Book 8: Chapter 77: B

Book 8: Chapter 77: B

(The author is on break until the 9th of April! Be ready. Were closing the volume.)

They were burning it all down. Enchanter Ilekrome watched the blazes spreading. Lamia hurled [Fireballs] into the wet brush, but mainly it was Lizardfolk with actual torches slowly setting blazes. Fanning flames.

They were bad at it at first. It was harder to burn a jungle than simply setting a torch; Baleros was an entire natural habitat, not some artificial creation like wide farmsteads or pure grass that dried out and became fodder for blazes.

In facta natural setting like this had far less tinder like fallen branches or sticks. Baleros consumed and turned most material into mossy mulch rather than dried leaves.

Still.

It was all flammable. The Featherfolk Brigade were slow at first, but they quickly re-learned the fundamentals of fire.

Not just flame itself, or mere heat, but fuel. Oxygenthey brought in [Aeromancers] after the first day, and that was when Ilekrome knew Paeth was in danger. Strong winds began blowing embers, smoke, and fire straight into the brush. The heat dried out the landscape, and once a critical mass of fire was created, hot enough to continue the infernothe entire jungle became fuel.

It was a kind of madness. Centaurs had employed it once, burning the land to create their flat plains. Thisthis killed everything.

Not just rare plants, or all the jobs and income revolving around the forest. Animals died or fled. It would shatter the balance of life in this area. Allow certain animals to move in on the remains. It was so destructive, in fact, that the ashlands that remained afterwards would be nearly worthless until life regrew. At leastat least a decade, Ilekrome guessed. He was no [Druid], but even the blind could guess how poor a choice this was.

Indeed, that was why this decision was being protested so hard. The [Enchanter] was watching via scrying spells, no matter the risk; Paeth had to know where the fires were, and their magic outstripped the Tallfolk.

But he was also monitoring their communication spells. So he got to readeven hear some conversations.

Commander Fezimet was dealing with mass protests by horrified Lizardfolk in his city, already unhappy with his eviction of the Last Lights Company. This? If it werent for the Featherfolk Brigades strength, there might have been actual riots, but thousands of soldiers were joining the burning and clamped down on the streets.

Curfew was in effect. Howeverother companies were just as curious.

This is not your land, Commander. We claim it, and you are threatening to burn it all!

A Medusa was snarling at Fezimet as Ilekrome watched. Yet the Quexal was superior to her smaller company, and he hissed back.

I will halt the fires once they reach your land, Marsh Leader Yuise. I have an objective, and I am working for Jungle Tails.

You cannot do this! Even a former Great Company

The Quexal was unsettled; he was already brusque in the short argument, but Ilekrome saw him react to Yuises comment with sudden and ferocious anger. Fezimet bared all his teeth in a snarl.

Should I report this to Jungle Tails, then, that your company is their enemy, Yuise? Will I see your company on the field?

The Medusa went silent. Fezimet drew back.

That is what I thought. Build your fire breaksTalenqual is burning the land it possesses. I willwill brook no argument!

He was lying, of course. Ilekrome thought even the Medusa knew it. There was no stopping this kind of blaze once it reached the threshold. It would stop when it ran into a riverand it might even jump vast stretches of water if the winds continued.

Howeverit was that name.

Jungle Tails. A Great Company of Baleros, even a former one, was enough to scare the companies who objected with words rather than force. Any Great Company usually didnt care about smaller affairs, but if they didyour tiny company would get squashed. It was like a Giant; it stepped and crushed only a small area, but it scared the hell out of anyone nearby.

Welcome to the Fraerlings world.

Ilekrome muttered gloomily. Fezimet was invoking their attention as a threat, and they had publicly recognized him as one of their Nagatine Scions. Essentially, [Generals] second only to their foremost leadersa council of symbolic titles that came with actual abilities if Jungle Tails retained the methods.

Dragontouched, Wyrmgraced, Serpentborn, and so on. Representing the various facets of species related to Lizardfolk.

In older days, Dragontouched was a title reserved for actual Dragonsor Oldblood Drakes. When were they that friendly?

Ilekrome had put in a research order and gotten a lot of information about Jungle Tails history. Howeverit did little good.

Someone had ordered the fires started, and this was a stupid, crude, wasteful, and effective move. Someone without an inch of scruples for Talenqual, the region, or the future had ordered it, and Fezimet was in too deep. He could only defend his actions.

And defend he would. Ilekrome took a bit of bitter comfort from the fact that this decision would haunt Fezimet for the rest of his life.

Luan Khumalo had told Ilekrome about Earthwhich apparently had suffered a kind of problem like this. It got hot because Earth-people couldnt restore their atmosphere with magic, and they had eradicated forests on a level no one could imagine. Ilekrome had thought that was awfully funny. He had assumednaivelynothing like that could happen here.

Mostly because of [Druids]. They were overzealous about protecting grass, had a lot of stupid ruleseven Fraerling [Druids]often smelled, and had a lot of objectionable habits that clashed even with Paeths views on how to use or live with animals and plants. Some spoke for the trees, and that really got annoying when you needed to chop a few down.

Some were radicals, too, and preached things like burning a forest to let new life grow, or wiping out an invasive species. However, where they unified was on matters like this. Burning a forest that was a stable environment for no apparent reason?

Commander Fezimet got a call from the leader of the Sea Shepherds, the [Druid] fleet. The Quexal tried to explain himself, but [Druids] didnt beat around the bush. Especially when it was on fire.

Commander Fezimet. Fezimet Tusqual. Do you like your family? Im asking if theres anyone in particular you like because Id think of them. And yourself, of course. Have you ever seen someone die of blowfish poisoning? Its very fast.

Is that a threat?

Fezimets voice was ominously low. But the [Druid] just raised his brows as he stood in a chamber of bonethe remains of some great fish in which he captained his vessel.

Not the blowfish poison. Thats fast. Hullborer Snails thoughthats slow. And even if you have an antidote, believe me, when it gets into your veins youll wish you were dead.

I am under Jungle Tails authority. Are you going to attack them? I dare youno, I invite you to! They fear no tiny armada!

Fezimet blustered, and the Sea Shepherd [Druid] narrowed his eyes.

You may have a company, Fezimet. And Jungle Tails may be a Great Company, but I promise you this. You, your officers, and all their families and loved ones will be marked from now until the day you die choking on the foam of your own blood. Stop burning the forest.

You do not give me orders. If you so much as touch my company, I will destroy your ships!

Fezimet snarled back. The [Druid] folded his arms.

No force in the world can catch our ships. The Iron Vanguard cannot. Youve been warned. Id also advise you, free of charge, never to open a box from a City Runner, Street Runner, or Courier again. Stay away from the water too. And be careful what plants you keep in your home. Also, if you have a pet, be aware it might vanish. Or youll wake up with your favorite parakeet plucking out an eye. As for horses

Fezimet cut the call after that, and the brief view Ilekrome got of the Quexal was of a rattled [Mercenary]. The Fraerling watched his expression.

Of all the threats and proteststhe [Druids] scared Fezimet the most, and well they should. They did not play games.

Yet, still, he continued. A Nagatine Scion might well be fearless of most assassination attempts, but Ilekrome feared that Fezimet was just blinded by greed and in too deep. He wanted Paeths knowledge. More than that?

If he stopped now, he lost it all. All his contributions to Jungle Tailsgone. He was their enemy and the enemy of everyone else. Sink or swimburn it down and claim the rewards, or quit and lose it all.

A very clever person had orchestrated that. Someone who made Paeths Architects look bad at their jobs, because the truth was that Paeth didnt need this kind of organization. A certain [Chamberlain], Peclir Im, had picked his Quexal well.

So the forest burned. And PaethIlekrome closed his eyes and cycled back to the fires spreading across the forest. There was nothing they could do. That wasthere was no other choice but this.

The Fraerling began to pen his order, which would be an announcement to Paeth and any Fraerling settlements nearby. The Architects would ratify it, but he was the one in charge of magic. And what he wrote, dictating it to the enchanted pen, was this:

I am Enchanter Ilekrome. By my authority, under the articles of self-defense of Paeth on the Coast, I am bypassing our Allotment. Every [Weather Mage], [Hydromancer], and [Aeromancer] is hereby conscripted for weather magic without limit. [Pyromancers], [Geomancers], and other [Alchemists] and applicable classes as necessary.

He paused. Almost every magical class might be called on. [Pyromancers] could try to fight flame, and there were inventive ways to deal with fire. [Enchanters] could fireproof land, [Geomancers] help create fire breaks

But theyd be fighting Tallfolk magic with their own. They had toPaeth might be fireproof in the walls, but that much heat would bake the city and leave it exposed.

Howeverthe magic to do this was going to make Paeth a lighthouse. Either way. Ilekromes voice trembled as he went on.

Tallguard of Feiland are to mobilize for combat. Crelerbane Armor and volunteers will prepare to defend Paeth in a five mile radius. Conscription of every able-bodied Fraerling not evacuating will begin tomorrow.

It was so terribly, terriblyweak of him. But his voice shook and tears began to roll down his face before he was even done. He snatched the paper away and walked over to one of the tubes that could send messages across Paeth.

War. Ilekrome had never dreamed Paeth would go to war against the tall. Much lessfall. The Enchanter could have cast a spell to alter his mood, or stopped the tears, but he didnt. It was right to mourn.

All of thisfor greed. For greed andwe never should have left them be. We should have poisoned their wells like other cities. Chased them off.

For a moment he thought the other cities who had been so radical were right. But it wasnt all of Talenqual or even all Lizardfolk. It was just the Featherfolk Brigade. Ilekrome sent the message and then sat down.

Oh, Clockmakers. Did you foresee this?

The Last Box was a room of puzzles, a dimensional box far larger than any Fraerling, but only about three feet high and wide. A perfect square that you could walk into.

It was enchanted such that its true space was unknown. The first Fraerlings had walked around the outside and studied the basic theorems there. Even now, Ilekrome thought the explanations and theories of how magic was truly cast were intelligent.

Puzzlessometimes pictograms, other times code or magical symbols, invisible inkall lined each layer of the puzzles, and some day, Fraerlings would pass all the walls and reach the inside.

Ilekrome stopped at a mysterious archway made of glowing stones, each one different. It was almost complete, except for three empty spots. That was the portal to the next puzzleand the reward was probably clues about dimensional magic.

Each Last Box was different, and Paeths Architects for three generations had understood that this archway was a giant clue that revealed stones, magic, and the foundation of dimensional magic. Theyd solved two of the five missing spots and realized some materials were actually quantum-entangled between dimensions.

For all they knew, the other three stones were somewhereelse.

At other times, Ilekrome loved the challenge, wondering what great revelation would be uncovered in time. Now, though, he pressed his hands against the archwayit was unbreakable, so he had no fear of moving the delicately-placed stones floating next to each other.

Planners, Tricksters! Paeth is in grave danger! Can youcan you help us? Please?

He begged the box, as if expecting the unseen architects had put in an emergency pull here to open everything lever.

Alaseven the Gnomes were not that kind. Ilekrome knew this because they were that kindand had been.

Last Boxes in other cities had been opened during moments of terrible crises. When Fraerling blood spilled upon them, secret compartments had openedwhen death magic had reached a peak, Fraerlings had looked in and found the first plans for weapons to guard themselves.

Signim, Adamantium armor, high-level spellsFraerlings had obviously copied the ways to open the boxes and discovered weapons to keep themselves safe.

However, Paeth was a First Founding descendant. The city that had housed this Last Box had been destroyed before. Twice, in fact.

They cannot solve everything. Ilekrome rested his head against one of the glowing stones. It was down to Fraerlings. Small versus tall, armed with the wisdom of Gnomes.

The Tallfolk might come, but they would bleed every step. Ilekrome closed his eyes as Paeth went to war. If he believed in miracles, he might hope for something hereor from Ekrn.

Howeverhelp was not coming from the Forgotten Wing. Jungle Tails was on the march. If there were any last haven, it would come from the friendly Giant.

Luan.

Jungle Tails marched across the trade-roads, closing in on the Forgotten Wings headquarters. Not just closing in on Elvallianthey made their presence known in other cities, strategic points where companies like Fezimets declared for them, effectively painting the map in their colors.

They also moved closer to places they wanted. Armies of Lizardfolk that independent or smaller companies could fight, negotiate with, or assimilate into.

It was not unopposed, of course. The Forgotten Wing Company was spread out across its holdingsit had diverted most of its armies to keep all it could, in fact. A Great Company of Baleros was not going to take this lying down.

Unfortunately, the only three forces who could definitively wade in and stop Jungle Tails from re-emerging didnt really want to.

The Iron Vanguard, Maelstroms Howling, and Eyes of Baleros had increased their presence on their borders heavily, a warning to the Lizardfolk company. But they were watching and perhaps hoping the Forgotten Wing Company took a blow. After allif two Gemstone Crawlers fought, you got to pick up the pieces, eh? Both Forgotten Wing and Jungle Tails might well be most nervous of what happened after one or the other came out on top and borders restabilized. Because three Great Companies might be waiting to tap them on the shoulder for Round 2.

So there wasnt as much blood as forces moving, retreating, and seeing where the other was going. It wasironicallyless bloody than any of the other continents.

At least in most places. The Titans academy was going to have unwelcome guests very, very soon, and that would not end without a lot of death.

The roads were still scary as Lizardfolk stopped every traveler and caravansometimes just to check their cargo and ask a few questions before letting them on, or detain their enemies. Mostly just to make a statement. Jungle Tails was back, and youd better start answering to them.

