Jackal Among Snakes

Chapter 103

Argrave steadily stepped up the jagged red crystals that bit at his boots. If there was one thing he had not expected to appreciate, it would be the enchanted boots. There was a limit to the level of comfort one could offer for footwear on Earth, even with advanced technology. Here, though, despite the sharp, ruby-colored crystals sticking up into his soles, he felt nothing. The only pain he felt was from the gradual wear and tear of walking.

The confines of the crystal cave were narrow and dark. There was a certain comfort to the narrowness—Argrave felt as though he was freed from the constant oppression that the openness of Nodremaid provided. Back there, the vast open space and looming buildings made him feel as though something could swoop down at any moment and end him. Here, he felt walled. This came with its own set of problems, naturally, but they paled in comparison.

“You’re sure this leads… anywhere?” questioned Garm, voice unlabored.

“Yes,” replied Argrave simply, finding himself annoyed by the head’s presence. Perhaps it was simply jealousy Garm did not need to endure this trek as Argrave did.

Ahead, the crystals cast eerie shadows like jagged teeth as the spell light dancing above Argrave’s head illuminated the cave. They came to a branching path. Galamon stopped, turning around and silently asking Argrave for direction. Argrave furrowed his brows, a bit uncertain—it was difficult to be certain the way he followed was right. It had been months since he’d been here in-game. He looked for obvious identifiers, and then he spotted a faint difference in the constant red. Movement.

Argrave knelt down and lowered his fingers. They came up red, and he felt an uncomfortable warmness seeping into his gloves. He followed the trickle of thick, viscous blood with his gaze, watching from where it flowed.

“We’re close, I think. Just follow the flow,” Argrave pointed, then wiped the blood off on his duster.

Galamon proceeded. The crystals started to grow from small, sharp things into large clumps, as though increasing in quality. At times, it made navigation a touch difficult, requiring uncomfortable stretching and twisting. Argrave had to stop the party to be sure his lungs were not overtaxed multiple times.

Yet their uncertain advance started to feel like genuine progress as the things around aligned themselves with Argrave’s memories of ‘Heroes of Berendar.’ The crystals grew larger yet, until the floor beneath them solidified into one giant crystal. The space continued to open, and Argrave greatly appreciated the opportunity to stand straight without fear of bumping his head against something. With it, though, came a whirling sense of nervousness and excitement both. With the Knight of the Wellspring lying ahead, it felt finally time to test his practice—his efforts over the months he had been here.

“Gods… the sheer level of power needed to create crystals this—”

“Shut up,” Argrave insisted in a whisper, turning back to Garm held in Anneliese’s hand. “Make no noise. I told you a fight lies ahead—don’t attract attention.”

Garm stared up at Argrave, saying nothing. He turned his gaze away, and Argrave took that as acquiescence.

Galamon proceeded deeper into the red crystal cave, his metal boots ringing pleasantly against the ruby-red crystals. Argrave could see the flow of blood beneath his feet grow thicker as they neared the Crimson Wellspring. Then, for the first time, there was a light ahead. Argrave stopped Anneliese, canceling his spell light and directing her to do the same.

proceeded onwards until the narrow cave opened up into a vast cavern. Seeing a sight he remembered well, he took a deep breath as a strange sort of

place had once been a council room of sorts. It was a circular room with a high ceiling, held up by four pillars. Stone chairs were arrayed in a circle around the center, while a chair in the center of this circle stood above the others. The chairs were occupied with humanoid figures—it

figures sat atop them encased in the ruby growth. In the center, the Crimson Wellspring floated, suspended in the air while emanating a bright red light that reflected off the surface of the crystals. The light

as a Stonepetal Sentinel. The stone roses had been turned into the same red crystals decorating the walls, though, and much of the armor was marred the same way,

against his leg. To call him a corpse was an apt comparison—he was a husk controlled by the Wellspring, keeping it flowing

him. “There’s our

many questions,”

Argrave acknowledged. “It’d be

nodded after a

the room, I’m sure he’ll come alive. But, we have the initiative. To begin: Galamon,” Argrave pointed. “You’ll hit him with arrows enchanted with fire—his armor will negate most of the damage, but fire is especially effective against him. After this, you’ll move up to meet him. I suggest bringing your Ebonice axe to dispel his blood

looking at Argrave as he removed his own pack. “I’ll use my greatsword in the other hand. The dagger… I need to get too

had also set aside her pack for the fight. “You and me—we’ll stick close, near one of the pillars. Easier to take cover. We can watch each

She raised Garm up.

and I

his lips, then closed his eyes. “Won’t complain at

Argrave took the time to stare at Claude. Watching the Knight of the Wellspring sitting there, immobile, made him wish to rush in and start things, if

Garm placed a fair distance away.

want no one else by my side, so I don’t see that happening. Still, just to reiterate… we stick to what we discussed. Any questions, uncertainties? Now’s the time.” Argrave moved his head between the two of them, waiting. When nothing came, he took a deep breath, the dull ache of pain in his chest

the

finished Galamon, already readying an arrow that shone

a wordless nod in return, then touched Anneliese’s shoulder to get her attention. They moved along the edge of the room, Anneliese watching the bodies encased within the crystal with an

He held both of his hands out, and eels of blue lightning emerged from his hand, dancing up into the sky in a spiral. Though he

soundless cavern, and a flaming arrow coursed out through the center of the room. It

then came to his feet in a fluid motion. He pulled free the bloodied arrow, casting it aside, then held both of

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