believe that.

He saw a few Antinium looking at him, clinging to his words. Manytoo manylistened but saw no Heaven.

Heaven was hard to believe in. Even Pawn said that. You could not touch it. You could not see it. Yellow Splatters had died and told them Heaven was real, so Theophilus was filled with faith in his presence.

But Yellow Splatters was not here. The [Acolyte] went on.

Crusader 334 was an example to us all. Despite the odds, he did not run or retreat. He was here to punish Hectval, to fight them. To protect Heaven and the Hive. Hehe

The words did not come out. He could not glorify Crusader 334 enough. Theophilus believed he had been glorious. Yetyet

The [Acolyte] stopped upon his pulpit. The Antinium Crusade watched as Theophilus leaned on the podium, and Jerimy hesitated, hurrying up to perhaps pull Theophilus away.

Then Theophilus spoke.

It is not right. He should not have died.

The Crusadestirred. Theophilus spoke, half to them, half to himself, in a muttering voice. Not projected with hope, but with something else.

They killed him. That is what they do. Hectval. It is always Hectval. Some say Manus. But who took away our sky? Hectval. If not for them, we could be in the inn. She would be there, laughing. She would take my hands, and Pawn would laugh and smile. We should all be there. Instead, we are dying here. Crusader 334 is dead. Because of them. Hectval.

Something was rising in Theophilus stomach. A kind of bile, but worse. Dekass and Tersk were used to his minute-long speeches, so they were hesitating as Theophilus went on. Jerimy had stopped, and, like the others, he was looking at the [Acolyte].

Every eye on him, Theophilus grasped at the podium.

Hectval is bad. Hectval is wrong. Hectval is

He had talked about needing to fight Hectval butnow a word came to him.

Evil.

The [Crusaders] looked at each other. Evil? They knew the word, but they had never applied it to anything. Not Flesh Worms. Not Furfur. They had things that they disliked, even hated. But this?

The [Acolyte] on his podium looked around.

Evil. Yes. Do you know what evil is? You do not. You, who have been in the Hiveswe slay monsters. Facestealer is evil. It comes and kills us. Monsters? Monsters are bad. Hectval is evil. As evil as Facestealer. Why? Because you should not be here! Because you die! Because all of this suffering would not be if Hectval did not exist! That is what they have done!

He struck his podium in a rage, cracking the wood slightly.

Crusader 334! Your squads! It is all Hectvals fault! That is why they must die! They are worse than Facestealer. That thing is a monster. They? They were born under the sky. They had lives, and they still killed her. They kill us. They have a choice. They

His breathing was disjointed, as if he were ill. The [Acolyte] looked up and hesitated. Faith shone in his gaze, brighter than ever before. He saw Crusader 51 gripping his sword tight. What was he saying? What was he doing? It came out of his mandibles in a flash.

They will never go to Heaven. There is no Heaven for them. They are bound for nothing. Worse than nothing. They arehellbound.

Hell? The [Crusaders] looked at Theophilus, and he raised his arms.

Hell! I have heard it spoken of! It is more than Rhir! It is where they will go. It is

He searched for what it surely was.

It is a place of suffering. It is a place where they will go when they die. The Humans have their Heaven and Hell. So do we. Ours is a place for our enemies to sink into. A watery grave. A place where they die and feel pain. They are hellbound, and you will deliver them to a place where they will be punished for every [Crusader] who falls. They are all cursed. Cursed! I mark you all for Heaven and they for Hell. Go! Send them there.

His arms rose in a paroxysm of rage, twitching. Theophilus screamed at the Crusadeand then slowly toppled over backwards, onto his back. He did not hear or see what happened next, he just collapsed into a dead faint.

[Conditions Met: Acolyte Cleric Class!]

[Cleric Level 20!]

[Skill Weapon Proficiency: Club obtained!]

[Skill Lighter Armor obtained!]

[Miracle Cursed Hands obtained!]

It began. When Theophilus awoke, Tersk was standing over him.

At last. I see it again. Pawns strange class.

The Armored Prognugator looked down at Theophilus. He could not read the [Cleric]s class.

[Cleric], not [Priest]. A class meant forbattle. Yet somehow, Tersk knew. He spoke, as Theophilus realized he was lying in the [Healer]s tent.

Your fellow [Acolytes] have advanced their class. They have fought on the front. Dekass does not understand. He will.

Fought? On the front? Theophilus stood up and saw Jerimy.

The Worker had a flail. He also had two deep scars on his armor. And a new Skill. He was shaking with a fury, like many of the [Crusaders]. Theophilus hesitated as he saw Liscors regulars staring at the Antinium.

What had happened when he was out? Significant Beavers were pointing at the Antinium.

Did you see them go into the fight this time? I thought they fought hard beforethey were vicious. That little Worker with the huge sword bit someones face off!

Not the only ones. I thought they were going to chase Hectval into the Bloodfields. Ive never seen one of the PrognugatorsDekasshave to order them to stop. Who wasshe? The one who saved Satel?

She? Theophilus looked around. He stumbled through the camp, as [Crusaders] stood about, the light of something shining in their gaze.

Crusader 51 was rolling a boulder half his height along, exposing a multitude of centipedes for his collection, marveling at his strength.

He believed. He believed or longed for Heaven, but what Theophilus had told him struck a chord even deeper. There was Heaven for him. And Hell for his enemies. That was justice. Thatfelt right. He wanted to believe in that.

Theophilus himself was grappling with what he had said. His new miracle, and the realization hed had at the pulpit. He would fight. He was angry, just as Olesm had said. He would fight tomorrow, and levels had given him the Skills to do so.

Jerimy had felt his rage. He understood something that perhaps Pawn himself had not yet fully realized. Theophilus longed to speak with Pawn and hear his words, but there was something else.

For every dark mirror, there was a light side.

She stood among Workers and Soldiersand Liscors regulars. Drakes were taking her hand and shaking it. Thanking her. Asking her questions.

Zimrah. The [Cleric] stopped when he saw the [Priest].

She had run into battle with the other [Crusaders], wearing only her robes. The unbearable wait had been too much for Zimrah, so she had found the wounded as they fell. And she had leveled in the battle itself.

Squad 5 was among those who had seen her appear. Crusader 57s shaking had stopped. He looked up at Zimrah, holding one of her hands as she spoke.

What did you expect from her?

The [Crusaders] were hurt. Some were dying.

They had thrown themselves into the fighting, so intensely that some fought surrounded. Hectval was not Manusbut their blades were sharp.

A mortal cut ran down Crusader 57s abdomen, nearly splitting him in half. Crusader 51 and 53 were leading the squad defending him, but they had no more potions!

The cursed zweihander lay across Crusader 57s front. Though it had been a Skill[Sundering Slash]which had cut through armor.

That was when she appeared. A [Priest], her class name still ringing in her ears, running across the battlefield.

An Antinium in robes. Hectvals [Soldiers] spotted her, and some marked herbut the [Crusaders] charged into them rather than let Zimrah die.

Wounded? Where are

She saw Squad 5 and ran towards Crusader 57. The Worker was spitting.

dyING. IM DyinG. caNt sAvE ME.

He shoved her hands away. He knew her Skill. [Heal Minor Wounds].

I am a [Priest], now. Hold still.

He laughed at her. Crusader 57 knew Skills. So she had consolidated her class, right? Good for her. What did she have now?