That made their enemies lives a lot harder. Like, say, a badly burned Drake who was fleeing after nearly being incinerated in a forest and fighting his way out of the Featherfolk Brigades forces. Kissilt was almost positive he was dead if Jungle Tails found him.

He would not believe even a Lizardfolk company was so incompetent as to not realize he was Niers student and the one who had led a successful guerrilla operation. He was dead if they got him, and yet he had to go for help.

They didnt have the forces to save Paeth. Kissilt needed to borrow, beg, or outright steal any forces who could be spared to delay the attack on the city. It wasnt just that he wanted more artifacts to compliment the Ring of [Invisible Fireball] hed been givenwhich had saved his life twice already by blowing enemy groups to bits.

This was personal. Theyd nearly burned him to death. Him! A Drake! Andhe had to admit, in his scaly heart, that the Drake was on the Fraerlings side. They had a grand city, even if Cotm refused to let him know where it was, and like a good son of a Walled City, Kissilt would happily kill any bastards who wanted to tear down the walls.

So, he was on the move to the port-trade city of Moxy. Yes, Moxy. Lizardfolk liked the word, so they named an entire city after itmainly because it took a huge pounding whenever the waves decided it was time to hurl forty-foot-tall ones. Not exactly fun for a trading port? Well then, youd never seen how fast you could enter and exit with the tide. [Merchants] hated or loved it, and they had these wonderful checkpoints with gates that allowed ships to float upwards to the upper port and city proper.

Not bad for a Lizard city, in short. And it wasnt Jungle Tails; it might have been Lizardfolk run, but it was neutral and in fact had a Centaur for a [Governor].

And the largest group of Drakes you could find on this damn continent. If Kissilt wanted to hire mercenaries and an actual army of anywhere over a thousandit was there.

Still, he had to go in person. Marian had risked the trip by hoof; she was going to nearby Centaurs for help, and Umina and Cameral had also thought they could get by on disguises.

However, Kissilt was a Drake. So getting to Moxy was tough. Interestingly, thoughfor all the presence on the roads? Jungle Tails throwing their tails around?

They didnt have much control over the water at all. Even if they didthe Drake was pretty certain his transporter could outrun most threats.

I dont know where were going. Ive never been down the Whitewash Channel. Do you mean Whitewater Channel?

The dark-skinned Human stopped paddling, and Kissilt stopped holding onto his back. The Drake [Strategist] relaxed his death-grip hug on Luan and was glad the [Rower] didnt mention it.

Kissilt had sailed through storms to get to Baleros and seen a Sea Serpent attack that was less scary than how Luan rowed. Seeing it on the scrying orb? Looked sort of fun, right?

Luan skipping his scull-thing over the water into the air made Kissilt want to vomit. Then he realized how low to the water and light the craft wasand how even a large wave could capsize them. Then theyd run into sharks.

Luan had jumped the sharks and carried them across the coastline. Then hed run into piranhas that leapt out of the water. Kissilt had punched one. Then theyd run into Reefeyes.

The Couriers scull was one of the fastest, most agile vehicles on water in the world, and Kissilt had suspicions about where the Human had gotten it. Especially because Cotm had suggested Kissilt take a sea-journey to Moxy.

However, the Drake had been too busy screaming to interrogate Luan, and he was so relieved to enter safe waters again that he didnt bring it up. Luans vessel might be fastbut it was also the most dangerous thing to pilot, being so small. Compare that to a warship, which might be slow, but was safe. Or the Iron Vanguards Krakenbane Destroyers.

Its Whitewash. Youve never seen the channel? Seriously? I suppose if you never sailed up herewere about midway through Baleros. Its famous. One of the trade ports.

Luan nodded. Hed slowed his mad paddlingor rowing or whatever, he was picky about namesbut he still cut up the channel at an amazing pace. Kissilt wasnt sure he could run as fast as Luan was going, and this was the slowest the Courier had gone all day.

You know, Im grateful about thisspeedy delivery and all, but you dont need to get me to Moxy by tonight to earn a tip.

The Drake hollered at Luan, and the man turned his head slightly. He checked the mirrors; he was rowing backwards, another reason why Kissilt was so nervous. The Drake could have sat across from him if it were a two-person scull, but Luan had a kind of passenger seat that was little more than a hole right behind him.

Right now, the young man glared at Kissilt. His skin stood out with sweat and salt, but he kept going in those full-body sweeps of the oars. Even Zeresian [Oarsmen] would be impressed, Kissilt felt.

Im not planningon wasting time. If you can get your mercenariesIll take you back tonight. Otherwise, Ill pick you upwhen you ask. Ill head to Onous port next.

Kissilt nearly fell out of his seat.

Thats nearly sixty miles north of Moxy! Thats a Dullahan city!

Cameral told me I could pass on a message.

Youre doing all this in how long? A day? Two?

We have no time.

Luan looked back from his task, and Kissilt saw his eyes. They werefocused. And that both answered the [Strategist]s question and shut him up. Kissilt leaned back and checked the belt strapping him in.

Youre the Courier. Alright, up Whitewash Channel. Not far; Moxys actually inland. Its too bad; if it were the right tide, water would sweep down the entire channel, through all of Baleros. Youd be able to sit back. Its not Igawizs Jet, but its something. Ahhere, see? Whitewash.

Luan looked up, and the oars stopped dipping into the water for a second. His breath caught, and Kissilt saw a look of wonder over the mans face.

Oh my gosh.

As exclamations went, it sucked, but the expression said it all. Kissilt smiled as they passed into a huge, huge channel thousands of feet across flanked by stone and sometimes vast bridges. The walls on each side were sometimes reinforcedbut mostly?

Chalk deposits or something. Hence the color of the water. Erdont drink any. Its seawater and chalk, but it looks nice, doesnt it?

When the waters picked up, it was more turbid than white, brown and dirty, but right now the pale blue-green waters of the coastlinepretty in their own way, especially if you ran into one of those lovely beacheshad turned pale white. Like another world.

Thisthis is a channel? How long does it go?

Eh, across all of Baleros, I think. Not a straight line; they worked on it over thousands of years. This is just the first carving.

Luan turned to Kissilt. He nearly said something, then muttered.

The Panama Canal

The what?

The Courier shook his head. He seemed familiar with the grand waterway, though.

This must let trade cross through the continent. But this wits not roundthat is, why do you need a channel through Baleros?

Kissilt raised his brows. For such an athletic manhe wasnt too bright.

Toget to the other side? Seriously, its one of the easiest ways to get from east to west, and Baleros is huge. You do realize that Baleros is the only continent that has such easy travel? You cant even get from First Landing to Zeres without months of travel. And then you have to get through the High Passesor you sail around the entire damn continent. Mind you, I hear theres some kind of weird door around Liscorthats a city right in the middle. But this? This was foresight.

Luan looked across the vast canal, which did indeed have vast ships slowly moving up against the current like they were, or more speedily coming down the canal. Whitewash Channel was at the mercy of the tides such that the water would reverse directions over the course of the day, and as Kissilt mentioned, sometimes accelerate a ship to amazing speed.

Who dug this out? It must have taken lifetimes, and so much effort

Kissilt laughed.

Dug it out? What, you think some kind of[Shoveller], [Digger] did this? It was mostly magic. Legend has it someone cast a Tier 8 spell and blew a line straight through Baleros. Ohby the way, keep to the far left. Theres rules of sea traffic, and I dont really want to see if those [Captains] can stop their boats.

Luan nodded and began rowing again. His scull skipped up the inlet so fast that Kissilt nearly grabbed him again, but relaxedmostly because they were being watched.

Hey, its Luan the Courier! I saw you on the scrying orb!

Someone recognized Luan from one of the huge bridges over the channel. Luan and Kissilt looked up, but the excited person was long gone. However, some boats also going upriver noticed the fast craft and its two passengers.

Ahoy! Is that a Courier? Want a drink? Bound for Moxy?

A friendly Drowned Woman was shouting from what looked like a simple schooner, two sails blowing her upriver. She invited them aboard as Luan caught up and passed. He was concentrating and so let Kissilt answer.

On delivery! Cant stop! Kissilt of Manus! [Strategist]! And Luan!

Hey, someone burn you or something? At least stop for a minute!

The seafaring craft was at odds with a Lizardman on a trading barge, who was jovially moving upriver as cursing rowers did all the real work. Luan didnt slow, and Kissilt waved a claw.

On delivery! Sorry

Hey! Are you trying to get killed?

Luan sped up, slashing across a startled Dullahans prow. She almost turned her boat into the walls of the channel, but he was moving so fast there was no fear of him getting hurt.

Kissilt began to regret telling Luan to take the far side of the lane where smaller vessels were. He was so fast he surprised the owners of each vessel as he zig-zagged around them. It was like one of those old storiesa Waisrabbit zooming around Bastion Turtles as they meandered upriver.

However, it certainly put them at the center of attention, and that didnt hurt Luans reputation or Kissilts ego one bit. The Drake got recognized a few times, which made him smile, but the Courier was the one people knew.

Hey! Ive got a delivery for you! Ill pay in gold and in advance!

Im booked for the month! Apologies!

Luan shot that one back, and a disappointed Human shrugged. Another laughed as she climbed to the head of her vessel.

At least let us buy you a drink in Moxy!

Well see!

The mood was so jovial and this channel so fun that Kissilt could forget that Paeth and the jungle were burning. You couldnt even see the smoke, they were so far. Yet Luans face was set.

What Kissilt didnt know, of course, was that Luan wasnt about to forget Paeth. Not only did he know the city, having been there beforebut Noa was stowed away in her hiding spot. Shed only gotten to peek now and then with the stupid Drake about, but Resk had given her a Seeing Stone to anchor so she could see the famous channel and wonder. She was Luans bodyguard and companion on his trip.

No, really. It wasnt a joke. Luan had given Daly his enchanted crossbow because the United Nations company was on Paeths side. Hed taken Noa because she was armed well enough to make any would-be [Bandits] who caught him have a really bad time, if they could even manage it.

Did this matter? Luans arms ached from rowing for the last six hours, nevermind his Skills. An [Expert Rower] and [Athlete] on top of his status as one of the fastest scullers in the world meant he was sparing on stamina potions, but he knew this was no sprint or race.

This was a marathon. Paeth was going to be found, but he had daysat least a day or two. Maybe more. The city would not necessarily fall overnight.

In that time, he had to find everyone he could. He had told the others he was going to do deliveries, and theyd agreed that was his forte, but would it help?

If I have to, I will row a hundred [Soldiers] back here myself. Ken, get in contact with other cities. Named-Adventurers if we can somehow hire them, but anyone, anyone Cotms [Strategists] can find in a hundred milesIll row them here.

Madness. A Courierno, an Olympians boast. Noa herself had been amazed when he made it, but he really wasarrogant? Confident? Or maybe his ego just matched his accomplishments. Luan would circle Baleros, if he had to, to find one more person to fight.

Howevershe saw his expression of concentration as he accelerated again in a clear patch. Kissilt swore and held onto the scull, rocking it slightly with nerves. Luan was the best sculler in the world, but he looked pained.

Because that was all he could do.

They were almost at Moxy when the Courier had to slow for the first and only time in seven hours. And it wasnt because he wanted toit was just that the sheer congestion of ships waiting to enter the port city made it clear something was going on.

PlusLuan slowed between two smaller vessels, took a peek out, and realized that one did not simply shoot out in front of warships.

They were exiting Moxy with the tide running from the water locks as the port city towered above them. It was actually very high up, and youd rise through a water lock up to the city properto protect it from monsoons and tidal waves.

Theyd stopped traffic, though, because of how many ships were coming up. It wasnt a traffic jam, just an inconvenience, but Luan heard only grumblingmainly because it was a fleet of ships armed for war.

Armed and armored. Luan eyed the enchanted runes on the ships. One had metalscales, like it was armored in scale-mail, each one with glowing sigils of magic. He couldnt guess how expensive it was, but Kissilt leaned over and whistled.

Ancestors! That thing could duel one of Zeres biggest warships! Whats going on here? Whys a Drathian Border Fleet stopped at Moxy?

Some of the captains on the ships heard him and looked down. They recognized the Drake and Luan, and after introductions, one leaned over. She was a Garuda with a huge hatironically, one that looked like it was accented with reptile skin, rather than with a feather.

You bound for Moxy too? Itll be only twenty minutes or so. They should have been gone already, but their lead ship is anchored. Some kind of problem? Bastards wont even tell us whats going on. No one knows. Its a Drathian Border Fleet, alright. The Iron Vanguard was keeping pace with them all the way up the coast, but they stopped at Moxy for provisionand to hire [Mercenaries].

[Mercenaries]? In a Border Fleet?

Luan looked from the [Captain] to Kissilt. He raised a hand.

Whats a Border Fleet?

Both Kissilt and the [Captain] had the knowing look of seafolk willing to tell the landlubbers what was what.

Its only one of Draths peacekeeping fleets. I say peacekeepingonly because they have actual armadas theyll send out too. But this one will trade, fightBorder Fleet, get it? Theyll go from the edges of The Last Tide to Baleros or even the House of Minos, Chandrar, Terandria, and rarely, Izril.

Drath was farthest from Izril, being closest to Rhir and Baleros. The Drathian Archipelago was one Luan had heard aboutbut never seen. And by the looks of ithe peered out and narrowed his eyes.

He recognized those ships. Oh, not any of the particulars. Not the magic plating, or the beautiful vessels, some hulls fashioned of dark wood with bright red railings, painted without a single sign of flaking, but he recognized the design.

