Chapter Five Hundred And Fifty Eight – 558

Chapter Five Hundred And Fifty Eight – 558

There was a pervasive quiet in the woods, broken only by the percussive crunch of snow beneath their boots. Felix and Vess walked, not speaking, between frost-coated ridges and winding, old-growth trees wide as houses. The nervousness he felt had vanished, dwindled beneath the thick silence and replaced by a familiar wonder.

Songbirds chirruped in the branches above, hopping about in tiny flurries of brown and off-white. A long tailed cat skulked between trunks, claws muffled by heavy fur as it stalked a trio of long-tailed rodents. Even the river had its say, hidden now by a tall hill, yet still a soft, sibilant murmur that underlied the greater silence. Felix let himself sink into the orchestra of strange noise, unlike the Grand Harmony or chaotic Dissonance, and yet composed of both. The Green Wilds, he supposed. A tapestry of a thousanda milliondifferent things, all combined. Interconnected chaos.

It is beautiful here.

The sound of Vess voice jarred him from his reverie, but Felix only smiled. It is.

I forget, sometimes, that this is the same fog-drenched wilderness we struggled through last year. I think it even smells better than before.

Doesnt surprise me. Atar has been looking into the original illusion array the Geist made, and it was powerful. It affected all the senses, even the Harmonic ones. Felix sniffed, taking in the empty cold scent of winter, the sharp spice of nearby trees, and the furtive musk of some passing beast. I cant imagine how hard it was to move through all that.

Mm, Vess glanced at him. Harn and Magda were of great help, but I remember so much fear in those days.

About the same for me. No illusion for me, but that didnt make this place any less terrifying. Felix laughed. I can barely believe I made it through, back then.

Snatched from your home, sent into a deadly environment filled with monstersit is a wonder you remained sane, let alone rose to the challenge. You are a remarkable man, Felix.

I try. He regretted the words as soon as he said themhad that been too cocky? He certainly didnt think of himself as remarkable. Being Unbound has a great deal to do with it, I think.

She nudged him with her elbow. You give yourself too little credit. Always have. Beef arrived the same time as you did, faced terrible challenges, and he lags several Tiers behind you even now.

Beef is a kid

Thirteen years is five years older than I was when my combat training began.

Hewha? Really? Felix frowned. You were training to fight at eight years old?

Officially. The Dragoons take those as young as four to begin their instruction. My father did not wish that for me, not so early, as I had the myriad lessons of statecraft to learn. Vess stepped carefully around a protruding root, as graceful as a dancer. But I snuck out into the training yards every night, from the moment I was strong enough to hold a practice spear.

Felix whistled. Damn. Thats intense. And it kinda proves my point: on Earth, we dont fight. Not like that, anyway. Most people dont know how to throw a punch, let alone a spear. Beef didnt, and neither did I. Flashes of memory rose up in him, of his early days in the Foglands and numerous failures at fighting. He shoved them away. Both of us just got lucky, and part of that is in being Unbound.

It is a boon, I cannot argue against thatbut you, Felix, are kind and compassionate. She flung her arms outward, as if to encompass the forest and beyond. None of this would have happened if you did not care enough to stand up. You established a kingdom, Felix. You cleansed a curse on an entire Race, faced down ancient terrors, Grandmasters, Primordials, and the gods themselves. Her hands dropped, clanking as they slapped against her armored hips. Perhaps some of that was due to luck, and perhaps someone else, in your same position, could have accomplished the same. But would they have chosen to do so, Felix? I have met too many warriors so impressed by the swing of their own blades, that they never question what lies before themnor what comes after. Perhaps, Felix Nevarre, your strength lies in being you.

Felix hadnt a clue what to say to that. Fighting monsters and gods was one thing, but taking a compliment? His brain stalled out, and could only manage two words. Thank you.

Vess tucked locks of her hair behind her ear once again. It had fallen out while she had spoken, and her cheeks flushed. You are very welcome.