[Heal Moderate Wounds]? He felt death eating him up from the center. The Worker began to curl up as Zimrah reached down for him. He looked upand saw her dark brown-black eyes begin to shine.

They shone bright, a flash of color like the first beam of sunlight that Crusader 57 had ever seen. She grabbed his hand, and in that moment, as she spoke her new miracle, the Worker realized he had made a mistake.

He thought faith obeyed rules. The [Priest] grabbed him, and Hectvals [Soldiers] saw a flash. A Drake boy, Vess, stumbled back as his squad retreated.

Someone report this to command! Back! Back

Yet the Drake watched as the Antinium with the robes spoke in afeminine voice? He thought he heard the Skill, but that couldnt be. Because if hed heard right, she said

[Cure Mundane Wounds]!

Dekass, [Prognugator]

What?

Dekass slapped himself. Then he turned his head to hear again. Tersk repeated it.

[Cure Mundane Wounds]. That is her new Skill. I am apprised of two Skills for combat that Theophilus and Jerimy have learned. They will employ them in the coming battle.

Dekass just stood there. He knew how the world worked. He knew the intricacies of armored combat and the capabilities of his foe.

Nothing in his tutelage had prepared him for that Skill.

Let us revisit Zimrahs new ability. It sounds as though that would curemundanewounds, Tersk.

Yes.

The Armored Prognugator clicked his mandibles together a few times. He wondered if another good slap would help.

Clearly my hearing faculties have stopped working. No, we are all under a [Confusion] spell. We must employ anti-illusion tactics. Tersk. That would imply she could heal all wounds that are mundane.

That is what mundane means, yes, Dekass. Hmmyes.

Tersk had a dictionary open. He tapped a word.

Mundane. She insists on fighting, so I may put her in armor. She must be guarded. I have already told the Free Antinium to send artifacts to protect her and the other

Dekass walked out of the tent. He stared at the ground and tried to find the runes or hidden spells on him. He checked himself into the [Healer]s. The Gnoll stared at Dekass and gingerly took his temperature. She felt at the cold chitin and hesitated.

What is wrong with you, yes?

I am sick.

How?

I do not know. It is your job to tell me. If I am infected, kill me quickly. Have my sword.

The Gnoll had a problem with taking Dekass sword. Shed never be a proper Antinium [Healer]. Olesm came to ask why Dekass was bothering her, and Dekass realized he couldnt tell the Commander because it was a new Skill in a class he was supposed to keep secret. So he employed subterfuge.

Nothing is wrong, Commander Olesm. I am coincidentally sick and nothing else of note has happened.

The Drake gave him a long look as Dekass decided he might actually not be under a spell or sick. The Armored Prognugator walked back to Tersk.

We must test this at once. I do not believe.

Tersk opened his mandibles in a smile.

Neither did I. But I am beginning to. That is the point. It is happening again. This is the potential of the Free Antinium.

Dekasshad never quite understood what Tersk was raving about when he reported to the Armored Queen. The Armored Queen, in her graciousness, had opined that the Free Queen had a chance, and that the other Queens had been less than welcoming to her, but she had expressed reservations that the Free Antinium could survive with their enemies using the city against them.

However, she had sent Tersk to see. When Tersk reported to her, she had sent Dekass with him. The Armored Prognugator had considered food the Free Antiniums real asset; their leveling Soldiers and Workers had not impressed him as much as the Grand Queens secret project or other specialist Antinium.

After that dayhe saw wonders.

Three Antinium walked the battlefield and did something that no one could believe. Observers from Manus divisions watched, rubbed their eyes, and raced back to report to their [Spearmaster].

Most of the Alliances soldiers just laughed in the faces of those who claimed to witness it. Or nervously checked if they were going up against the Ants tomorrow.

On Liscors side, Belgrade looked up at the sky and smiled. Liscors [Soldiers] whispered about it, doing much the same thing as Hectval, but encouraged by something.

Yet all those who saw it with their own eyes? Saw

Zimrah raced forwards, and Dekass watched as an Antinium with nine cuts across their body jerked. There was a flash, and they rose.

The light looked like the sunlight upon the Grand Queens beautiful form the first time Dekass had ever stood in her presence. The Antinium did not know what it was, but the Soldier rose, wounds healed.

It was not a perfect Skill. Poisonsmore advanced poisons, anything from a spell or enchanted blade, stymied Zimrahs power. Yet it did not matter how severe the wound.

It closed. It healed in a flash. Other times, Zimrah would use a lesser Skill, because she could use thismiracleall of twice before she fell over.

The other two Antinium were easier for Dekass to understand, but their powers wereweird. If he wrote to the Grand Queen nowa foolhardy task given that it would be interceptedDekass would say that the Antinium might have developed their own [Mages].

But what odd magic.

Vess, [Magic User]

[Cursed Hands]. Suffer, Hectvals [Soldiers]! You are evil! I curse you! As Pawn cursed you, I curse you with bad luck and gangrene! With a lack of cats! With death! Hell! You are bound for

The screaming Worker was scary enough. He had a flail and was wearing armor like the rest, but then Vess saw a hand reach up from the ground and try to drag one of the [Soldiers] in his squad down.

The screaming Drake hacked at the hand, but his sword passed through the long, spectral arm. It was semi-transparent, like a shadow come to life. Vess aimed an arrow and blasted it apart.

Magic works! Get back! Get back!

Velden bellowed, and Vess backed upuntil he felt a cold touch on his leg. Something pulled him down hard, and he felt one boot trying to sink into the ground. He looked down and screamed.

Help! Help

He pointed his wand wildly as more hands reached up. They were everywhere! In a circle nearly thirty feet wide, hands slowly reached up and tried to pull down every [Soldier] in sight.

It was not the most dangerous spell ever. In fact, the hands moved about as fast as a zombies, a slow grab. But when they grabbed you?

My leg! My

A Gnoll was screaming as he tried to pull freeand he looked up as an Antinium ran him through with a sword. The hands were strong. Vess leg hurt, and someone broke a leg before they pulled free.

They were trying to drag them into the earth. Was something down there? Vess aimed his wand, shot an Antinium through the face, and backed up.

He was levelling up. Now he could throw over a hundred [Light Arrows] per battle, and his squad, Big Yam, were the one of the most successful in the Alliance.

Aside from the mercenaries. Where were they? Watching again? Vess took down another Antinium and then saw the third strange one.

He had armor like the other two, and a club in one hand, a shield in the other. But he pointed a finger at Vess as the [Magic User] whirled. Vess shot an arrow and hit the Antinium on the cheek. It tore chitin, but the Antinium pointed at Vess

And shot an arrow back.

An odd arrow, a twisting crackle with an eerie, crimson glow, hit Vess in the chest. The Drake stumbled, gasping, and felt at his chest.

Vess!

It had gone through his armor. Velden whirled and put up his shield. Two more arrows struck it, and Vess thought the magic went through the shield. Velden grunted.

What was? Back up! Back up!

The Alliance was retreating. Velden, the newly-minted [Sergeant], ran back with Vess, but the Drake was still firing [Light Arrows].

We have to hold them. Get ready for another charge!

Vess felt hot. He nodded and then stumbled as he turned. He was sweating. What had that Antinium said when he used thathe didnt have a wand. What was?

Vess? Whats wrong?

[Sergeant]?

One of Big Yam looked at Velden. The Drake waswobbling. Velden, the [Veteran Sergeant], looked at Vess.

I think we got hit with something. Im

He was pouring sweat. Vess leaned over.