Most ships like the schooner hed passed were western designs. But the ribbed sails on these vessels? That reminded him of sailing vessels from China, or, where hed once visited, Hong Kong. Not that these were junksa kind of vesselno indeed.

These were warships from a fantasy version, a powerful nation, and Luan saw a snarlingbut distinctly non-Westerntiger staring at him from one of the prows.

Althoughit would be wrong to say it was one country Drath was based on. Ken had thought it was Japanespecially because some Dullahans had known Japanese. HoweverLuan heard voices from the Border Fleet, and as they carried over the conversations around him, he realized they werent all Japanese.

Luan was a self-described weeaboo, a word that made Aiko wince every time he used it on himself. He was a fan of Japanese culturespecifically manga, anime, what was analogous to comics and so on for Americans, he supposed.

He knew a little bit of Japanese, often from television, so usually very stylized. However, you got an ear for it, and he knew the alphabet. So Luan knew what he was hearing wasnot all Japanese. There were just some things that didnt occur in the Japanese language. The L and V sounds were not in the alphabet, so native Japanese speakers sometimes had problems saying V sounds in English.

The more you knew. Luan, as someone from South Africa, whod traveled because of his profession, had picked up a smattering. He couldnt see the [Sailors] wellbut he definitely thought they were speaking some other language as well as what might be Japanese now and then.

Interesting? Most definitely. This encounter began to take up more significance in Luans headespecially because he saw this Border Fleet was enough to make even a Great Company sweat.

The Whitewash Channel was large enough to let even The Pride of the Wellfar sail down it; one of the warships was so vast Luan saw hundreds of [Soldiers] marching down the decks or standing at the railings. A woman in robes was stalking ahead with slips of paper floating in front of her. She was speaking to someone with a bushytail?

Whos that? Thats not a Gnoll. Nor a Beastkin.

Kissilt frowned at the person Luan was pointing at.

Must be a peculiarity of Drath. Thatsone of their biggest warships. Are they answering some kind of insult? They could sack Moxy with how many ships they sent! Im amazed the city let them in.

The Garuda [Captain] nodded.

Apparently theyre heading north. But like I saidthat big warship? It was heading up, no problem, and stopped dead for the last twenty minutes.

Indeed, the rest of the Border Fleet was edging around itor stopping to confer. There was definitely agitation on board, but the soldiers and high deck were screening what was going on from view. Perhaps that was why they were there.

Luan eyed lamellar armor and the distinctly dangerous striped bows. Drath used different fighting styles than Balerosto judge by the odd weapons which were more common.

He spotted katanas, glaivesbut most noticeably, a number of staff users and barehanded experts. What was the most notable though?

Theyoung men and women were sitting or standing with giant, outrageously large weapons made of what looked like crystal. Or glass.

A master smith like Pelt could have identified them as Dragonblood crystal or similar weapons. They were magical and sometimes longer than the wielder.

Luan Khumalo had mixed feelings as he stared at a distinctlyfoxy leader conferring with a Drathian magic user. He didnt want to put words on it, but the weapons of the strange fighters standing apart from the regular warriors? The amazing vessels, the magic that even Noa was slightly impressed by?

This is the most anime thing I have ever seen in my entire life. Or possibly xianxia. And I cant even investigate.

Or could he? The rest of the captains at sea were friendly, and some had even invited Luan to dock his scull and just socialize the rest of the way over. True, it was a Border Fleet, but Kissilt made it sound like half trading fleet, half security force. They even fished! Not all the ships were purely for war; some had clear cargo bays, and they were peaceful enough for Moxy to let them in.

And they were a big damn fleet. Luan hadabout six gold coins plus whatever Kissilt was going to pay him, because theyd spent it all on Paeths supplies.

Damn.

But he did have Noa and Fraerling magic. Even Drath might be interested? Besideshe was a Courier.

So Luan began to row forwards, and Kissilt squeaked.

What are you doing?

Im going to see if I can get a word. Or do you not see a giant mercenary fleet in front of us?

The Drake opened and closed his mouth a few times.

Yes, buttheyre Drath! Do you know how distant they are? They dont let people visityou think the House of Minos has closed ports? Watch it. Even if youre a Courier and Im a [Strategist]hey, theyre unpredictable! Hey! Hey!

The shouting, as well as Luans scull, attracted attention. Everyone behind Luan ducked as down the entire warships side, bows went up. Someone shouted something distinctly cautious in a foreign language, and Luan saw a slat on the side of the warship open.

He and Kissilt stared up into the glowing barrel of a very magical device. Luan almost smiled. Almost.

Yep. They definitely have different weapons.

It looked so much like something modeled after a cannon he was almost relieved to see something that fit his sense of danger. Then againhe respected pointy arrows too.

Kissilt certainly froze and raised his hands.

Im a representative of Manus! A [Strategist]! Were not here toback the boat up, Luan. Back it up now.

You. Leave.

Someone shouted down at Luan in clearly-accented English. Kissilt waved his claws as a sentry or someone heard a shout.

Hes a Courier! Dont shoot! Hey! You hear us?

The [Captains] were calling out worriedly. Someone, a man in armor with a glaive who was commanding this side of the vessel, grimaced. He lifted a hand.

Peaceful voyages on the Whitewash Channel! This Drathian Fleet brooks no trespass by will of the Emperor of Drath! Begone!

He said that, and it was a pretty good warning and eloquent statement. And yetLuans instincts buzzed because he was fairly certain this [Sentry Commander] or whatever his class was

Had no idea what he was saying.

Or rather, he had a look that Kissilt and the others werent used to, and that was of someone who didnt get all the words hed been told to speak. In shortsomeone who spoke another language.

It was nearly impossible for Luan or any of the non-English speaking Earthers to find someone who had a different language. Frustratingconfusingand nonsensical because Earth had such a variety. Yet Drath was the only place that actually made sense to Luan; of course it had another language and there was a language barrier.

But all the Balerosians and seafarers, including Kissilt, just kept shouting as if the Drathian man were an idiot. Because all of them spoke one language.

Luan, on the other hand? He waved at the man who was scowling down.

Leave. Lea-ve. No trading!

The [Soldier] was a military officer who could probably fight [Pirates] to the death, but he had the slight desperation of someone who was using all of his limited vocabulary to try and get a point across to some foreign idiots.

Luan knew how he felt. Because hed visited Hong Kong, loved Japanese culture, and so on, he raised a hand.

Excuse memay we speak to a translator? Good morning to you! Ohayo gozaimasu! Ni hao? Erannyeonghaseyo!

He tried three kinds of greetings, each in a different language, Japanese, Mandarin, and Korean. Ironically, Luan was pretty sure he messed up the Japanese greeting the most because he just said good morning rather than hello.

However, the reaction it provoked among the soldiers and the officer was dramatic. Almost all of them did a double-take, and a short murmur broke out.

Dead gods, this idiot isnt so stupid! He actually knows theres things like other languages!

That was what the officers face said. He hesitatedthen rattled off a reply in what sounded likeKorean? It was clearly not a response in Japanese. He saw Luans blank look.

You speak

Then he tried again, and Luan lost him. Desperately, Luan raised his hands.

I dont speakdo not speaknihongo ga chotto hanasemasu? I. Speak. Little bitof that! Talk?

There was a reason why Luan was a fan of Japan. Indeedhis pronunciation and fluency were on a level that would make Aiko cry. If Aiko were here

Even so, he had willingness, and the words made enough sense to the officer. Even Luans reduced English and his hand-gestures helped.

Kissilt didnt get it.

Why are you speaking to him like an imbecile?

The Drake hissed. Luan rolled his eyes. He was reducing the language and hoping the officer got the words without the annoyance of complete sentences. There was a way to talk to people if you had a language barrier.

The officers eyes widened. Buthe looked at the others.

Nihongo?

He said something else, but Luan caught that. The other soldiers turned to each other.

Something something nihongo? Something nihongo

Then they got really excited and began waving over more people. Luans heart sank, and he thought he was in trouble. Because he knew enough to understand one thing.

Nihongo, , was one of the most basic words youd ever learn. It was nihon for Japan, plus go, for language, meaningwell, Japanese, the language.

And it was very clear that the officer had gotten that Luan spoke it. But he was very interested in the word Japanese. Because thatthat was not what Drathians called their own language.

Someone wearing robes strode down the deck. Luans skipping heart, the confused Kissilt, and Noa finally got some clarity. All at once, asemi-translucent bubble appeared from a glowing hand and some object the woman was holding.

A stone with writing? Thenas the bubble passed over Kissilt, who nearly went off the boat trying to avoid it, and Luan, his ears popped, and the babble of words from the soldiers and officers suddenly became English.

saying Japanese to us. He appears to be a Courier, and that Drake invoked the Walled City of Manus. His Excellency should not be bothered at this crucial moment, but

The officer broke off as the [Mage] whod cast the [Translation Field] called down. Luan heard her actual words, in another language, before the louder English overrode them in her voice.

You there, Human! What do youwant?

He stood up on his scull slightly.

I am Luan Khumalo, a Courier! I beg your forgivenessI was trying to communicate, but I dont know much ofDrathian!

Intriguing. Someone knows any?

She flicked her gaze up and down him. Now that Luan saw her, he saw the [Mage] had pale white robes with an odd pattern of cut cloth. Red on the sleevesand he thought this was the same person with a tail. A bushy oneonly she looked almost completely Human.

Except for maybe the eyes and the way she called him Human. She moved with a strange grace, and now that Luan saw more people coming to the railings, he saw a definite change in their appearance.

They might be Humansmostlybut some of them had flawless skin or looked too handsome or beautiful. Others didnt sweat despite wearing heavy armor under the sun. Kissilt took one look at someone and muttered.

Oh, right. Drathians and their tonics and pills. Damn [Cultivators].

The woman heard that and narrowed her eyes, but spoke to Luan.

What do you want, Courier? We respect your kind, but Drath is not expecting any deliveries, and our Border Fleet is on a mission of urgency.

Iwas hoping to hire your vessel, if I could. Or some force? Or just speak

Some laughter started and went silent as the woman gave Luan a highly amused look. She turned, covered her mouth to whisper something, and called back.

I do not believehis Walled City could hire this vessel, Courier. Nor are our blades for sale.

She nodded at Kissilt, and he opened his mouth, nearly falling out of the boat as Luan rocked it deliberately. However, the strange woman hesitated. She eyed Luans scull.

Then again, you have very powerful artifacts, Courier. Andother surprises.

She stared for a second, and Luan felt a chill. She was glancing straight at Noa. But she made it look like she was staring at the tattoo on Luans arm. Kissilt instantly went to look, and Luan gently pushed him into the water.

Amid the spluttering, Luan looked up. The amused Drathian was smiling, but there was a tenseness in her features.

Can I hire any of you? Or can I at least ask why youve stopped? Is somethingwrong?

Something was clearly wrong. The woman glanced over her shoulder, and Luan saw the group of strange weapon-holders stirring.

Young men and women. Carrying giant swords, axes, and weapons larger than they were. They were apart from the soldiers and perhapssuperior?

Or just apart. They were all rising to their feet as someone staggered across the deck. The woman turned.

You cannot come aboard. We are bound away from Baleros. Now. Something iswhat is he doing? Stop him! Stop

She turned, and suddenly every [Soldier] was turning to something on-deck. The translation spell cut off, and Luan saw a giant, furry tail explode into view as the woman turned, suddenlyabruptlyworried.

Kissilt, swearing and climbing back on board the scull, nearly went into the water again as he saw that. However, all the soldiers were pointing nowand might have run forwards but for the discipline of their officers.

The [Mage] certainly ran, and Luan paddled back to see. What was going on?

Something was happening on the decks, and the [Captains] on the ships had a better view. One called down to Luan.

What did you say to them? One of their crazies isgoing more crazy! See?

He was pointing to the people with giant weapons. They were all surrounding someone on deck. One of their own? The [Admiral] or whoever was in charge of the entire Border Fleet was surrounding them with an entourage the [Mage] joinedthe high command of the Border Fleet.

Luan saw it all without needing explanations, which was just as well, because the babble of voices was incomprehensible even without a language barrier. They were shouting in alarm.

Who are they?

The Garuda [Captain] was flapping up for a view. She pointed at the Border Fleet and the strange weapon-holders, who, Luan noticed, were present on all the Drathian ships, including the main one. They were all staring. And allknown.

Those? Ive never seen so many. Theyre the Drathians insane hunters. You know, like the Hunters Guild of Terandria? They dont have adventurers like we dobut that lot goes with Border Fleets. Somethingbad might be coming from the west. We should check in port. Though if theyre going its safe, eh?

She laughed nervously, and Kissilt himself was alarmed. Luan felt the hair on his arms rising. All of the strange people wore very expensive looking armor, and they had been looking unfocused, not paying attention to Luan or the other vessels.

Nowthey were alarmed.

Exactly what are they?

Kissilt was the one who answered. The Garuda had seen the figure everyone was surrounding, and she was circling higher for a better view. It was one of the older onesbut they didnt tend to get that old. Mainly because of their occupation and class.

Those, Luan, are the kind of Drathians no one stops on their business. Not even Rhir. If theyre aboutsomething bad is coming. You know Border Fleets patrol the waters around The Last Tide? Those are the ones who killwhatever comes back from the edge of the world.

A chill ran all the water down Luans body. Kissilt eyed them.

Ive heard a few classes for them. [Doomkillers]. [Edgeworld Hunters]. [Abyssal Slayers]. Drathian suicide corps. See those weapons? You dont hunt normal-sized foes with them.

The only reason you needed a ten-foot-long bladewas if something a lot bigger needed cutting. Luan Khumalo saw the strange guard of the Drath and recognized the look.