The deep lowing of some creature shook the evening air with a raspy, basso gasp. Ahead of them, the path wound around a hill to reveal the river once againand a huge moose the size of an extra jumbo elephant. Moss covered its back, brown and faded with the season, with thin tendrils stretched between a set of crystalline antlers bigger than the fish Yintarion was eating.

Moss-Back Stag, Felix whispered. The creature was a couple hundred yards out into the water, but its ears twitched toward Felix despite his volume. It lowed again.

Beautiful, Vess murmured. Reminds me of when we first saw them.

Right before we fought the Archon, yeah. Felix grinned at the memory. Havent seen them much since.

Ive read they are pack creatures, but this one seems to be alone. She clucked her tongue. It has been attacked.

Once Vess pointed it out, Felix could easily spot half-healed wounds on the giant mooses back and legs. What hed taken as cloudiness on its antlers was likely blood, dried and caked onto the tines. The creatures were peaceful, if territorial, and they had a lot of Health for their level, not to mention excessive Strength. This particular specimen was a Tier III beast, but those categories werent always as strict as folks liked to pretend. He had no doubt that a Journeyman Tier who decided to fight a Moss-Back Stag would find themselves overwhelmed in short order.

Could be a hunter overestimated their abilities, or underestimated the Stags, Vess said.

Well, I cant argue against that, he said.

Argue against it! Pit urged.

I can come with you, Felix suggested. Back you up.

That is sweet of you, but I must stand before the Dragoons alone.

Youll have Yintarion with you. Whats one or two more?

Or an army? Pit added.

HeWell, I suppose you are right. She released her spear, letting it float on her Skills near-invisible cushions of air. And I suppose I am poor at asking for help. The last time I did so, I followed Islas advice and nearly restructured my core space. I was emotional then, afraid of stepping off the Path that has been prepared for me. Yet if I had continued, I would not have bonded with Yin, nor discovered the truth.

Felix stopped her and put a hand over hers. Her skin was hotter than he expected, and soft. Theres nothing wrong with being scared. Im scared all the time. Vess face was a lot closer than he expected too, and her eyes were very dark, save for that ring of gold that glittered in the last of the evening light.

And now? she asked. Her fingers laced with his. Are you scared now?

Felix swallowed. Absolutely.

You

A sword the size of a door slammed into the earth mere feet from them, followed by the exceedingly fast descent of its large wielder. Lady Dayne! I need you to disc He finished standing up and looked at Felix in surprise. Autarch. I was not told of your return.

Hi Darius. I uh, just got back.

Darius looked at him, at Vess, and at where their hands were clasped. They both let go; Felix to grip his dagger and Vess to fiddle with her hair. The boulder of a man didnt even blink, but his face settled into something very explicitly impassive. I am glad to see you here. We have training to catch up on. Are you free tomorrow at dawn?

Erm. I am. Sure. Felix bobbed his head and drummed his fingers on the hilts of his weapons. Sounds good to me. Sword training is always good.

Youre saying good too much! Pit sent.

Excellent. The large warrior turned to Vess and bowed at the waist. Lady Dayne, Im in need of your ear, if youve the time.

IOf course, Darius, she said. To his surprise, she took up Felixs hand again. Thank you for the walkand the conversation, Felix.

Yeah, totally.

Something soft and sad flitted across the womans gaze, something Felix felt the bare edges of despite the way he stifled his Affinity around her. Disappointment? Or was it something worse?

Say something.

She stepped away, but Felix held onto her hand. Gently.

Felix?

I uh, owe you dinner. How about I make that up to you? Tomorrow?

The words came out in a rush, but he barely stumbled over them. They hung between them, almost physical for how heavy they felt. Felix met her gaze, and in that moment, he was certain he had met gods less intimidating.

She smiled, and the last crimson bits of sunset filtered down through snow-laden boughs.

Absolutely.