I dont feel well, Velden. I

The Antinium had said something. Vess recalled it as he saw Velden slowly collapse, and Big Yam explode into chaos as the squad fell back. Another Gnoll whod been struck was so bleary on her feet she stumbled forwards until her friends yanked her back. What was wrong with them?

Lulv, [Spearmaster]

[Arrow of Fever]. Are you sure thats what the Antinium said?

Spearmaster Lulv stood well back from the Drake boy with the wand, upwind, listening with his keen hearing. The fever wasnt contagious, or so it seemed.

It had broken merely an hour after the Drakes and Gnolls had collapsed, but that Antinium had fired nearly three dozen off. The arrows went through ordinary armor, and they made those struck feverish.

I have never heard of that spell in my life.

Sokkel, Manus representative, muttered in Lulvs ear. The [Spearmaster] growled back.

Neither have I. Three Antinium. Do you have marks on them?

Yes. Each ones got amulets and rings, though. Our [Archers] took potshotsnothing. The one that was screaming insults even has a diffraction barrier.

Huh. Theyre definitely on the list, then. Speaking of [Archers]I have to investigate that, later.

Captain Yulre?

Someone was calling Lulvs fake name. He grunted and saw an officer of Luldem approaching.

Sir?

The Drake wasnt as insulting as Hectvals officers could be, but he was smiling a bit too-wide.

I trust our consultant and your troops heard that? Moreirregularities.

His tone lingered on the word. This entire war was one big irregularity to the Alliance. Liscor didnt go for surrendering nearly as much. They fielded Antinium. They were out for blood.

Lulv nodded.

Yes, sir. My forces are considering the issue.

Ah. Then youll be deploying with us the next battle?

Lulv kept his face blank as the officer looked at him.

We are debating our best plan of attack.

I see. I see. But you will be fighting with us? In some capacity? High Command would look askance, given the circumstances, if we didnt have

Sokkel interrupted before Lulv could snap.

I can relay your question to High Command, [Captain]. I will be apprising them of my thoughts. Rest assured, Mercenary Captain Yulre will be engaged in the best position for his forces.

The Luldem [Captain] looked at Lulv and then smiled helplessly at Sokkel.

Yes, sir.

He walked away, and Sokkel leaned over.

Idiots. They dont like [Mercenaries], but they come to us whenever they run into trouble.

Hrr. Cant blame them. Ill let you know where I want to go.

Sokkel nodded. Lulv didnt miss the frustrated look Luldems [Captain] and the other officers gave him as he strode off.

He was an annoyance, he knew. Lulv was turning the Alliances battles around by his presence, but he did not fight in the most advantageous spots for the Alliance. He only engaged the Antinium in numbers, and when, twice, a commander had tried to order him to follow their orders, Lulv had ignored it, and then, faced with court martial, offered to quit.

Wytels Blades, as his unit was posing as, was too valuable, so High Command put up with it. That was standard [Mercenary] stuff, and Lulv felt this could pass as standard. The problem came when he heard about the [Slaver].

No [Slave]-trading. Where did that bastard come from?

He snapped at Sokkel. The [Strategist] had reported to him the instant hed heard. Sokkel grimaced.

Liscors lines. He made the offer to them firstthen came over here. The Alliance went for it. Hes promising a lot of gold, and he wants Antinium.

I bet he does. The answers no.

Sokkel hesitated.

Thats going to be a real problem, Lulv. I can lean as hard as I can

The [Spearmaster] put his arms together.

Liscor will never quit the field if their people are ransomed as slaves. We dont know if the Queens can see through each Soldier and Workers eyes. If one is Twisted Antiniumand Manus doesnt hold with it. Tell them my company walks off the field if they engage this [Slaver]. I dont care if they have an agreement.

The very idea made him want to spit. Of course, that didnt help relations at all, but did Lulv care?

No. He was considering, after a month of fightinggiving up.

Not because Manus had lost too many troops. Theyd kept their casualties almost non-existent, playing each battle safe. They killed enough Antinium to make anyone happy.

But are we doing any damage? Manus Security Council had had a theory when they sent Lulv into battle.

Those Antinium were Free Antinium specialists in some ways. Non-replenishable. Capable of levelling. Well, Lulv had seen some levels, but the Antinium had sent thousands of reinforcements.

And either theyre just regular Soldiers and Workers were killing or

OrLulv had a dangerous thought. But it would be inconceivable to Manus understanding of the Antinium thus far. He hadnt witnessed any direct evidence to suggest these Antinium were all leveling. But he had spotted more unique Antinium than he cared to count.

Belgrade the [Strategist]. Tersk and Dekass, Armored Prognugators. That damned, flag-waving Antinium. Now, three unknown classes. More Prognugators than any battle save for the first ones at the start of the First Antinium Wars had ever contained.

Lulv had to eliminate a few, but each one had artifacts, and he had let his [Archers] try and snipe them again and again, only to fail. Truthfully, Lulv had already known he needed to risk his forces and had been choosing which one to take out; the others might flee back to their Hive. That was when these three new Antinium popped up.

However, Manus forces hadnt suffered from any of these individuals directly. Hectvals Alliance did. None of the unique Antinium got near Manus or were dangerous enough to make Lulv nervous.

What did bother him was the [Sniper].

Manus had taken less than ten casualties in every engagement. Less than five in most. However, it seemed like they took one or two more than necessary. Lulv could have seen less than three deaths on average.

The same for the Alliances officers. Manus had statistics on battles and the average death counts for front and backline officers, and this war had a higher-than-average ratio. You could blame that on Antinium and a [Strategist] and 4th Company.

But arrow-related deaths?

Standard arrow. Liscorian local fletching. No enchantments, nothing beyond steel arrowhead. Which is good-quality. Not every Drake city affords steel.

One of his officers showed Lulv a bloody arrow pulled from a dead [Soldier]. It was grim, but Lulv inspected it carefully with gloves, looking for tricks to the arrow, as a [Mage] and [Alchemist] went over it.

Looks regular to me.

Us as well. No telling what bow it came from, but theyre not always straight.

Lulv nodded. The conclusion was clear, at least to him.

We have a [Sniper]. Why isnt it dead?

He had spotted one a dozen battles ago, and Manus had met [Snipers] before. Oldblood Drakes, Gnoll [Hunters], Human [Rogues], it was a common tradition to inspire fear and yield high-value kills.

Yet, for some reason, this one kept coming back. One of the officers who had experience growled.

I could swear it was a Worker, sir.

And you let one kill two of your men and just ran back?

The Gnoll flushed as Lulv looked at him.

No, sir! I ordered volleys on the target and magic the instant I saw it! I could swear I hit itit must have healed up.

Me too. I didnt let it walk away. I thought I killed it.

Another officer opined. Lulv scratched at his chin.

Always from range, though. I suspect some kind of survival Skill. It needs a close-range kill. Its not Bird the Hunter

They had looked and the Prognugator wasnt present. Moreover, Lulv suspected that Antinium would have shown itself. He shook his head with a growl.

I will personally keep an eye out. Lets focus on those odd Antinium. I want at least one dead. And given that Belgrade is on the right wingheres my list of targets.

He was bending over a map with his officers. Hed seen enough. Lulv still had that odd sinking feeling in his stomach that told him he was missing something, but he was preparing to go in. That was when Sokkel burst into his tent.

Lulv!

Code names and stay clear of the camp! Youre an attach, you idiot!