Veterans like Gold-rank adventurers who had seen something that needed killing. Scary fighters who didnt kill you because there was no point. Unshakable horror-killers who lurked around the edge of the world with the strangest civilization of the Drath Archipelago.

All that was a fine encounter. A memorable little stop on Luans journey to help Paeth on the Coast. Except for one thing.

Whats that one doing, then? The old one? Looks like their leader?

All the watchers had gone silent. Uncertainty filled the airand a kind of terrible trepidation. Someone made a soundKissilts eyes went round, and LuanLuan didnt know what he was seeing at first.

His eyes werent good enough. It was the Garuda Captain who answered, her voice hoarse. She stared at the oldest [Abyssal Slayer] as the Drathian warship broke into the loudest shouting yet, and then terrible, terrible silence.

Hesclawing out his eyes.

No one said a word. The entire warship was deathly stillthen their [Admiral] turned. He stared across at the watchersand gave an order.

A bloody-faced person was surrounded by his people, who hauled him below-decks. The warship began to move up the channel westwards, so fast that it surprised everyone. Luan rowed forwards and looked up at the decks.

They were shouting something, a few of the people on the railings, as the Border Fleet sped off. He kept pace with them as the [Mage] strode down the deck. There was blood on her white robes.

Courier! We must go to investigatecannot answer you! What didJapanese? What do you?

The [Translation] spell was failing, and the wake the warship was leaving was threatening to capsize the scull. The woman gave up and just began shouting in her native tongue. Kissilt shook his head.

I need to file a report. Thatsthats really concerning.

Even his bravado was gone. Luan just cupped his hands to his ears. Kissilt looked at him.

I dont suppose you know what shes saying?

Luandid not. He wished Ken and Aiko were here, because the woman was clearly speaking in their native tongue. Shelike Luanknew how to speak to non-native speakers, so she was shouting only a few words.

He recognized one because it was so easy.

Shes sayingabunai. Abunai.

Whats that mean?

Luan looked at Kissilt, then began rowing towards Moxy without another word. They wouldnt find aid from Drath. He answered Kissilt as he wondered what it meant. What wascoming.

It meansdanger. Watch out.

After so long of waiting, after so muchwhen Jungle Tails struck, they came fast. Perorn Fleethoof walked into Folianas quarters and found the Squirrel Woman sitting on her tree-home, nibbling on

An acorn.

It was the strangest meal Perorn had ever seen Foliana eat. The Squirrel Woman was nibbling on the giant acorn, her teeth wearing down the tough, tough exterior, then shed slap the acorn on the branch to exploit the cracks and get at the insides. She ate three nuts and then turned to Perorn.

Mm. I feel stupid.

Why are you eating acorns? Didnt you hear? Jungle Tails

Is attacking. Yes. Mm. I was checking.

Checking what? Do some of Jungle Tails eat giant acorns as a favorite food?

Foliana could, of course, use the favorite foods of her enemies against them, literally seeing through their eyes. Howevershe just shook her head.

Nope. Just checking to see if I could live in the wild. Cant. Acorns are stupid. I dont see why anyone would bother with the effort.

An army was coming down the road, and somehowPerorn exhaled.

Im preparing to lead our mobile units on harassing missions. Im afraid we might not get to Paeth or other FraerlingsIve sent our forces, but we are going to be encircled. Theyll have to march through the wild to get therebut this is it. I hope youre ready?

Foliana hopped down and stood next to Perorn. She was shorter than the Centauress; few could ever be as tall as a Centaur, but she patted Perorn on the back as if she were a horse.

Yes, I am. Its time. Niers is gone, so they come for us. Its time. Get me a scrying orb.

To see something?

Foliana looked at Perorn, and the [Rogue]s gaze was clear as she sighed. Foliana adjusted her belt, and Perorn saw shed put on some armor.

Three-Color Stalkers armor. Foliana shook her head.

Nope. So I can givea speech. Then its time for war.

Folianas war. Perorn wasnt sure what proved this was a crisis more. The armor of Three-Color Stalker, a dusty, black hide of a monster that Foliana refused to name, that had lived in the Labyrinth of Souls, the last great dungeon that she and Niers had conquered with their famous team, which let her fade against the world like a shadow and protected all but her head

Or the speech.

The sight of Three-Color Stalker on the scrying orbs was surprising to everyone. Especially her companys commanders and officers.

She didnt give speeches.

Foliana infamously gave one speech ever, and that was during the fundraiser. Niers Astoragon sometimes addressed the entire company or spread recordings around, but this?

This meant it was bad. Jungle Tails had reappeared, and this speech was being circulated on news channelsbut it went through the Forgotten Wing Company first.

A speech. They all had their orders, but all the officers felt this might bea bad move. Foliana was no speaker, and the average soldier, when told by the supreme leader of their company that all was well and do not panictended to do the opposite.

Although it was classic Foliana. The image of her reflected her giant eye, blinking at them at first, then she drew back and peered as curiously at them as her audience saw her. She blinked a few times, and someone murmured.

Commander, youre live.

Oh. I am? Do I begin now? Mm. Okay.

A bit of whispering in the background. Foliana faced the camera, and Three-Color Stalker began to speak in a level, carrying voice. She looked past the viewers, into the middle distance, and her voice was composed and solemn.

Mm. Two decades ago, the King of Destruction launched an invasion from Chandrar. He sent his armies sailing to each continent in the world, conquering, claiming lands and overthrowing kingdoms. He sought to conquer the world.

Everyone heard the familiarvery familiar words. Jaws dropped. Behind the Squirrel Woman, a Centauress covered her face.

His Seven were legendary. Each one could defeat an army, and his great [Strategist], the Gambler of Fates, Queravia, he sent to Baleros. Here. He sent his other vassals across the seas, to Izril, establishing footholds, battling his foes. But the world was turned against him, and the seas themselves sought to stopwait a second. This is the wrong speech.

Perorn had kicked Foliana, and the [Rogue] blinked. She tapped the side of her head as the Centauress hissed at her and then turned. She stared at her audience and muttered.

[Memorize Speech]. I forgot to memorize the new one.

She, Three-Color Stalker, had memorized one speech for over eight years straight? And forgotten a new one? It spoke to Foliana that people were not certain if this was her beingFoliana or a serious mistake.

The [Rogue] stared blankly at the camera and stopped someone from turning it off. She hopped forwards and stood there, staring into the camera.

Okay. New speech. I am Foliana. CommSupreme Muffin Commander of the Forgotten Wing Company. The Titans boss. He reports to me. You dont know me. I dont like speeches. I dont like having to lead.

She looked straight into the camera, unblinking now, and her voice was conversational, placidshe seldom sounded angry or upset, and she didnt now.

Were under attack. Mm. By Jungle Tails. You know it, I know it. Little rats know it. They laid a trap. Niers is on Izril. So its just us. And Im not a [Strategist]. Theyre coming to the capital with a big army. Really big.

As motivational speeches wentthis was shaping up to be one for the history books. However, Foliana wasnt done. She looked ahead, up and past the camera, and then nodded a few times.

I wanted to talk to you because you need to understand. Understand this: you have orders. Go follow them. I dont know what they are. I dont know who you are or where you are, but Perorn probably does. If youre in my company, listen to me: Jungle Tails is a stupid name.

Not one sound. She just said it, deadpan, and narrowed her eyes slightly. That brilliant, three-color gaze looked right into the camera, the only beautiful, unique thing on her plain face, grey fur, and nondescript armor.

Three-Color Stalker.

They have a stupid-sounding name. Yes, they played us. Yes, they have an army. But they are not a Great Company. We beat them like a cluster of bananas being kicked around by Hydras. Now theyre back, and you know what? Mm. Theyre not impressive.

She turned her head and took a sip of water from a cup someone offered her off-screen. Foliana went on conversationally.

They hid and waited for our highest-level [Strategist] to leave. Why? Because they cant match him. Jungle Tails hid and had to scheme because they dont have high-level people. Not like me. Not like Niers. Right now, theyre trying to win footholds. Other Great Companies are standing by, and lesser companies like everyone else are backing away and watching what they do because theyre inferior. Mm, but you know what? Their plan only works if they get enough land.

She shook her head slightly.

If they prove theyre now the next Great Company, everyone believes them. But guess what? They dont have that. They want to kill me, take Elvallian, and make everyone believe theyre back. But they wont. And when Niers returns, when the dust settles or somethingthey will have nothing if we hold onto what we earned. So. Thats my order.

She stood back and stared into the camera for a good ten seconds. Then someone prompted her, and Foliana spoke.

Hold the line. From the largest to the smallest member of the Forgotten Wing Companyevery person whos pledged to us. Give them not one inch of my ground. Not one mine. Not one city or village or latrine. Hold the line. Follow orders, but dont rush to Elvallian. Theyre coming here, and well stop them or abandon the city. It doesnt matter. Stop them where you are. We are the Great Company of Baleros, the Forgotten Wing Company. Not Jungle Tails.

Foliana stood there another moment, looking straight into her audiences eyes. Then she nodded and turned.

The image winked out before she finished turning. And thatthat was a fairly decent speech. Even the Titan, watching his oldest comrade from afar, could admit that.

For Foliana, at least.

The Forgotten Wing Company took up arms. It was more than one academy, obviously. More than Perorn Fleethoof or Three-Color Stalker. They were the ones in the capital, bracing for the siege.

Yet to the rest of their lands across Baleros, Perorn had sent every force that they could muster. Some met Jungle Tails in the field. Others faced the Iron Vanguard or Maelstroms Howling, daring the Great Companies to take advantage of the moment and make war.

General Diomedes has abandoned the border with the Eyes of Baleros and is taking to the front! Make way!

One of the Forgotten Wings most rarely-seen Generals was stationed on their border with the vast, deep heart of Baleros where the Eyes of Baleros, the Gazer-led company, existed. Thanks to his presence, the Gazers respected the border.

The Jungle Tails army had a high complement of Nagas of the Medusa and Gorgon persuasionperhaps because they too existed near the Eyes of Baleros and picked up on the eye-based attacks.

Medusae, slithering forwards with their gazes of stone, Gorgons likewise. They could paralyze foes by themselves. With Skills and en-masse? They could almost turn entire detachments of soldiers to stone with their eyes alone, like the legends!

Well, at least lock them down and petrify the epidermis. Their confidence lasted as they marched towards the smaller garrison of the Forgotten Wing company occupying a city along the jungle, right until they saw the half-Elves with bows, sturdy wallsbut mostly Diomedes himself.

Medusa and Gorgons slowly lookedupas a figure parted the tops of the tree canopies, pushing aside branches. Birds flew screaming into the sky as a calm figure strode out of the wild heart of Baleros.

Of coursehe had armor. Niers Astoragon had hired thirty-two [Smiths] to work on it. Armor for the General. He bore a single weapon; a greataxe, the edge so long it could cleave a Gorgon apart lengthwise and have room for more.

What scared the Nagas was the stare. A single eye set in a face. Nothe eye was most of the face. One vast eye as the Cyclops waited. The General stoppedand leaned on his weapon. For the first times in their lives, the Gorgons and Medusae found themselves locked in a staring contest they had no confidence in.

Diomedes had outstared Gazers. One vast pupil on his face contracted to a point as the pure, sandstone iris glowed faintly. He waited.

A line in the sand.

As Luan rowed for Moxy, Kenjiro Murata sought an audience first with the Medusa Yuise, then the leader of the Sandskim Company. Daly and Paige met Quallet Marshhand.

That was the first day. The burgeoning blazes being fed by the Featherfolk Brigade suddenly came under threat as a squall blew in from the coast. Heavy rains.

In response, Fezimet hired his own [Mages] and forced his Lamias to counter the weather spells. It was difficult; the spells were practically impossible to cut, or so his [Mages] claimed. But by sheer, overwhelming magical potential they forced the rains to abate.

Luan dropped Kissilt off at Moxy. The city was buzzing with talk about the Drathian fleet, not least because they had hired [Mercenaries]everyone they could. Drath didnt need [Mercenaries].

There were enough, Kissilt assured Luan, good Drakes and so on to justify their visit. Luan rowed on, heading north. Noas lodestone bracelet reported Sentry Leader Ekrn and Guidance Heish would not be coming back to Paeth.

Every bird, creature, and possible Fraerling conveyance was being shot down by members of Jungle Tails.

The next day dawned with smoke in the air of Talenqual. The protests were getting violent. Lizardfolk almost never clashed with Nagas, their leaders, but Fezimet had begun chopping down treesso he could pile them on the blaze.

Amidst it all, his soldiers were casually watching the United Nations company headquarters. They didnt see much. Daly and Paige mostly met with Quallet Marshhand, who was essentially loitering outside of Talenqual by a good margin. He had accepted an offer for an as-yet unknown attack contract.

Not to participate, but to consider it. He was consideringa lot of things.

So were the other company leaders that Ken met. He was thirty-eight miles north by now, and a Centaur [Tribal Chieftain], a fan of the old ways, had a Centaur city. A flat, sprawling compound that was semi-nomadic.

She was not happy about the fires either. However

What exactly are you asking, ah, Diplomat Ken? For us to halt the flames with words? It seems to meyou are asking us to press this fool, Fezimet. It is my experience that words only work if something else is guaranteed when they fail. And my company is not as large as his. Nor do we wish to make an enemy of Jungle Tails, you see? Even the [Druids] are using only words.

Kenjiro bowed again, but he kept his voice strident, chin up. Centaurs didnt respect a lack of authority. And Ken

I must insist someone tries. My company refuses to let the worst happen.