Lulv roared, whirling on the [Strategist]. Sokkel came to a stop, but he was vibrating. Lulv felt a moment of apprehension. Something about the way Sokkel looked

He could sense new twists and turns in the war like any veteran. Lulv straightened, hand on his spear.

What?

Sokkel was panting. Hed run to get here.

The Antinium have more reinforcements! Two hundred just came in.

So?

Someone asked the dumb question. Lulv just waited. Sokkel looked at him, wide-eyed.

Theyre all Painted Antinium. Theyre moving onto the left flank, and it looks like theyre bound for the next battle with the Alliance.

The [Spearmaster] held very still. Thenafter one long moment, he began to grin.

At last.

Crusader 51, [Crusader]

It had all gone so well. Until the Painted Antinium arrived.

There was something in Theophilus speeches that called to Crusader 51. After that day, the [Cleric] spoke differently. No longer did he speak just of Heaven or the good things in the world. He began to define

Hell.

Hell is a place of suffering. There are no cats there. No dogs. Hell isa wet place. Underwater. Hell is water and Crelers. And they eat paste. No, they dont eat at all!

He described a horrifying world of water where the bad people went. Where they would pay for killing [Crusaders].

And Crusader 51 listened and leveled.

[Crusader Level 17!]

By the time the Painted Antinium arrived, Crusader 51 and Squad 5 had stopped dying as much. Manus had gonesilent.

And Theophilus, Jerimy, and Zimrah were the icons around which the [Crusaders] fought. Not just because they had a place to send their foes.

Becauseeach one mattered.

Zimrah healed. She was so kind. Jerimy sat with them and gave his food until they made him eat, and he fought side-by-side with the others.

Theophilus was their voice. He condemned Hectval to wrath and suffering and named the dead. The sermons went from one minute to an hour each morning.

It was not that the nightmares ceased. However, Crusader 51 felt hope. Even Crusader 57 broke the curse of the zweihander. Crusader 51 hated him, because Crusader 57 cursed him and shoved people, but he survived battle after battleprobably because he was so mean.

The only mad person was Dekass. He lined up the poor Workers again and shouted at them. Crusader 51 recognized them.

B-Squad was their nickname. Crusader 51 recognized Archer B12 from Calruzs training as the Worker lined up with the other Workers, their heads cast down. Dekass paced back and forth in front of them.

Your numbers do not add up to your casualty lists! One of you is absent. I see it. I count your ranks in battle, and there is one missing. Is it mutiny? Desertion? We have rebellion in the ranks! Who is it? Who!? You? You?

He pointed four arms at different Workers until Calruz stomped over to tell him to knock it off. Aside from that, even Tersk went around more and more, sometimes offering spare rations or listening to the sermons.

Then the Painted Antinium arrived.

The first indication of their appearance in camp was a sound. Crusader 51 was gambling with his squad. He put five pillbugs down and let Shelly roll the dice, watching the [Cheater]s hands carefully.

All of them stopped and raised their heads when they heard it.

Click.

It was a unified sound. The snapping of two hundred mandibles at once. Crusader 51 looked upand heard cheering.

The Painted Antinium marched into camp, and no less than Commander Olesm himself came to greet them. He looked for Yellow Splatters, or Purple Smile, but the Painted Worker who presented himself was neither.

I am Starfold, Commander Olesm. In light of the new developments, the Free Queen, Pawn, and Xrn collectively agreed to send our forces to the front. We will fight and defeat Hectval. For Erin.

He spoke. Starfold had a carefully-painted back and shoulders, like he was wearing a night-blue cloak of velvet, mixed blue and dark and painted with bright silver stars. It was the most advanced Painted Antinium that Crusader 51 had ever seen.

They were getting better at it. The Painted Antinium had armor, weapons, although some eschewed them to use their fists. Crusader 51s mandibles softly clicked as he saw Starfold had a spear. An enchanted spear.

It was about the lowest grade imaginable, but it was enchanted. More of the Painted Antinium had such weapons and they didnt stand in squads, but something more akin to how Free Antinium fought in the Hive. They were all soanimated.

Some waved at the Liscorian [Soldiers], who waved back, laughing. Others were peering at the [Crusaders], whod all turned to see them. One was reading a book while he walked. The Painted Antinium marched into the camp as Olesm welcomed them, placing them under Tersks command. They walked over, introducing themselves to the other [Squads], offering gifts from home. Garrys bread, some shaking hands, the Workers speaking freely.

Squad 5 hated them on sight. At first, they didnt even realize they disliked the Painted Antinium because that was so foreign. But the longer Crusader 51 watched them, the more he realized how wrong they were.

They talked. The first time he saw it, a Painted Soldier walked up, and his arms flashed, his stubby fingers tracing a quick smile over his chest before a hand pointed at the dice cup. Four arms meant he could communicate multiple things at once, so he greeted them, asked if they were playing dice, and could he join?

The [Crusaders] looked dumbly at him. They had never known you could speak if you were a Soldier. Yet this Painted Antinium, Overstone, had learned how to.

Mrsha-speak. We must teach you all how to do it. Here. Garrys bread and some Ashfire honey. There is not much. The bee colony vanished, although one of our jobs is to resupply each week with sugar water. We get no honey, though.

Starfold himself sat with Squad 5, talking easily with Theophilus and Zimrah, who sometimes came to calm Crusader 57 down. The [Cleric] eyed Crusader 51 and the silent Squad 5 playing dice with Overstone as he replied.

I did not know this was a function of the Painted Antinium.

Starfold smiled, and Overstone brought out something as he lost his game, and the pillbugs hed been loaned were swept away by Shelly. He produced copper coins and offered them around. How much are these worth?

We take jobs. Silveran employs some of us. This job was paid for by Mrsha herself. However, when we heard of the tragic battles on the front and Pawn asked who would fight, we all volunteered.

The tragic battles? Crusader 51 looked at Starfold as Theophilus clicked his mandibles.

Pawn is well, then.

Yes. He sends word for you to visit if you are able, Theophilus. We will help you end this war as quickly as possible.

Squad 5s heads rose as one, and they looked at each other. Overstone watched them politely, but funnily enough, the Painted Antinium could not understand the [Crusaders].

Since they wore helmets, their natural ability to sort of sense things was muted, and Squad 5 had a different sort of link. But they were alike in this.

End the war quickly? The Painted Antinium rose as Tersk demanded they show him how good they were. Crusader 51 watched as the Painted Antinium roseand outperformed every battalion.

Incoming attack. Left.

The Painted Antinium pivoted as one to meet a charge from Drisshia. They barely needed Starfolds verbal words; they signaled each other with sign-language, and they were so in-tune that they moved together.

But any squad whod fought long enough could do that. The difference waswhen the angry Drakes in armor came at them, the Painted Antinium opened up.

[Long Uppercut]!

A Drake went over as a Worker threw a punch. One of the Soldiers threw a javelin and called it back. A third calmly blocked a sword slash with gauntleted arms; the impact left no mark on the steel.

They had levels. Some were higher than Crusader 51s level. Not [Crusaders], these, but regular [Soldiers], [Warriors]even a few [Skirmishers] copying Ksmvr of Chandrar.

Because they watched television.

The Painted Antinium sent Drisshia packing. A wounded Painted Antinium was nearly run through, but five Painted Antinium jumped on the Drake trying to finish him off. Crusader 51 watched as the Painted Antinium lent their voices to the fleeing Drakes.