The worst. Burning down a forest is a terrible thing. My people did it, and it changed the north forever.

The Centauress mused. She glanced at Kens face.

Still, youre no [Druid]. You were bold enough to come here, invoking the name of The Last Light. Yes, yes. Shes in your company. For a forest? My company will cut ties with the Featherfolk Brigade. There may be some unpleasantness afterwards or even duringbut why must we act now? Youd have to be more specific than that, [Diplomat].

Her eyes were very sharp as they focused on Ken, but his face gave nothing but polite regrets away. She let him go with sympathies, and he headed onwards. But as he wrote back to Dalyhe was experiencing problems rallying support.

By the second day, the Iron Vanguard withdrew from one of their fronts with the Forgotten Wing company. The Dullahans had wanted one of the most valuable mineswhich produced mithril, the very same mines that had supplied most of Tulms armor. Their siege only lasted one day.

Cease fire.

Xol of Ingrilt himself walked the battlefield. The War Walker, often the champion of Tulm himself, had been sent to take this mine. The Iron Vanguard only wanted one spotand they were hardly inclined to join Jungle Tails assault. However, the Seer of Steel and Tulm had decided that if any one place were worth taking

It was a mithril mine. However, it was not to be. Perorn Fleethoof had sent someone to halt the Dullahans takeoverand by the looks of it, stop the Jungle Tails advance in the entire region.

And in doing so, she lost one of their most valuable leaders in the capital.

Risky. Xol understood exactly how dangerous it was. Howeverit worked.

Dullahan siege weapons were designed in two varieties: against armored and unarmored foes. They had created modified catapults that hurled what was essentially grapeshot, small rocks and even nets to fight Centaurs. Nets, incidentally, were not kinder when they hit a four-legged person and tangled them, sometimes breaking all four legs.

And they had also incorporated huge, crushing rocks to fight fellow Dullahans. Xol saw one last Wingbreaker Catapult fire. A huge sledgehammer of rock rose into the air, found its target as it slowly rotated downwards, downwards

It looked like a piece of stone about as large as a Lizardfolk hut curving through the air via a Skill. Wall-smashing weapons. It fell, and Xol saw a strange, vermillion light filling the air.

Then the quarried stone shattered in midair. Even the pieces seemed to fly away, harmlessly leaving a small dust-cloudand a radius of debris, broken arrows, scorched earth, and melting ice for about a hundred feet.

A single Selphid stood in the Iron Vanguards path. A Centaur, in factand it was rare a Selphid had enough control to move a larger body like that by themselves.

But this one?

Gloriam the Invincible. Cease fire. Their aura will take anything you can loose.

Shamefaced Dullahans in charge of their siege weapons stepped back. Xol lifted his shield as he saw the Selphid looking his way. He struck it once and raised his blade up. A salute.

Behind the Selphid, the keeps walls stood, not a scratch on them. So long as they were thereno one was going to scratch them. Same for the army.

Gloriam the Selphid, one of the most famous Selphids in existence. Gloriam wasnt their original name, of course. Theyd changed it to sound better.

Indeed, there was a lot that even the Iron Vanguard and Tulm didnt know about one of the Forgotten Wings champions. If Xol could have shrunk down to a microcosm and squeezed into the dead Centaurs body, he might have seen and heard something shocking.

For instancethe fact that there were two Selphids in the Centaurs body. But Gloriam could move a Centaur by themself! They were famously large for a Selphidnot that most non-Selphids had any reference or could tell.

Or had been. The interior conversation between Gloriam and the second Selphid was private. They could communicate, of course, but they didnttouch. Gloriams voice was a thought in your mind.

Xol of Ingrilt will face me, if any other. Keep us standing here.

They were reassuring the second, nervous Selphid. He was a helper. And Level 21. What was notable herewas that he was maneuvering a few things. The legs, even arms and torso of Gloriams body were under his control. Even most of the nervous system in the spine, in fact.

Gloriams true body was only around the chest and head. Enough to qualify as them piloting the body, albeit in tandem. Gloriams true form kept well away from their helper.

In fact, there was even a layer of gel at certain points that blocked either Selphid from touching.

Ifif we fight, Gloriam, what do I do?

The younger Selphid was very nervous, but Gloriam reassured him.

Just stick to our practice routines. But dontyoure intruding along the shoulder. Dont touch me.

A tendril withdrew. Gloriam the Invincible watched Tulm, keeping the Centaurs face bland. They did not fear Xolnot any more than any other warrior. If the Iron Vanguard attacked, it would be a battle. Otherwise? Jungle Tails.

The Selphid had no fear of a War Walker or Naga. Spells, stones, arrows, and steel held little danger for the Selphid, even if they ejected themselves from their body and just lay there. Howeverthey were still dying.

Piece by piece. So much so theyd lost over a third of their original mass, and that included memory and thought because Selphids had no central brain.

It was the Wasting, and only the necessity of keeping up appearances had convinced Gloriam to let another Selphid pilot the body. The Minds had once requested Gloriam join themuntil they learned of the Wasting. Now? Gloriam waited.

They say a cure for the Wasting is being developed. But theyve said that for a long, long time.

Until then, the Invincible stood there, daring the Iron Vanguard to attack. Xol of Ingrilt stared at the Selphidthen received orders from Tulm.

Fall back.

The Iron Vanguard withdrew immediately, and Gloriam turned to pivot against Jungle Tails and push back their forces in the region. The Selphid assumed Tulm had done the math and hadnt liked the odds of Xol being injured or just the cost of victory.

However, the same applied for Gloriam; they had no idea what Xol knew and heard. The War Walker checked Tulms missive himself.

Tulm to Xol. Abandon the assault immediately and report to the port city of Vaunth at all speed. You are to board and join me at once.

At sea? The War Walker was on the march as soon as he read that. Something was afoot. More than the two companies fighting? Hed heard one of the Krackenbane Destroyers had been deployed. The Iron Vanguard had two. In the old daysthey had been a match for The Pride of the Wellfar and similar ships.

Low, metal fortresses that could sink beneath the waves. Nothing like a ship at all; more like a tiny, floating island that moved using currents and gravity magic. Yet, as far as Xol knew, they were terrible at catching Couriers, and Niers coming via sea was the only threat he could nameif the Iron Vanguard even wanted to do more than catch him.

Was there something else out there at the moment? The Archmage of Chandrar? He hoped not. Lightning magic scared him.

Luan Khumalo had rowedrowed over a hundred and thirty miles in three days. Not in open sea, either. Along the coast, up riversand he had secured a total of eight.

Eight people. That was to say, eight people directly, physically at Talenqual. He pulled into the harbor, and someone hopped out of the scull.

Your speed, Courier. Impressive. Please. Accept this.

The Dullahan bowed and offered Luan a bag of coins. Luan shook his head. He saw Lizardfolk eying him and nearly growled. Hed have to drag the scull to somewhere safe; theyd steal it in a heartbeat or take it for a joyride.

II appreciate all youre doing. No need for a tip. Cameral has paid it all.

She had heard they had Tallfolk friends. She didnt see any. Sheunderstood.

So many Tallfolk. How had Feiland and Oierdressql fought, at the end? Thousands. Thousands of them could overwhelm even Paeths magic.

Enchanter Ilekrome had asked Poire if the Crelerbane armor sortie was necessary. She had looked him in the eyes and told him

Someone lifted Poire up, and she hacked into a wrist. But they were trying to wrest her axe! She let it go rather than lose an arm in the tug-of-war with a Lizardman.

Ive got one! Ive g

Poire aimed a gauntlet up, and the Lizardmans head imploded. She fell, looking for her axe. She found another weapon lodged in the ground.

Requesting teleportation of weapons to the front.

We hear you, Commander Poire. Status?

One Crelerbane unit fallen. Count of the fallen?

Sixtysixty-eight.

Crelerbane! Each one of you will take down at least a hundred Tallfolk before you expire! Watch out for grabs! Advance! Call in weapon replacements! Paeththe Tallfolk have a leader. Requesting magical support!

What had she said to Ilekrome? Poire ran with a longsword into battle. Ah, yes.

Someone had to die. It might as well be them. At some pointsomeone had to bleed. Maybe the Tallfolk would give up.

She didnt really believe that. But each second she bought herePaeth stood a little longer. Maybe help came, maybe they evacuated more people.

Crelerbane forces had signed up to kill Crelers. They didnt fear Tallfolk.

But there were so many.

A hundred per Crelerbane that fell. That was five thousand. Still not close to the entire Featherfolk Brigades numbers. But it would do. That was the number Poire demanded of her troops.

She even included the magical support they received. One of Fezimets Quexals, who were also his highest-command, was pushing the Lizardfolk forwards from a safe vantage point on a cleared hill of tree stumps. He blinked as she saw a strange flash from the trees. Was th

The laser of light fired once, straight through his forehead. Poire shouted into her gauntlet.

Nice shot, Paeth. Keepkeep taking out targets.

Commander, you are losing forces.

Poire knew that. She could see it. But the Lizardfolk had to cluster up to surround the Fraerlingstargets for spells.

Hold this ground. Casualty report. How many Tallfolk down? How

Someone opened a [Pitfall Trap] under her and the ground snapped closed. Poire survived by digging her way up through the earth.

They were waiting for her when she reemerged. She could have run. Or hid until they gave up. Or retreated. Buthere was where she was making a difference.

The Tallguard had to abandon the field. Poire didnt know how many hours it was. But she was proud

It took the Tallfolk hours to kill them all. They were learning to fear Fraerlings again. [Soldiers] stumbled away, staring at severed hands, screaming as they clutched at severed feet.

Poire wasbleeding. She had internal potions built into her armor. The Alchimagi had calculated how many potions a Fraerling could ingest before it became poison, and then given her a third more.

She was out. Her insides were mush. The creators of Crelerbane Armor had designed it to soften impacts, but once the magic failed, the padding

She had already gone blind in one eye. The Fraerling lay on her back.

Crelerbane, retreat. Paeth? Are you there?

She thought that her communication spells had gone offline, but someone replied.

Commander? We cannot pull you out of your armor. The wards

I have a report. I regretI regret to inform Paeth on the Coast that the Crelerbane forces were unable to effect our kill-to-death ratio.

What? Dont

Someone shut up the speaker on the other end. Poire felt someone picking her up, trying to tear off her helmet. She stared at a snarling Gorgon and grinned bloodily.

Wehave only achieved forty-six kills per unit deployed. I dont think Im making it back. Good luck.

Thank you, Commander.

Someone was choking up on the other end. The last Fraerling on the field saw daylight as the Gorgon twisted her helmet off.

Any last words, Fraerling?

She spat some blood out of her mouth.

Sure, you idiotic Tallfolk. Amend it, Paeth. Forty-seven per

The jaws closed over her head as she triggered the spell in her gauntlet. Too late. Poires armor lit upthen a hole opened in the world. Everything around it vanished, including the Gorgons head.

The Crelerbane left the field with three survivors. The Featherfolk Brigade bled. But they found Paeth at last.

On the night of the seventh day, Luan snapped a muscle in his shoulder.

Noa heard it, sitting on the scull and watching as he crossed the safer flat waters where saltwater met fresh; a rippling lake of two currents meeting and mixing.

As flat as the coastline got. Two moons, faintly blue and green, and the myriad stars shone down. Amidst all that beauty shed never seen before, the horrible sound of muscle tearing, his immediate swearing, and groan of pain fit perfectly.

Perfectly, to Noa. Her great adventure into the world of the tall felt like that. Wonder, amazing and kind new peopleand the knowledge that her home was about to fall in the background.

Even the injury didnt surprise her. This was not the eighteenth time shed told Luan to take a break, or the fortieth.

Seven days of rowing, sometimes replacing sleep with stamina potions. Not all delivering people; he took two contracts just to earn gold so he could hire another [Mercenary].

Luan?

She looked up and saw him grabbing one-handed for a healing potion. She saw his brown eyes glittering with pain in a face filled with sweat.

Im fine. Illgive me a moment. Just give me

He drank half the potion and splashed the rest on his shoulder. Noa didnt think it would work as well as it would on some injuries. Torn muscle wasnt something the body necessarily healed perfectly from with time. But she hoped it was one of Alchimagus Resks potionsthey were restoratives, not accelerants.

I told you this would happen. Neither Fraerling nor [Rower] had to hear it. Besidesthat implied Noa thought Luan should slow down. She couldnt bring herself to. If she told him to take a break, it was only so he wouldnt injure himself, so he could go even faster later on.

His callused hands had blisters despite all his practice, and theyd developed cuts from the stinging salt wind and being wet and dry. Luan stared down at his hands as they rested in his lap. Blisters fading, skin closing.

He took a sip of stamina potion next and gagged, spitting it out. Noa cautioned him.

Youre past your limit. Dont drink any more.

Got it.

A shaky breath. Luan reached for the oarsand hesitated. She saw him working his shoulder, stretching it out, pain almost gone. But the shadows under his eyes didnt vanish. He lookedworn down.

Olympian. She quite liked the name. An old name from the history of Earth. A championship of the greatest athletes across a world. It spoke to a place where there werent enough wars, calamities, or monsters to cancel such events.

Luan was the best sculler from his nation. He had on a skintight suit against the cold and water, but the Fraerling had seen him shirtless. She didnt admire him like some of his fans.

Rather, he had the kind of muscles that some of the Fraerlings in Paeth had been drooling over. Againnot just fans, but [Combat Trainers], [Martial Artists], and a rare class: a [Master of All]. Someone who dedicated themselves to trying to reach a level like that.