Run! You must suffer for what you have done!

Flee to Hectval! Cowards!

What made it worse was that they had morale through the roof, fought in perfect sync beyond even the regular [Crusaders], were beautiful in their colorsand had levels beyond all but the best [Crusaders], and they werent doing it on purpose.

They didnt know they came across to the rest of the crusade asarrogant. Perhaps the Painted Antinium realized they werent liked, so they went around sharing their possessions, even gifting them the last of the provisions they brought. They didnt realize why that made it worse.

Nornor were they ready. Crusader 51 hated Starfold and his people. He hated them, simply because of what he knew was coming. The Painted Antinium were not fools. They knew death. They had come here ready to risk their lives.

But they did not know what waited for them. It was one battle. When they struckCrusader 51 had the same nightmare as the first day.

A howl went up from Hectvals lines. The Painted Antinium looked up, and a figure emerged past the wavering front line of ordinary Drakes and Gnolls.

A figure in black armor. The Painted Antinium rotated, pivoting to face him, and Theophilus shouted.

Manus! Sound the alarm! [Archers]!

Bring that Gnoll down!

Starfold pointed, and Painted Antinium [Archers] loosed arrows at the Gnoll. Two curved, and one split into two arrows, but the Gnoll knocked them down.

Was he grinning? Crusader 51 looked up as the two [Clerics] and the [Priest] pivoted. Tersk was roaring.

Fall back, Zimrah, Theophilus, Jerimy! Olesm, volley on my front lines now! Starfold, hold! Hold!

The Painted Antinium heard him, and they formed a line. The [Spearmaster] howled as he raced forwards, and four hundred of Manus [Soldiers] breached the Alliances line like a wave of shadows. They charged straight into the Painted Antinium as the skies opened up.

Antinium! Break formation! Break formation! Theyre in the sky

Maksie came screaming down from the heavens. The Scout Leader pointed upand Crusader 51 saw a flash of light.

[Valmiras Comet] hit the ground with an explosion. Crusader 51 lowered his sword as he saw more bombardment spells coming out of the sky. The [Spearmaster] charged Starfold, ducked an arrow that would have gone through his brain, and whirled.

There. Kill that Antinium.

A Worker with a bow on the cliffs lowered it. He whirledand four Oldblood Drakes shot out of their hiding place higher up. They landed. The Worker drew a daggera Drake ran him through, and the corpse froze and fell off the cliff.

It happened so fast. One second the Gnoll was pointing, then Overstone raised a mace crackling with sparks and two more Soldiers leapt for him. Tersk had told them how to kill high-level enemies. Hold them. Drag them down and keep them from swinging their arms.

Lulv twisted, and his spear flashed up. Overstone fell down with a hole in his head, and the other two Soldiers dropped. The [Spearmaster] raised his spear.

[Spear Art]

No!

An Antinium threw themself forwards. One of the [Acolytes]. Crusader 51 lifted his sword, and Squad 5 charged forwards, breaking out of line.

Lulv grinned. He ran the Worker through and then pointed.

Target down. Now!

A [Mage] ran past him as the Painted Antinium, stunned, fought with Manus [Soldiers]and lost. A crackling bolt of [Chain Lightning] flashed down as Commander Olesm pointed at the sky. It struck their back lines. Another struck Battalion 4.

Wyverns! Kill those [Mages]! Kill those

The [Mage] pointed down at the fallen Worker.

[Acid Orb].

A glowing orb engulfed the remains. Just in case. The [Spearmaster] whirled. Tersk was bellowing.

Move formations apart! Battalion 1, split by squad! Battalion

He raised his shield as Lulv tossed a javelin, which exploded. One of Tersks amulets flashed. Five more arrows swerved out of the way. He blocked a second javelin, and his enchanted shield dented.

Lulv leapt. Olesm was riding at himuntil a [Fireball] engulfed him. The Drake was flung from the saddle, saved only by Hedaults charm. When Crusader 51 could see, Tersk was lying down. Lulv tried to behead him, but a dozen arrows made him dodge away.

Target down, not necessarily dead.

Fight! Fight!

He leapt, and Crusader 51 looked up. A grinning Gnoll soared through the sky as the Painted Antinium began to fall back. Manus [Soldiers] were falling too, but the Painted Antinium

They were dying. Starfold raised his spear, and Spearmaster Lulv calmly deflected it. He landed. Looked around and spotted a second Antinium. The entire division was falling back, but Crusader 51 saw the Gnoll raise his spear

And throw it.

Target down. Two, three out of four? [Sniper]?

Dead, sir.

Good. Fall back. Hit those Painted Antinium.

The [Soldiers] retreated, calmly disengaging as [Archers] with enchanted arrows aimed them at the Painted Antinium. Crusader 51 looked around and saw one of the former [Acolytes] left, kneeling, staring at the dead. The Painted Antinium fell back, dragging Zimrah away.

The next day, the Painted Antinium, less than sixty of them, left. And Crusader 51 lost hope.

Lulv, [Spearmaster]

How good are they?

The [Spearmaster] asked one of his officers as he watched the Painted Antiniums first battle. His forces didnt participate.

They watched the Alliance getting battered. Lulv was looking for important targets, but he didnt see Yellow Splatters or Pawn in the mess.

Sir. They remind me of Oteslias Wildfriend Scouts.

One of his officers answered. It was an appraisal that few would ever give, especially a Drake from a Walled City. Normally, the line was that Antinium were rabble; dangerous, but more like beasts.

Lulv would have kicked whoever said that off a cliff. That comparison wasnt an insult, either.

Scouting elites were dangerous and scary.

Wildfriend? I remember them. Give me a comparison.

The Drake shrugged, chewing on her lip.

Theyreunified. See how they react so fast? Makes me feel like they have eyes in the back of their heads. Every damn bird is an eye for the Wildfriends. Lets say less mobility, more numbers, and more toughness. But that kind of feeling.

Huh.

She had just said they were as good as one of the veteran scouting groups from a Walled City. Lulv took it and agreed.

Theyre decent warriors. I want bombardment spells.

Manus [Soldiers] watched as the Alliance sent a first assault in, and the Painted Antinium tore them up. The Luldem officer was screaming insults at Lulv, and he ignored him.

First wave tires them out. The hidden [Mages] were preparing to strike. When Lulv went through the enemy lines, he was grinning.

The Painted Antinium were the Free Hives best. Manus [Soldiers] came after him, roaring, their blood up.

You are warriors! We acknowledge you!

The first bombardment spells hit the Antinium lines as Manus went in. Bombardments, using the Alliance as a screen

We know youre good. So well fight you with everything we have.

Two dozen [Soldiers] under Lulvs command went down as the Painted Antinium threw their Skills against his. That damn [Sniper] died. Lulv threw himself into the fighting, ran through Tersk.

Killed two of those strange Antinium. The Painted Antinium didnt seem to realize why they were losing. They were strong, high-level

Manus just had more levels, more gear, and more numbers. This was what Lulv had come for. Send me more Painted Antinium! They were a threat if you could field a thousand. Or ten thousand. A hundred and forty less walked the world.

Next time, he hoped theyd field all they had.

Olesm, [Leader]

He survived the [Fireball]. Tersk lived.

Theophilus was dead. Jerimy was dead. A hundred and forty of the Painted Antinium were dead and just as many of the regular ones. The rest were leaving, and Olesm couldnt blame them.