Tallguard didnt bother with Luans kind of conditioning. He had developed his entire body around one motionpulling the oars of the scull. Most Tallguard were good at running, jumping, climbing, fightingbut Luan did one thing really well.

He had rowed across Baleros east coast for seven days. Right now, he was just tired. He kept nearly-reaching for the oars, but then resting. Another secondhis hands were shaking with fatigue.

Noa. Any word from Paeth?

Theyve found us. But theyre not attacking yet. Theyre out of the radius of our spells. Camped for the night. Are we going back?

No. Ive got someone willing to fightIll try and hire them. Its onlytwelve miles from here. Only twelve. Ill go there. Just give me a second.

Okay. When the attack comesI need to go back.

Luan looked at Noa, and his mouth movedthen he just nodded.

Alright. I wish I could say Ill be helpful. But this is all I can do, Noa. I will take you back when it begins. If I can, Ill help. But I cannot fight.

I know youre not a warrior.

The man took a shuddering breath, then another. There was a catch in his lungs. He gripped the handles of the oars again, then relaxed.

No. Im not. I told you, I left the fighting in the suppression company I was in?

Yesbut you did help after that. You tried to save people.

The [Rower] looked past Noa, across the beautiful waters. It would be tempting to justrow off and leave bloody Baleros behind. If only they could.

Yes, Noa. I did. But that was because I forgot something. Now? Ill never forget. I cannot die. Not yet. Not until I go home.

She looked, twisting sideways, and saw the golden lettering, the tattoo on his skin. Two names. Luan stared down at them.

No one else is married. Some have sweethearts. But not one of the United Nations company has children. Genevas the only one whos my age, and shes still in university. Forgive me. Even for Paethwhen we go, I will do all I can. I dont want to die, Noa.

No one did. The Tallguard turned back without a word.

You did more than I could.

Thank you for saying that. Ill

The oars lifted and splashed into the water again. Luan exhaled. He was fighting his body, which wanted nothing more than to stop. So he turned to Noa.

Howtell me how many children are in Paeth.

What?

Luan hunched over, squeezing his eyes shut.

Motivate me. Tell me how beautiful Paeth is. Tell me youll take me to visit again. Shrink me down so I can fly about. Show me your beautiful buildings and things to do inside. Turn me into a giant chipmunk or something.

Noa smiled faintly.

I promise well do that. You can play our sports. Yours are funny. I bet the Architects will make all your games. Football, basketballwe have games like that. Paeth has so many amazing things. I just got bored of all of them because it was so small.

She gazed out across the waters.

When this is over, Luan. Maybe youll drop me off near Elvallian? Or Ill go to another city. Orsomewhere else.

You still love the rest of the world? After this?

Noa just pointed across the waters where fish were jumping, catching dragonflies and other bugs that skimmed across the water, naively thinking theyd found something bright while it was just the reflection from the sky.

I like it all. Just not the Tallfolk.

Fair.

Noa shook her head. She wiped at her eyes and got saltwater in them. She kept blinking as she went on.

Its like Resk said. You dont have much. Your cities dont have any magic. Not even clean water.

Shed seen villages and cities like Talenqual on their long trip. Even the biggest ones werent Paeth. Yet that wasnt the Tallfolks fault, was it?

We have the Plans and the Architects and our Last Boxes. You dont. I asked Ekrn once, why we never did anything, and he saidwe dont help the Tallfolk because they have problems too large for us. But we could have helped. We could have given magic.

Luan watched the younger Fraerling turn to look up to him.

Resk told me you did. It backfired. I dont blame Paeth for acting like they do. Look at whats happening.

Right. But sometimesI think were just selfish. Selfish, afraid Fraerlings. We act as small as we look. Thenthen they come and our Crelerguard fight them and

Noas shoulders shook. Theyd gotten the news as dusk fell. Luan clenched his hands on his oars. Without a word, he began to row. Slowlylong sweeps carrying them forwards. Only after a few minutes, as the rhythm began, did he say anything.

I cant do anything but row. I have trained my entire life before coming to this world to be the best. The best. Not just good, but the best there ever was. The best living. Every hour I spent training rather than having funthat made me different. Then I came here and you could gain a Skill that put you ahead just by going to sleep. I hate it. No, I love it. It makes life wondrous. Unexpected. But I dont know. If I were Level 40what could I do?

Noa was wiping at her face.

What?

Luan stared into the mirrors. Then up at the wake he was leaving.

I dont understand where my class is going. I am leveling fast as a [Rower], as an [Athlete], but what comes next? Something more than rowing? At Level 40, NoaI will be the fastest man in the world.

She opened her mouth to point out the obvious, but Luan shook his head.

The fastest man, Noa. In this method, in this craft. There is no one else who has a scull like this. No one who understands rowing, who trains for it. At Level 40, with all the Skills, no one on Earth will ever catch me again. So what comes after that? Something that breaks the laws of physics? Whatwhats the point of a Level 60 [Rower]? What Skills do they get?

Noa had no clue. But Luan did. He panted as he kept going, pushing for another hour. One last day.

It has to be something that matters. Something else. Something that allows me to use my great talent, my one talent, to make a difference. If all I can do is rowmy class is meaningless on land.

He was panting for air, as if oxygen could replace rest. Trying to draw energy from the firmament overhead. From need alone. In his world, that was an impossibility that every single athlete still reached for. Here?

I was happy to be an athlete because that was the one thing I could do well. Back home. On Earth. Anything I could do within my powersI would have. Given money, rowed for charitybut Im not helpless here. I have superpowers. I have magic, and someone is rewarding my work with Skills. So why can I only row? My class must do more. When I reach Level 50, it has to do something else! I will accept nothing less. I promise you, Noa. I may not get there tonight. But some day, I will reach that level.

The Fraerling looked up at him, and she saw the Couriers confidence. I will get there. Noa just nodded. She turned to look behind them, which was ahead because they were on a scull.

When you do, take me for another ride? As fast as you can, all the way to Izril? To Terandria? To the edge of the world?

He smiled, never breaking his pace.

Its a promise, yeah?

She nodded, and he blurred for a second. But Noa just wiped at her face one more time and pointed.

Go faster, Luan.

He rowed, trying to catch the future ahead of time. Luan couldnt see anyone ahead of him. So he raced himself, as he always did. His shoulders quietly popped with each rotation.

One more person.

One more night.

After eight days of rowing, Luan Khumalos total level ups would consist of the following:

[Conditions Met: Expert Rower Peerless Marathon Sculler Class.]

[Class Consolidation: Athlete removed.]

[Level 36 Peerless Marathon Sculler obtained!]

[Skill Contest of Champions (Vigor) obtained!]

[Skill Only my Challengers Shall Advance obtained!]

[Skill Razorblade Oars obtained!]

[Skill The Messengers Shortcut obtained!]

[Skill Ship: Kayak Roll obtained!]

He hated that last one.

Eight days. Eight days, and now Fezimet of the Featherfolk Brigade probably saw perfectly how Peclir Im had tricked him.

He had lost more soldiers in the last eight days than all but the worst engagements of his life. And he suspected that if he charted how many casualties hed inflicted

Peclir Im didnt care. That Human had blood colder than any Naga. Even Tasgiel, the cold serpents who slithered through the tundras of the north, werent as ruthless as him.

You knew that they were a Fraerling city, Fezimet. Your losses will be counted as a contribution to the Jungle Tails forces. Rememberyou are under their authority now.

The Quexal was in no mood to think of his new status. He rested his head against the glass.

I know those [Soldiers], Peclir Im. Those are my people dying likelike flies. Niers students are raiding me. And Gravetenders Fist

Had neither agreed nor disagreed, only backed the United Nations claim on their right to stay in Talenqual. Peclir frowned down at their headquarters from Fezimets tower.

Have you not investigated them for working with the Fraerlings? If they are working with Paethremove them.

The Quexal spun and roared.

With what forces? I have delivered them allall to the forest! We are surrounding this Paeth, and I would normally celebrate, because I could restore orderbut I somehow do not think I will be able to do that. SomehowI now think that even though we know which tree this city is init will not be an easy victory!

The Human had the gall to blink at him.

I never claimed it would be.

The Quexal slithered over to his chair and sat down hard.

No. Nonow I realize you did not mention why that other company did not continue after this Oierdressql fell. Answer me truthfully, Peclir Im. How many soldiers died to raze Oierdressql?

I dont have the exact numbers

Answer me!

That blank-faced Human just stood there, as if weighing the benefits of telling Fezimet. Perfectly unafraid.

I believe the Fraerlings fought amidst the ruins of their city, and theirTallguard fought in force to cover their retreat. A fuller count of the entire campaign, including the final spells loosed that destroyed most of Oierdressql, created about seven thousand casualties.

Seven thousandand they did not line up and die! What final spell?

It erased about a hundred feet of space. Naturally, this time precautions will be taken to prevent such spellcasting. I have secured twenty Lamia [Mages] to neutralize magic when we sense the buildup. Failing that, we will offer the Fraerlings enforced surrender. Your job is to crack the city open. Seize their libraries; even if the city is entirely destroyed, their spellbooks should do. Or capture enough survivors.

The Quexal couldnt believe Peclir.

You tell me thisnow. Now, you tell me that any forces surrounding this city might perish.

You will need to be quick. And do not inform any but your most trusted officers.

Fezimet looked blankly at Peclir, then he rose and saluted the Human with all the irony he could muster.

I serve Jungle Tails. I hopefrom now on, you will never give me orders, Chamberlain Im. Because I believe you are no commander.

The Human let him have that. Fezimet slithered down his tower and joined the last muster of [Soldiers].

His best officers were ready to finish the job. They wereupset was putting it mildly, but Fezimet knew his soldiers were ready to charge into the final death-zone and attack Paeth.

[Fireball] spells. Enchanted arrowsor just hitting it with rocks. Break the enchantments and then begin taking the city down with sledgehammers.

Fezimet slithered down the street to jeers and even someone nearly throwing some muduntil one of the Medusae paralyzed the fool. Talenqual was still covered in smoke. But this was it. This was it, and after this, hed report to Jungle Tails and leave it all behind. Fezimet, the [Mercenary], still considered it worth the price hed paid.

He stopped before he left the city. Someone had decided to bar his way.

Move aside, Human!

One of the Quexals with Fezimet snapped, but some of the others glanced around, suddenlywary. Another looked ahead and gasped.

Commander Fezimet. I see some of the enemy!

Fezimets head snapped up, and he looked past the annoying yet familiar face of Daly Sullivan to someone behind him. He snarled, and his soldiers drew their blades.

Because there, standing behind Daly and one of his Bushrangerswas a Drake. A line of [Soldiers] in their stupid formations was shielding him; Kissilt stood well behind them. And there

Commander. Movement in the woods. I see Dullahan armor. Centaurs.

Fezimets gaze shot over, and he saw more forces hiding there. But the real cincher was Quallet Marshhand.

He was justwatching. With about a thousand [Soldiers]. Fezimet slithered forwards.

What is this? Treachery? Commander Marshhand, I hope youre not reconsidering my offer?

He would rather send Gravetenders Fist or the War Walker to take out Paeth. HoweverQuallet didnt immediately reply.

Not good. Gravetenders Fist was camped farther north, and this was only a token force, but Fezimet did not want to fight themeven if it could be a victory. After all, he still had twice as manyone point five times as many soldiers in the forest.

Yet it seemed Daly Sullivan was the one in charge. Someone else stood by him. There wasa familiar young man. Drathian?

Kenjiro Murata. The [Diplomat] whos been going around, slandering my companys name. Well, well, enemies all.

Commander Fezimet. I have a signed document I would like to offer you. It is a declaration signed by nineteen companies in this region. From Grasgil Blockade to Stormhooves.

Some of Fezimets people glanced up at that. Those werebig companies. Fezimet knew what that stupid treaty was. He snatched it as Ken offered it to him.

And why should I bother reading it? I suppose Ill peruse it at my discretion.

His ploy didnt work. Ken let him have the treatyand stepped back and bowed. Fezimet had the impression it was an extremely insulting gesture; the Dullahans present certainly seemed to think so. Was that Captain Eldima and the Rustless Guard?

Damn adventurers. Damn Humans and damnKen spoke.

Unfortunately, Commander, [I Made a Copy]. Please, officers of the Featherfolk Brigade, read the declaration.

Fezimet twisted and saw no less than eight copies of the treaty! He snarled.

Put that down

Too late. His officers read the declaration, and Fezimet looked at the signed letter too. It was a simple one, really.

We, the underlined signatories, condemn the attack on a neutral Fraerling city, Paeth on the Coast, in no uncertain terms. We refute the right of the Featherfolk Brigade under any authority to commit acts of war on an innocent species that has offered no provocation. These are war crimes under Baleros codes, and if the Featherfolk Brigade under Commander Fezimet pursues his attempt to slaughter hundreds of thousands of innocents

Fezimets blood alternately boiled and froze as he read. War crimes? ThisKen was speaking.

I have also sent and posted it to the Mages Guild, and it will be spread from Runners Guilds as well if you launch an attack, Commander. I urge you to reconsiderthere is still time to make peace.

Peace.

The Quexal was done skimming the treaty. His officers were worried, but Fezimet had noticed something. Nowhere in this magically-ratified document did any of the other companies threaten actual action. It was a war of words, and he sneered at the [Diplomat].

Daly Sullivan watched, face blank. He had a crossbow in his hands, pointed at the ground, but only one of those small, hand ones. Fezimet looked at Ken.