It was something Tersk said, as he lay on the bed. He was wounded still.

I am poisoned. I will live. I cannot command. Dekass will command. They are weaker. Weakeryou cannot let Artur or Zimrah near the front. They will die. He came for me. It hurts.

He was mumbling as Olesm trudged into the tent. Tersk stared up at the ceiling, but he turned his head to Olesm.

Weaker? How?

I do not know. Maybe I thought they were stronger.

Tersk was holding the hole in his abdomen. Olesm just looked at him.

Get some rest, Tersk. You didall you could.

Morale in the army was as low as it had ever been. That was the problem with hope. The Painted Antiniums arrival had been turned into a resounding defeat.

Damn Manus. Olesm punched the nearest post and had to go back to the [Healer]. Was there no hope? Was there

Zimrah was sitting in the [Healer]s tent. When she saw Olesm clutching his split claw, she tried to heal him.

But her Skill or whatever it was didnt work.

Why was it them and not me?

The [Priest] looked at Olesm. He shook his head.

Im sorry.

He had to know how many theyd lost. Dekass was counting the Antinium when Olesm walked towards him, claw bandaged rather than healed.

Squad 5! Muster! One, twonine. Whos missing?

He looked around. Crusader 53 was gone. Crusader 51 was shaking as he stood in line. Olesm found Dekass.

Commander Dekass. Tersk is unable to fight. I need you to count casualtiesbut you are a marked target. Please remember that. Keep Zimrah away from the fighting. Im sending Artur to Belgrades side to be protected.

Dekass turned. The Armored Prognugator looked at Olesm and nodded.

I am not afraid to die, Commander. I will attempt to survive. But someone must lead the Antinium. We are bound to die, it seems. I request placing Tersk with the wounded in your camp. He has leveled over the course of this war. One of us will return to the Armored Hive.

He turned back to counting. Olesm looked at Dekass. It was the most hed ever felt for the Armored Prognugator. Not a hint of running after what hed seen? Then he realized Dekass was counting each squad out loud. He normally did it just by looking.

Come to my tent later. Well figure out how to stop this. And have a drink.

Dekass paused, but Olesm walked onwards. He walked past B-Squad, down a Worker, silent, past the Painted Antinium who looked at that battlefield where their beautiful colors meant nothing. Starfold sat there as Olesm passed by.

It is more horrifying. Did our levels, our identity mean nothing after all?

Olesm turned. He addressed the Painted Antinium curtly. With all the pain in the world, but as a [Leader]. Asa [Commander].

No. It matters. You are all Individuals. You level. You have classes and Skills, and you are each one of you a treasure of the Antinium.

The Painted Antinium looked at the Drake. Olesm nodded over his shoulder bitterly.

The problem is that you ran into people just like you. And theyve been alive twenty, thirty, forty times as long as you.

Starfold listened, then bowed his head.

War is unfair.

Olesm walked on. Yes, it was. The Antinium realized it at last. And still, some fought. That night, Dekass reported the first and only Antinium desertion in the history of warfare.

Crusader 51, [Bug Collector]

He ran away. He put his sword down around the blanket hed been issued and was going to go to the latrine when he saw Squad 5 looking at him.

Crusader 51 froze. He knew they knew, and so he waited for them to shout for Dekass or grab him. But none of them did.

They were not the original Squad 5. He was the last one. Crusader 51 saw Crusader 57 spit at him.

Go. gO, cOWard.

That hurt. But he didnt raise the zweihander. Crusader 51 felt a tugging at him, to stay, to fight with them. But Crusader 53 was dead.

And he was justtired of it. So he walked away. No one stopped him. Antinium did not desert. He walked past their sentries, who frowned at him, calling out as they saw him walk into the darkness, with his rations on his shoulder. Hed left his armor behind, too.

Every step he took, Crusader 51 longed to go back. He thought of Squad 5, who would get replacements, but not him. He thought of Crusader 53. Hed seen the Antinium trip and fall, but not who killed him.

Crusader 51 just walked on, eating his rations, and then collecting edibles that Tersk and Dekass had identified. He walked and he walked, towards the ridgeline where the army had first passed through.

It wasnt far. They hadnt advanced that much, so after less than a daya day of walking, and that was how far theyd come in a monthCrusader 51 stopped.

He had found a spot perfectly, from memory. He sat down and looked about. There was water nearby, a spring, and some food could be scavenged.

He sat down in front of a little anthill, and big, black ants spilled forth, biting at his legs, then deciding he wasnt a threat and going about their business. Crusader 51 placed a bit of stale sandwich in front of the hole and watched them swarm over it.

[Bug Collector Level 8!]

[Skill Bugfriend obtained!]

The little ants were one small hive in a world of dangers. Like anteaters. The first time Crusader 51 saw it, hed gone for water. He came back, and the armadillo-thing was licking up ants with its sticky tongue, dozens at a time as they helplessly scurried about.

Like Manus. Crusader 51 kicked it so hard it went flying over a cliff. He sat back down, and the ants calmed. They needed water, too, so he brought them handfuls and watched them lap it up.

They could use a pond or something. Something to gather rainwater. He dug a hole greater than their entire colony to the side, and the antsseemed to watch him.

[Bug Collector Level 9!]

[Skill Vague Directive (Ants) obtained!]

By the end of the third day, Crusader 51 realized there was a queen in the Hive. He gave her orders.

The ant hive was intelligent enough to gather food, resources, defend their eggs and larvae, but they had no vision. They came out in a rush.

He made them into squads. Sent them exploring, organized a fighting group that rested rather than move about.

[Vague Directive] worked to also let them stop doing things he could do. Like expanding the potential area of their hive by breaking up the dirt with his hands. Crusader 51 killed an anteater and spared their hive the need to find food for two whole days. His big levelup came when rain fell, and he realized their hive was at the mercy of the water table and spent all day digging a drainage system as water rained down around him.

[Conditions Met: Bug Collector Ant Farmer Class!]

[Ant Farmer Level 10!]

[Skill Minor Telepathy (Ants) obtained!]

[Skill Doubled Collection (Ants) obtained!]

What was an [Ant Farmer]? Crusader 51 didnt know, but it was honest work. He felt like the Skills were a bitoff, though.

For instance, he doubled the collection of the anthill. But what would a hypothetical farmer of ants want? Well, if they produced something, he could take it.

Instead, what they collected was other insects, plant matter. And they pulled nearly twice as much of it as Crusader 51 doubled their ant farm. In factwas the queen pregnant? She always was, but was there somethingspecial about this one?

The first ant with wings was born, and Crusader 51 stared as a new queen emergedand promptly started trying to fight the first one to the death. He separated the impending bloodbath, and, bewildered, the ant colony split into two coloniesside by side.

They kept trying to fight each other, the silly things! He made them work together. Two hives were better than one! His real relief came when he leveled up again shortly after his ants killed a roaming Rockgnaw Goat, a relative of the feared Eater Goat. It wasnt ready for thousands of big ants to swarm himor one of the pit traps Crusader 51 had begun to have his ants dig all over.

[Ant Farmer Level 12!]

[Skill Abler Bodied Animals (Ants) obtained!]

Yep, there was definitely something odd about his Skills. He felt like the notifications sort ofhesitated. Then added the (Ants) bit.

Sometimes, Crusader 51 thought back to his command. He felt like he could feel them, but that was probably just the sensation of being linked to three hives by now. They were simpler creatures than he.

However, his Skills were empowering them. By two weeks, Crusader 51 was Level 16, and his ants could drag a Corusdeer to their lair.

The local wildlife objected, naturally.

The ant-war made Crusader 51 sick. He walked away from stomping large centipedes, snakes, and watched the smaller Black Tide cover their foes, whod joined up to stop the ant hegemony.

Was this what I wrought? Crusader 51 looked at his tribute, a pile of skinned snakes. Four queens directed their hives, letting their foes enter into kill-zones, as squads of bigger soldier-ants scurried out and the worker-ants retreated.

They weregetting bigger. He had [Larger Livestock], but perhaps these ants were evolving? Crusader 51 had seen them feasting on two slimes, even the mana cores, and other magical animals had fallen prey to them.

The ruler of the anthills sat, fed. The ants hadnt learned how to start a fire yet, but they were getting close. They could do almost anything, pile up bits of wood, transport huge objects

Just not create enough friction for a fire. He didnt mind. He could lie on his back all day and never have to do anything again. But since he was restless, and the visions kept cominghe dug, and fought, and dreamed of them.

He could see Crusader 57 fighting, in his mind. Hear the Worker shouting insults. Squad 5 was still out there. They took losses, but they kept going onwards. Commander Olesm had gotten unexpected reinforcements.

Crusader 51 had been declared dead, and Squad 5 had refused to tell Dekass where he went. So the Prognugator and Olesm had given up on him since no one else had deserted.

Did he know that, or was it just a dream?

[Minor Telepathy (Ants)].

He was an Antinium. Had someone made a stupid mistake? Crusader 51 felt like thesedreamswere too real.

Zimrah had changed. She tried to fill Theophilus role, but she wept. The Painted Antinium were gone. The Crusade was in jeopardy.

Crusader 53 was alive.

No. No, he was imagining it. Just like he imagined Manus redoubling their assault, trying to cut off Dekass, kill the Painted Antinium. They hadnt even managed to escape. Manus had attacked them as they retreated, and there were only thirty left.

Just his imagination. Just like he imagined a Crusader 53, sitting while Drakes in Luldems uniforms argued what to do with him and someone offered him a tin of jellied raspberry.

[Minor Telepathy (Ants)].

Stop it! Stop it! Crusader 51 sat amid a world of little ants, who created effigies of him. The queens scuttled around, and he heard the tiny thoughts of rebellion.

Why do we have to feed this giant ant? They were definitely getting smarter. Crusader 51 watched as the ant collective now spanned a thousand feetunder ground, at least. Lesser ant colonies joined the swarm, red ants, black ants, blue ants, yellow antsthere were a lot of insect-kind!

Aphids. They were tending to aphids. Crusader 51 had decided they needed a permanent food source, so the ants were tending to different plants.

Squad 5 was under siege. Manus was coming. Zimrah fought, ignoring Dekass orders and the Painted Antinium had received a group from Liscor via the door. It wasnt enough.

Crusader 51 looked at his ant hive when the first rebellions began. A hive of ants poured over him, biting, tearing at him as a queen battled with the others for full control. One would rule all kinds of ants!

The ants couldnt hurt Crusader 51. He looked down, picked up the ant queen. The other ants, even her hive, scattered.

The Titan has declared wrath upon them! A queen was no match for the hand of __! Flee! Flee!

He looked at the terrified little queen. He could squish her. She would probably keep trying to usurp the others. All this deathall he had to do was

Crusader 51 flicked her, and she went flying into the distance. Perhaps to start another colony; some of her hive went with her. Crusader 51 went back to listening for his people.

Faith. He hated Hectval. He believed in Heaven. Crusader 51 killed a Corusdeer with his bare hands. It tried to scorch him, antlers igniting, but he was so strong he tore the antlers off the head and snapped the neck.

He believed that Theophilus, Jerimy, and Zimrah had power. He believed in Heaven.

He also believed he would die.

The ants of sixteen hives scurried about as Crusader 51 put the deer down, and they cleared a space and then swarmed it. He did not tell them to leave any for him.

There. That was enough food for now. Hed completed his little bypass, and a spring ran close enough to the ant hives for them to collect water. Enough for them to grow, thrive, and create an ecological disaster.

But that was all. Food for a day, and Crusader 51 rose. He dusted off his hands, patted a queen on the head, and walked off. The ant hives watched him go.

A lonely colossus, heading back to the world of the titans. Crusader 51 followed the thoughts in his mind. Until they were louder. He walked, then jogged, then ran. He had left Squad 5, Battalion 1 behind. Left his friend, Crusader 53.

But deep down, he had always known he would never be able to leave while they were there. His people needed him.

What could one ant do? Crusader 51 prayed. He had never prayed before, not truly. As he ran, as he found the camp, snatched up a familiar sword as bewildered [Soldiers] looked at him, as he charged forwards, he prayed.

Not for Heaven. Not for the condemnation of his foes. Certainly not for the forgiveness of sins. He prayed for something else.

And the world answered him.

Lulv, [Spearmaster]

The Painted Antinium were gathered up on the hill as the [Spearmaster] watched the last push begin. The [Strategist]no, the [Commander]had done his best.

He had placed Dekass and that other Worker behind their lines. However, he couldnt hide them. Manus had struck their camp. Olesm had managed to threaten the skieseven down a Wyvern, damn him.

But the Painted Antinium died. Forty, counting the reinforcements, were making a final stand. No [Fireball] targets unfortunately; [Mages] were blowing every spell out of the air.

Lulv himself was watching his forces press in. He was waiting for a final trick, a teleportation spell. That was how he saw the Antinium.

No class. Just like the others.

One of his [Mages] pointed it out as it charged into Hectvals lines from the side. Lulv turned his head. He frowned.

I know that one.

The other Drakes and Gnolls looked around. Lulv had thought it was dead, but there was no mistake.

Of all the Antinium fighting, even the squad rallied around the Minotaur with the axe, none of them were thatgraceful with a sword.

It was no [Blade Dancer], but the sword parried a Drake, slipped through a gap, and sliced through bone. A single Soldier. No Painted Antinium.

Mark it. Kill it.

A dozen [Archers] pivoted and one gasped. Lulv turned and snarled.

The [Sniper]!

An arrow protruded from a chest. It was all chest-shots now. Lulv roared, searching around for it.

Kill it and this time burn it to make sure its dead!

A kill-team raced off, and Lulv turned back to see the Soldier swing his sword and chop a Drake in half.

Strong.

One of the officers muttered. He had a blade from Manus armories. Even sowas that [Greater Strength]? Lulv would never know; something about these Antinium meant you couldnt read their classes.

Alright, kill it. Loose!

Eleven arrows shot at the Antinum. It was good; it ducked, but three curved and struck it. Deep wounds along the chest and stomach. It staggeredand seemed to look up at Lulv.

The [Spearmaster] saw the [Archers] nocked another arrow. He almost felt bad for it. A good warrior. But that was all. He was a Level 43 [Spearmaster]. It was probably Level 20 at best, a Painted Antinium-quality [Soldier].

If it had two dozen yearsor just ten? That was his job, to make sure they never got them. Especially the ones like that Worker trying to heal and failing.

The Alliances [Soldiers] charged, surrounding the Soldier and fouling Manus shots, the idiots. Lulv watched. One stabbed the Soldier in the side. He beheaded the Drake, whirled the sword up, stabbed a Gnoll through the chest, swept it through a spear, brought it down on a helmethis shield deflecting a maul and axe.