You must have some idea of whom I serve, Diplomat Ken. Tell medo you suggest I quit now? Now that Ive made an enemy of everyone?

He glanced towards the tower.

For nothing?

Kenjiro smiled at Fezimet. A [Diplomat] fighting to his end, he leaned forwards, and despite himself, Fezimet leaned over and listened. He was fairly certain Ken had a secrecy Skill. The Human whispered to him.

It is not beyond you to turn back, Great Fezimet. It would be costlybut the Forgotten Wing will never forget this. Fraerlings will not either. Paeth is not alone.

Oh, so you think to threaten me?

The Quexal bared his teeth, and Ken lifted a finger. Like Peclir, he put stick before carrot.

Just so you know that this will not end with Paeth, Commander. But if you are willing to halt the attackI am authorized to promise you a number of relics. Eighteen Fraerling-enchanted relics, from Potions of Polymorph fit for a Quexal to gear a Named-Adventurer might envy. All you have to do is agree to a magically binding contract. You will get nothing from ash and ruin, but if you justleave, you can live the rest of your life with great treasures.

It was the most tempting thing the [Diplomat] could have said, and both knew it. Fezimet wavered.

Leave? Id never be able to keep my company. Peclir would see to that. But for eighteen relics

Just take all the money hed stored and run. Live, start over somewhere else? Or hold onto his company, recant Jungle Tails, and rebuild with Fraerling magic. He was sure he could get morethe Human would offer anything.

But Jungle Tails would never let me go. AndFezimet stared at the burned forest, a huge swath of it gone, irrevocably altering Talenqual. The soldiers who had died as wellhed be in so much trouble.

Whereas he was now a [Nagatine Scion], and one day he would lead a million Lizardfolk into battle.

It was no longer all or nothing. But now it was all orless. Fezimet hesitated, and Ken clasped his hands behind his back.

The [Diplomat] had his one shot that Daly had given him. He watched as Fezimet slowly lifted the treatyand shredded it. Not with his arms; he held it in one wing, then bit it, ripped it, and spat out the pieces with his teeth.

If I refuse, [Diplomat], what then? Ill make an enemy of a bunch of companies too afraid to take the field? I see the Titans little students have brought a thousand soldiers. As for Marshhand

He eyed the [Mercenary Commander] and gave him a smile and dip of the head Quallet didnt return.

Bastard. But a sensible one.

He knows better than to take on a force four times his size. We rule this region. So the only enemies I see here are a single tree that I will chop down, a thousand mercenaries led by four unproven [Strategists], and the mighty Bushrangers and their Silver-rank friends.

He sneered at Daly and Eldima, who shifted nervously, shield at the ready. Tofte, the lone Bushranger standing behind Daly with another loaded crossbow, didnt flinch. He stared past Fezimet into the middle-distance.

It was Daly who spoke. Ken stepped back, head bowed, and retreated to the Drakes lines. By now, Lizardfolk were listening. Talenquals people.

This was what Daly did. He pointed at Fezimet.

Commander Fezimet, I am Daly Sullivan of the United Nations Company. You may have Talenqual, and the Jungle Tails might be backing you, but the Forgotten Wing Company has placed Paeth under its protection. That city is full of children and innocent people. This is your warning: attack that city, and we will kill you.

The Quexal slowly reared back and opened his magnificent wings. He could rise to almost nine feet in length if he tried, and he rose up, flapping his wings and regarding Daly with incredulity.

And almost respect.

What, you intend to fight us all? Thats

He trailed off. His soldiers were behind him, and more were coming, but the [Strategists] had surrounded the gates well. He could retreat, obviously, but Quallet was still undecided.

If they fought, it would be a bloodbath that Fezimet was sure hed win. But like Paeth, if they fought, the Featherfolk Brigade might never recover.

You had to have a reason to die like that. The Human looked Fezimet in the eyes, and the Quexal refused to look away. He would not be shamed.

His tail twitched a few times, in a subtle signal. Like the Liscorian army, Lizardfolk used tail-signs, and so Fezimet sighed dramatically.

If I dont attackhow long do you think your forces can stand here, Commander Daly? Those Drakes look tense. An hour? A day?

We have discipline, you inbred Quexal. Come out and see what real strategy looks like!

Kissilt hollered as he lifted his ring menacingly. Daly didnt answer. He just stood there, watching Fezimet.

Your choice. Ken means it. We can make you a rich man, Fezimet.

You cant make me one of the most important people in Baleros.

The Quexal retorted, almost sadly. Daly shook his head.

Power only matters if you and Jungle Tails survive. Do you really want to kill a bunch of innocent Fraerlings, Fezimet? Really?

He looked into Fezimets eyes, and the Quexal avoided his gaze.

We bleed and dieFraerlings live on Baleros, whose jungles run with blood. They surely know, more than you, that their turn would come some day.

He glanced over his shoulder and frowned. Was that a ship entering harbor? Fezimet craned his neck, suddenly uneasy. One of his officers had seen it too. But before Fezimet could check, he decided to motivate the crowd.

People of Talenqual! Do you see why we had to burn the forest? We have saboteurs of a Great Company fighting our Featherfolk Brigadewho are now in service of the mighty Jungle Tails! They threaten us on our own land! Foreign species working for a Great Company! Even your beloved United Nations company!

He turned and exhorted the people around him. The Lizardfolk peeking over the walls or at the gates lookeddubious. Especially because Ken replied almost instantly.

We are not standing here because of the Forgotten Wing Company! A Fraerling city is under attack by Commander Fezimet, who has violated the rules of war and is attempting to slaughter children and innocents!

The truth. The [Diplomat]s words caused shock in Talenquals people. A Fraerling city? and Fezimet?

That damn signed letter. It must have been spreading already. One of Fezimets Quexals repeated his trick, opening her wing and shouting.

Lies! Those are lies! Who will you believe? We, the Naga, orulp!

She bit her tongue. Noshe tried to speak, and not a word came out. Ken pointed at her.

[Only Truth Between Us]. Commander Fezimet. Tell your people the truth. If you can.

[Diplomats]! Fezimets clamped lips and glare were bad enough. The Quexal turned his head as he saw himself losing the last of his popular support. But he still had his army. Eighteenfifteen thousand soldiers in the forest and more he could pull from their garrisons. Fezimet still had the last laugh.

Daly was eying his face with terrible suspicion. Yet he only got confirmation after five minutes, as Fezimet waited to find out what that ship was about. His head snapped up as someone came tearing out of the forest.

Daly! Daly! Theyre attacking!

Marian rode out of the forest, face pale. Fezimet saw Dalys head rise, and Ken closed his eyes.

What do you mean? Im right here. I havent crossed your precious little line, Human.

The Centaur slowed to a canter and Fezimet looked at Marian, Niers student, fully for the first time. Hefelt bad. He would have really liked an autograph and to impress the Centauress. Of all Niers students, he liked her tactics best. Daquin had been

Fezimet stood in the burning hell of Talenqual and didnt seem to understand how hed gotten here. He looked so damn smug. Daly Sullivans chest rose and fell.

Paeth is under attack! Your Commander has attacked a Fraerling city! He is doing it now!

Ken was shouting at Talenquals citizens, who were confused, upsetbut even if they believed him, Paeth was so far from here. Even if they believed him, what could they do aside from protest, throw stones, and run from [Soldiers]?

Those are objectionable lies, [Diplomat]. Do you see me burning a city?

The Quexal looked so smug at this basic, childish lie. If you dont see me doing it, am I doing it? The worst part, it was a lie that worked. A good excuse if you werent willing to throw down.

Daly was wearing the cheap leather armor that Resk had enchanted, piece-by-piece. He had Luans crossbow, and behind him, he knew, Marian, Cameral, and Kissilt had their forces. Quallet stood to one side, and Umina was at the docks in disguise, waiting for her ship to come in.

The rest of the United Nations Company was gone. The Bushrangers and those willing to fight had stayed. The rest

Kirana had volunteered to take them. She was surprised Aiko had remained, but the [Nurse] had said there would be a need for healers.

So the Indian girl led the gaggle of young men and women, some barely teens, into the safe space. It wasnt a long journey. Just a half-day of travel.

They could have gone anywhere, really. The Featherfolk Brigade might pursuebut Kirana suspected theyd be too busy.

As for protection? The United Nations could probably afford an inn or two, but were inns safe? What next, with half their number in Talenqual, drawing that line in the sand?

The answerwas that she walked into the Mages Guild in the city of Looxe, and the [Scribe] called out as he saw the huge gaggle of Humans and groaned inwardly.

Hey! Stay in the lines, please! Hey

Kirana walked up to the front desk. She stopped there, and the upset Lizardman looked at her.

You have to stay in line.

I know. Im not here to send a [Message]. Id like to speak to your Guildmaster, please. Theyre from Wistram, arent they?

As it happened, Looxe had a proper Wistram [Mage], who came out of an office looking fairly irate. The Dullahan frowned at this terrible display of decorum. Then he hesitated, eying all the Humans.

Can I help you, Miss

The [House Manager] was crying a bit. Neither [Scribe] nor [Mage] knew why. She answered simply.

Kirana. I am from, um, America. FromEarth. Can you please help us?

The [Guildmaster]s eyes popped, and all of the staff looked up at the sudden, familiar keywords. He hesitatedthen motioned for someone to send a [Message] to Wistram now.

Absolutely, Miss. Do you all need food? Help?

We need somewhere to stay. And foodlater. You cant help us any more, thank you.

The Dullahan hastened to assure Kirana that he could, indeed, help her. He failed to realize that it wasnt her he needed to help.

Daly stared past Fezimets smug face and the little monster looking out of the Quexals eyes. He thought he could see Siri. Marian was tensed, her hand on her enchanted bow, but Fezimet just stood there with his forces.

Somewhere, Paeth was under attack. The first Tallfolk were trying to surround the city as magic blazed from every inch of the tree. Tallguard and Fraerlings fighting on the ground.

Prove it. WellI cant transfer us all to Paeth. Were all damn grown ups. We know youre attacking Paeth. Now. So its too late to debate it. You have committed an act of war against Paeth on the Coast.

Fezimets smile faded slightly as Dalys voice rose. The young man was shaking slightly, but he still reached for his belt pouch.

I know other people need proof. I dont. But if you want proofhere. Heres someone whose word you can believe.

Slowly, Daly lifted something out of his pouch. Every eye focused on himbut the Human was so far away most people didnt see what he was holding at first.

Theneven the Drake [Soldiers] murmured. Lizardfolk gasped, and more ran to spread the rumor. It was all true. It wasnt rumor anymore. After allthere was a lot you could doubt, even with a [Diplomat]s words. Even with The Last Lights company vouching for the truth.

However, the little man with pink hair standing on Dalys palm? Tears running into his beard, and some snot too if you were being honest?

Alchimagus Resk stood there, and his voice was loud enough to be heard by all, magnified by a spell.

I am Alchimagus Resk of Paeth. The Featherfolk Brigade is attacking my city. Is that enough proof, you wretched salamander with wings?

His voice trembled as Fezimets jaw fell open and he stared at the Fraerling. Daly said nothing more.

Wellthats

The Human handed Resk to Ken, who backed up. Daly turned to the spluttering Fezimet. He stood there blankly for a second.

He had drawn his line in the sand, let Ken fill the world with words and condemnation. Someday, thoughthere was always a bastard who stepped over every line. Drawing that line was only good if you had what came next. So he looked up, met Siris eyes, and nodded.

Daly Sullivan raised the Fraerling-made crossbow and shot Fezimet straight through the chest. He admired the way it automatically drew the contraption back, almost automatically reloading ityou just had to put a crossbow bolt in place.

He did so in the silence. Then he turned and shot a Medusa through the face. He almost got a third Quexal, but Fezimet began screaming.

Hed dodged at point-blank range. So the bolt hadnt gone straight through his heart. The Quexal tried to recoil, and Daly saw Tofte raise his crossbow.

Atattack!

Kissilt screamed behind them, but Daly had already loosed a third bolt. Three Nagas crumpled as the world burst into screams. Fezimet was backing up, eyes wide.

Kill them a

A Lamia shouted right before another crossbow bolt hit her in the back of the head. Suddenlythe Featherfolk Brigade were being attacked from all sides.

Bushrangers. Bushrangers, Earthers, and more [Soldiers] taking shots at them from buildings and even roofs.

Fall back to the city! Fall back t

Fezimet leapt, and another of Dalys bolts passed through his tail. Marian shot through two Lizardfolk.

Charge! Kill the commander!

The [Strategists] and their forces surged forwards as Daly reloaded again. Kissilt was shouting a hundred different commands into his speaking stone. Daly kept firing; he wasnt going to go hand-to-hand. Not yet.

He looked around and saw the lynchpin of the plan. Quallet Marshhand was still looking at Resk. His gaze rose, and he met Dalys eyes.

Thenthe [Mercenary Commander] nodded. He did not make his choice in that moment. Daly was not that dramatic, and the [Strategists] not that stupid. But he still sighed.

Gravetenders Fist! To arms!

Umina Caxical heard the fighting begin at the gates as she hopped from one foot to the other. Cotm told her to shut up and keep still, and she did.

This was incredibly dangerous. The Fraerling Tallguards face was blank.

He was here to protect her in case she was discoveredalthough the Featherfolk Brigade were busy. And the docks were understaffed. Kessice was with Siri, coordinating the people in the city.

So the United Nations were going to war against the Featherfolk Brigade. The last ploys had failed. Uminas blood raced.

Theyd all die, surely? Fezimet was so confident he could win. He was all about his forty-thousand soldiers. Such a large army. But every [Strategist] knew a victory was more than numbers.