Dead gods, that ones not bad.

Yep. If you have a [Guaranteed Shot]loose!

Carefully, two arrows flew. Leg hit, shoulder. The Soldier was bleeding, now. Staggering as the Alliances [Soldiers] hung back.

Yet it continued. Lulv had seen that, too. Heroes who kept fighting even when stabbed through the heart.

Get me a javelin.

He was going to end its suffering. Lulv grabbed the javelin impatiently and turned. He drew backthe Soldier looked up at him, and the [Spearmaster] threw.

The spear had such velocity that it punched through the Antiniums left shoulder. It had partially dodged.

Good shot, Commander.

Lulv grunted as the Soldier fell back, pinned. An [Archer] took aim and stopped as a [Pikeman] lifted a spear to run the Soldier through. Lulv kept watching it as it lay, dying. He watched as it looked up, raised its mandibles

And tore the javelin out of the stone. The pike struck the armor and glanced off. The Soldier rose, beheaded his opponent, and Lulvs eyes widened.

Counter-levelling.

The Soldier raised his sword and slashed. A brilliant arc of metal struck every [Soldier] in front of him, ten feet across.

Had it passed out? Lulv turned.

Javelin!

It flew into his paws, and he took aim again. Consolidation? It had to be. Butit was one classa handful of levels

Lulv threw.

[Impact Spear]!

The javelin flew down, with enough force to splinter plate mail. The Soldier turned. It raised a shield and blocked the javelin. The sound was like thunder. Lulv looked down and saw it raise a sword. He didnt know what it saidbut then he felt something on his fur. Lulv looked up.

What?

The clouded skies overhead split. A beam of light shone down. The kneeling Worker, the Painted Antinium, the regular [Crusaders] gazed up.

The Alliances forces threw their claws up and shouted. It was blinding! Lulv himself shielded his gaze.

Light tactics! Special Antinium! Im going in!

He hefted his spear, blinking spots from his eyes, and saw the Soldier on the battlefield. He was impossible to miss, now.

Crusader 51

Did his armor shine like it was some precious metal? Was it his Skill? Was he taller?

He stood alone as the Painted Antinium and Soldiers and Workers began to fall back. No one had given the order, but they all hearda voice. Even through their helmets.

Zimrah rose slowly, looking at him as the Antinium turned. He was still wounded. The new class had cured none of his wounds.

Let me heal you! Please!

Dekass dragged her back. He was staring at Crusader 51. How did they all know his name?

Run. We must retreat. He will hold them off.

Manus [Soldiers] surrounded him. The Antinium whirled his sword through a helmet. He was so strong. He punched with his shield and shattered a skull.

Their magical weapons rose. One [Soldier] darted around Crusader 51 and aimed a sword straight at his unguarded back. The tip of the claymore met his armor.

Magic met faith. The weapon skidded off the armor, and Crusader 51 lifted his sword again.

Skywards. The pillar of light shone down around him. He lifted his blade higher, and it seemed like the light itself coalesced around his sword. Drakes and Gnolls looked up as a giant blade, far larger than Crusader 57s zweihander, formed.

[Holy Blade: Sword of Judgment].

It crashed among their ranks, and even Manus wavered. How many Skills did he have? From one class consolidation? Even for counter-levelling

They couldnt hear it. The Soldier laughed. He knew his people were running. Listening to him. One of them whispered. Dekass.

A Unitasis Network. You must live. Tell us how. How?

Yet they were all fleeing. Crusader 51 stood alone, and the enemy lines tried to force past him, chase after their quarry. They ran into a barrier made out of swords, glowing blades.

How?

He kept hearing it, between the blades striking his armor. As arrows rained down around him. Crusader 51 lifted his head as he heard a familiar howl. He turned to greet the [Spearmaster].

[Crusader Level 24]

[Crusader Level 25]

The [Spearmaster] struck him like a bolt of furry lightning. Faster. Crusader 51 whirled his blade. He was no master of thousand battles. Just one war.

He saw the Gnoll duck, spear sliding sideways. His thrust dented Crusader 51s armor, and the Gnoll cursed as the shield clipped one side of his helmet. He rolled, and the shining blade split the [Soldiers] above him. Up, the spear exploded, stabbing Crusader 51, cutting off his upper right arm.

Lulv leaned out of the way of the blade, and Crusader 51 smashed his jaw with the hilt of his sword.

The [Spearmaster] grimly planted a dagger in Crusader 51s neck, and the poisoned blade ate into the [Crusader]s life. Still, Crusader 51 stood. He turned away from Lulv.

A sword obliterated Manus front ranks. [Soldiers] backed away from the gigantic blade and Lulv cried out.

[Spear Art: Fangs of the Dire Wolf]!

The first fang destroyed Crusader 51s chestplate. The second ran him through. The [Crusader] raised his sword, a spear through his beating heart, and Lulv caught it. The Gnolls arm trembled as the [Crusader] tried to bring it down.

What are you? Where is that power coming from? Kill the Painted Antinium! Dont let them get away!

Manus was hammering on the golden barriers. Crusader 51 tried to bite Lulv in the face and the Gnoll jerked his head back. The [Crusader] was laughing. One Soldier watched as Manus army lost their quarry.

If one can do thathe saw Lulv break away and felt an emptiness as the spear yanked out of his breast. The [Spearmaster] whirled. He raised the spear to throw. Sighting on Dekass back.

Crusader 51 reached for him, but two dozen [Soldiers] grabbed him. He fought, but they held him down, stabbing. Crawling over him. Sacrificing themselves against a high-level warrior.

One look. Lulv turned a snarling face to the [Crusader] and saw the Antinium smile. Strength beyond fairness? No. Well, maybe. It occurred to Crusader 51 hed been onto something. Perhaps someone hadnt thought things through?

But this was fair. This was justa miracle.

If you believed, if you were willing to sacrifice everything and you were the right onehe could do it. The [Crusader] tilted his head back and listened.

[Conditions Met: Crusader Templar Class!]

[Templar Level 25!]

[My Noble Virtue: Sacrifice declared.]

The world turned white. Lulv went blind. Everyone saw nothingand everything.

He saw the first glimpse of a cloudy sky, the light peeking around a cloud, revealing the sun, brighter than

When the light cleared, the Antinium were gone. The [Templar] lay, body ruined. Arms folded, at peace. Lulv, arm shaking, lowered his spear. He saw someone raise a hand to destroy the body and caught the arm.

No. Nodont touch it. We have to know. We have to

He looked around, rattled. For the first time in this conflict

Spearmaster Lulv felt afraid. He had witnessed something he had no name for. Something different from magic. If he could have named it, it would be

Faith.

Authors Note: Eek. This is 40,000 words. But I am on-track for an easiershorterthird chapter to conclude this arc. I didnt think Id make it, but I didassuming I kept everything and didnt save it. So third chapter might be shorter and easier on me to write!

Please stop laughing. I know we are racing, but three chapters is the shortest I can do the arc justice withand I hope you find it entertaining. It is a genre apart.

However, I will leave it at that. There are two secrets in this chapter. Also, I congratulate Selkie on their Stabby! Everyone go check out a fellow web serial author, and read their story! For now, I will rest, but Ill be back next chapter. Have faith.

Skinner by twerkzoncatz!

Venaz vs The Crimson Soldier by /peekay

Starving Duck by Brack, commissioned by /Brack_Giraffe