Umina looked around the docks. So deserted. Not enough guards and security, and Talenqual burning the forests had made most [Merchants] decide this was not a place for future trading. They could smell war.

However, the Featherfolk Brigade had also taken from their garrisons too. Barracks, security detailbut mostly Talenqual where they were headquartered.

15,000 [Soldiers] besieging Paeth. Combined with Gravetenders Fist, if Quallet were willing to take that kind of terrible battle with the inevitability of Fezimets reinforcements, everyone combined could barely come close to that number.

Bad fight. So, when Daly had proposed his line in the sand, it was Umina and Cameral whod figured out the solution that the Titan would have at least passed them for. Umina turned slightly and grinned under her hood as she heard hornsa lot of hornsand drums begin to sound in the distance.

Gravetenders Fist was on the move. They were a bit closer than Fezimet thought, and Bastiom would be coming through those gates in the vanguard.

But not to destroy them. Oh no. Quallet had ten thousand troops along with the [Strategists] and Humans. Not enough to take Fezimets full company in the field.

But how many troops did he have in Talenqual right now? Umina would just bet that number was less than Quallets forces.

Cities were lovely places. If laid out right, and most Balerosian cities were, they were easy to defend and hard to take. But when fighting got to a city, no one liked having to fight with the enemy in your home.

I wonder how it feels, Fezimet? He could try to take Paeth, and Umina hoped the Fraerlings could hold out long enough. This plan hinged on that. Because while Paeth foughtFezimet lost his home.

Hopefully he was dead. Umina assumed not. And her scales were tingling with nerves.

They had to win here, and it was not a sure thing. If the citizens went after themif Fezimet countered them

Whumph. Umina looked up sharply.

What was that? Whos got that kind of magic? Did Kissilt hit an alchemy shop?

That was the only thing she could think up that would make that kind of an impact on their side. Or the Featherfolk Brigades [Mages], but Cotm just grunted.

Thats our side. Dont lose focus. Our ships coming in. You had better be right, [Strategist].

Umina whirled away from the smokestack coming from one of the Featherfolk Brigades barracks. She turned and saw it.

A ship with armor, coming into port. Flying that famous flag of helm, armor, and gauntlet, all disembodied, of course.

The Iron Vanguard. She smiled in relief. Thenas she took in the much, much smaller ship than she wanted, Umina froze.

Thats not Tulms ship. Hes not aboard. I thwait. Wait!

The Dullahan [Captain] was definitely no idiot. The instant he saw smoke and heard the fighting and horn calls, his entire crew was on alert. He strode down the gangplank.

Umina Caxical, Tulm the Mithril has invited you to join him.

No, no, noI told him to send a warship! And come himself! I have the answer to his question!

Umina clutched at her neck frills. The Iron Vanguard! That was her big plan; the thing Tulm wanted so badly! Niers secret shed paid for!

Yet the Dullahan [Captain] was already signaling for a [Mage] to talk to the Iron Vanguards command. He turned to her, grim-faced.

We will escort you to Tulm the Mithril. Or, it seems, participate in this fighting if Strategist Tulm deems it worth the cost. He himself was unavailable.

To hear the Titans secret?

Umina knew he was close enough to have come! What could havewhat could have been more pressing than that?

There was no time to think. The Featherfolk Brigade had seen the ship and had already sent their own to investigate. Upon seeing Umina and hearing both her name and recognizing her, a Medusa snarled and pointed, and [Soldiers] streamed down the docks. Cotm swore, blew a Lizardpersons foot off, and caused a pileup as Umina did a running leap and flipped onto the deck of the Dullahan ship with her Belt of Dexterity.

However, she refused to let the Dullahan set sail. Umina called in the news as she heard Marian, Cameral, and Kissilt shouting orders. Paeth was under siegeand the battle for Talenqual had begun. Whichever city fell firstor would both?

Timehad run out.

There were some things more important than even the Titans answer. Tulm the Mithril had been seeking another answer to another question.

He found itbut wished he hadnt.

All halt. Inform The Authority of Metal to find our position. Now.

The Dullahan strode down the warship as the [Captain] sent word for the Krakenbane Destroyer combing the waters and all other elements of the fleet to regroup here.

They had found their quarry at last. Xol of Ingrilt watched, shield raised as they closed in. He had been nervous when they realized they had found the Border Fleet alreadythe closer they got?

Xol was nervous. And if a War Walker was nervous

Strategist. Should we hold for the Authoritys return?

Tulm was tempted to himself. He had taken some of his finest warriors on the warship, but the Dullahan wearing his famed Mithril armor was stillhe scanned the waves, but shook his head.

We must risk it. That ship wont last ten minutes. Prepare to board! Search for survivors! Watch for enemies!

The Dullahan stared ahead as chills ran up and down his body. Ship?

Ship was a generous term. Tulm only recognized it as the Drathians lead warship because he knew what he should be seeing.

That vessel could trade blows with this ship or any warship in existence. Couldbecause all he saw was a sinking piece of ruined wood, painted splinters.

So few bodies.

The Iron Vanguard had been following the Drathians when the Border Fleet abruptly turned and went shooting up Whitewash Channel. That they had hired [Mercenaries], their odd actions, all alarmed the Iron Vanguard, who were friendly with the reclusive Drathians. But they had received no word, and fearing a possible move that would help the Forgotten Wing Company or

Tulm had followed them. Thenjust as fast as the Border Fleet was moving, they had vanished. For two whole days, Tulms armada had searched the waters.

There was nothing here. Either the Drathians had cloaked themselves, sunk like a Drowned Fleet, or simplygone over the edge. All that remained in this area were scattered islands like the one that produced Eir Gela few remote landmasses, some landmarks over empty water at the edge of the world.

Well. After two days, Tulm had found the Border Fleet.

He watched as Dullahans boarded the vessel fast, spreading out, searching. They had waterproof, floating armor, but everyone was so tense their voices were the only thing on the water.

What had happened here? All the sentries and [Mages] were scanning in every direction, but they had not seen any battle. Nor foes.

That just made Tulm even morenervous. Afraid. His mentor, the Titan, had taught him not to push fear away.

He was afraid. What had happened here?

Survivor! Survivor!

At last, one of the Dullahans found something. The woman dove into the water as the sinking vessel kept falling lower. Instantly, the others converged and dragged a body towards the ship.

[Healers]! Get ready for

The [Captain] hesitated, and Tulm cursed because the figure that the Dullahans were dragging from the water wasnt a survivor. He stared at the upper torso of a Drathian [Mage], one of their experts who used their brand of magic.

Clearly dead. No one survived gettingXol muttered.

Thats not a cut wound. Something tore that [Mage] in half.

Find survivors! Now!

Tulm roared in a rare display of emotion, and the Dullahans kept porting the dead body to the ship. He was about to shout at them when he realized something.

That wasnt a Drathian Human. Norwas she dead.

Somehow, the female fox was alive. One of the rare species from Draththe illusion magic was completely shattered, and however many tails she had were gone. Her magic or nature must have kept her alive.

Dead gods.

Water sloshed onto the deck, wet, mixed with blood and other dark substances that stained the wood. Tulm strode over, pushing aside [Mages] and [Healers].

Strategist, the toxinsother elements

Silence. Let her speak.

A blank stare from the Kitsune woman. Tulm, standing over her, heard a voice, garbled with water in her lungs. Then he realized the truth.

She was dead. No one could survive her wounds. So the magic-user had enchanted her body. He was speaking to a dead woman.

tell his Imperial Majesty. Tell them. Hello? Hello?

I am Tulm the Mithril. Can you hear me, servant of Drath?

The sightless head actually turned, and all shuddered, but the relief in the voice was evident.

Good. I know you, Dullahan. I haveI must tell you our last report. Our fleet has been wiped out. Drath must know.

What happened?

Tulm knelt there, staring around for the other ships. The [Captain] had access to Dullahans who could dive into the water, fearless of the depthsonly monsters. Yet he was whispering to Xol.

Our [Mages] are scanning the water, but we cant find other ships, War Walker Xol.

They may have fought a running battle

No, War Walker. You do not understand. We cannot even find the rest of this ship. Even deep. We have searched for forty miles in every direction and are expanding. It is as if the rest of the fleet vanished.

The dead woman was speaking. Tulm listened to her as he grew more uneasy still.

Please carry my message as I speak it.

It will be done.

He was recording, having this transcribedthe Kitsune hesitated. Even now, clinging tosomething, she was still of Drath.

To his Imperial Majesty. I am Kitsune Sharetsu. I beg leave to report the destruction of Border Fleet Haes-sal. All our [Abyssal Hunters]slain. I am sending our report via Dullahans of the Iron Vanguard to my shame as I am unable to

She wasnt speaking in Drathian, but under [Translation] spells. Tulm was watching her face. She was fading. Whatever magic was keeping her intact wouldnt last, and he didnt have [Necromancers].

Kitsune

She seemed to realize formalities wouldnt work either. The Kitsune coughed out more dark water.

Very well. It is my honor to report each servant of Drath fought to the end without wavering. To the last, with naught but courage. Each one I commend as heroes.

Why was she so set on reporting it like? Tulms head rose, and he looked at the ship. He saw no bodies, but if this was what happened, he could guess what the end of the battle looked like. Ahthe Dullahan had a sudden, deep respect for the woman.

What a beautiful lie. I will carry that to Drath myself. But what destroyed your fleet?

The dead woman relaxed, and a smile passed her lips. A terrible one.

He will know.

Draths [Emperor] might know, but Tulm bent over and actually grabbed a shoulder. He shook her.

We must know. What is it? Seamwalkers?

It had to be. The Kitsune just stared blankly above.

Even in death we died. We knew when he took his own eyes. But we followed. We had to see. There wasthey are trying to open a door.

A door? Something was happening. Her eyes were already rotting, but the sightless gaze of the dead [Mage] wasmoving. At first, Tulm thought she saw him, but then he saw something that made him most afraid of all.

The eyes were locked on something past Tulm. Every few seconds they wouldtwitch. Flick a bit, sideways. Every few seconds of his juddering heartbeat.

She was watching something. Her eyes traced a path through the sky, and Tulm turned his head. He saw nothing but darkness, but he almostfelt it. In time with her eyes. Something moving.

Step.

Step.

Step.

How many? Where?

The ghost whispered.

They are eating everything. I see a great, final stand. They are trying to open a door, but they will devour this landthen yours. I see hundreds of thousands. So many. Cousins of Actelios Salash. Tell His Majesty of our glorious demise. He knows the rest.

Then she looked up, and her voice was faint. Eyes wide with horror as she stared up, and one arm rose as if shielding her from something.

My death, but not my soul! I

The body jerkedwent lifeless. Had the ghost abandoned the magic? Or had something

Tulm backed away. He hesitated one secondthen shouted.

Toss the body overboard and then disintegrate it! Now!

The Dullahan audience didnt hesitate. The sea exploded, and the body was vaporized by the spells before it had sunk a foot. Tulm pointed at the deck.

Tear it up, burn anything that was touched by her blood. Take Seamwalker precautions. Get me the Seer of Steel. Noissue an order across the entire company. All fleet elements are to return to their ports but staytwo miles off-shore. Anchored. Sound the alarms.

Dullahans ran as Xol lowered himself.

Tulm. What are you thinking?

The [Strategist] was still giving orders. He was sending the last words of the Drathian to the [Emperor] and asking for more informationthe Seer of Steel wanted to know what hed found.

Strategist, the Lizardgirl, Umina, who claims to

Dont bother me with that! Sound a full alert! Prepare for enemies, Seamwalkers, from anywhere at any time! I will tell our officers when we know more.

His subordinates stared at him. The most incomprehensible orders that Tulm had ever issuedthe Dullahan shouted.

Move!

He stood there, looking around, gazing at the sky with Xol, searching for foes. But there was nothing there. If not for the terror in his heart, the warning of a dead womanTulm could believe this was just another quiet night.

That made it worse. He was forewarned, but what could be done? Thisthis was it.

They had weathered six thousand years since the last great calamity. Crelers. Had they spent their time well enough? Was this worse? Better? Tulm whispered.

Im not ready. I need more time.

He thought he could hear Niers laughing at him. One of those sardonic, bitter laughs that included himself. Then Tulm was striding for a scrying orb to communicate. He needed to know what, exactly, was coming. He could delay up to twenty minutes if the Drathians still refused to tell all.

Then he would tell Wistram to sound the alarm and warn

Everyone.

Authors Note: Its only a cliffhanger if youre just reading. But would you believe me when I saythis is it?

One month. I have, now, one month to finish Volume 8. I dont know if Ill make it, but I got to the exact point where I wanted with this chapter. And yesthe arc is not complete.

Nor are the others I think you could name. Its by design. After this, well see how it shakes out. It may be that, in hindsight, its all lamentations and regret. Oras I hopeit all went just as I planned it out.

Either way. The end of Volume 8 is upon us. But it will not be easy.

This is the longest volume of The Wandering Inn by far. As I start my week breakIm going on a week breakits not just to torment you but to get all the energy I can for the ending. If I need to, Ill take longer between pivotal chapters. If I must, Ill rewrite.

I hope to do it in one take, but Im committed to the best ending possible and its going to bestressful. I am nervous. Almost as nervous as Tulm, and I may have nightmares about not doing the chapters justice.

However, it is upon us and it is sink or swim. My kind of writing. Dont forget to vote in that pollit is a pivotal one that decides what our next chapter is. I decided to leave it partly up to you. Dont worry. I have a plan.

Lets see if it shakes out. See you in a week,

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