Jackal Among Snakes

Argent was a decadent place. The walls and floor were made of silver, polished so as to reflect all within its walls. Just about everything else was an imperial purple—furniture, carpets, curtains. These decorations had gemstones, and though bordering on gaudy they did further the beauty of the place. It was truly a home for a lord, by Argrave’s reckoning. It was a shame, then, that such a pretty place was marred by the heartless bastard owning it.

The moment that Argrave’s feet met the silver ground of Argent, he activated the Blessing of Supersession. It felt like a cork in his chest had been removed—a cork holding back all the world’s oceans. His own magic supply felt meager and useless as absolute power rushed over him. The feeling was growing familiar, and that disquieted Argrave.

After a second of allowing himself to adjust to the feeling, Argrave held his hand out, using the C-rank [Electric Eel]. The magic constructs started to form in his hand, then jumped up into the air. One, four, thirteen, sixteen—their numbers amplified by the second. He threw away notions of the magic debt he’d accrue, focusing instead on one thing—ending this quickly.

“You said it’s on the seventeenth floor,” Galamon said, looking towards the stairs. “Is that up or down?”

“It’s the second highest floor, so up,” Argrave clarified, stepping towards the stairs.

The floor they were on was empty. All within had undoubtedly moved to confront the chaos outside and were on a lower floor—perhaps some who had been outside would be moving to confront Argrave, having seen his flashy entrance, but he doubted they’d make it here quickly.

Argrave kept a steady speed, diverting much of his attention to keeping the ever-growing cloud of electric eels from bumping into a wall and dissipating. He was tempted to send his Brumesingers ahead to scout, but he wasn’t confident he could maintain focus if he accepted yet more stimuli.

The stairs were, fortunately, a straight shot to the seventeenth floor. Galamon led, and Anneliese covered the back, her single Brumesinger trailing closely behind. She held Garm in hand, the severed head fully exposed. He watched Argrave, expression pensive—doubtless he had questions about the Blessing of Supersession. They kept a steady pace for a long while, passing by room after room of varying purpose.

After a time, Galamon stopped Argrave. “People above. A group. They’re scared… not warriors,” he disclosed, voice echoing out from his helmet.

Argrave paused, brain struggling between maintaining and growing the cloud of lightning above and digesting the information given to him.

“Oh,” Argrave nodded, the answer coming to him. “The breeders. It’s how the Lord of Silver maintains their appearance. They’re harmless, but there could be guards—Vessels. Be cautious.”

Galamon nodded, and then stepped up with quiet steps. Once they got far enough up the stairs, Galamon ducked quickly, dodging a burst of water struck the ceiling behind and dented the silver. Anneliese stepped forward, conjuring a B-rank ward with her ring, and then the party advanced upwards.

Jets of water assailed the ward, chipping at it, yet it remained firm—the attacks could not even be compared to Yarra’s. Two bodies of water danced about the luxurious room. A group of people was huddled in the back, but Argrave could not focus on them.

moving—the projectile aimed at a great mass of water and did not approach its infantile form, so perhaps it did not fear the attack. But

it was slow. Near twenty sparking constructs struck the heart of the Vessel, and it immediately lost all purpose, leaving behind only a charred lump. Its water flooded the

retrieved his axe, stepping out to receive it. As it writhed along the

another opening, another opportunity to jump in, yet the Vessel remained cautious. Feeling frustrated by the loss of time, Argrave brought the bulk of his electric eels, sending them after the Vessel in a bullheaded rush intended to end things

managed to hit home. Writhing like a beheaded snake for but a moment, the Vessel died and its water dispersed, flooding the room. Argrave looked about, assessing for any

Argrave’s gaze was directed towards the huddled people in the back of the room. The majority of their features were snow white—hair, skin, even eyebrows. There were many women, while only

from these people’s offspring. Their appearance is perceived to embody ‘silver,’ and so they’re kept here,” Argrave explained to his companions with a

majority of the albinos seemed to have a great deal of difficulty seeing properly,

took action, and so Argrave realized he’d have to do something. “The Vessels are dead,” he called out. “You should stay here, out of sight. Soon enough, everything

call out

B-rank ward as she moved, then pulled Argrave into its cover. A jet of silver liquid slammed into the golden shield. It succeeded in halting the attack only for a second before its sheer power punctured the ward. Argrave tried to pull his head out

Quarrus, stood at the stairs, descending from a higher floor. His white hair danced through the air, almost alive, and his pink eyes were cold. Argrave prepared to cast his own ward, but the lord’s hand reformed from

he said coldly, lowering his hand. His body began to bubble beneath his silver robes, expanding. “More capable than I imagined.

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He’d forgotten his father’s decree that he would be exiled, he’d forgotten the coming confrontation

so. Or perhaps it was in his blood.

whipped at his face and he clenched the reins of his wyvern tight in hand as it soared above the city of Sethia. The battlefield had become a site of wanton slaughter. The wyverns of the southern tribes attacked the

that proved to be true—Durran could not count them because of their

Boarmask above the whipping wind. “I need you to land. I

“What?” Durran returned. “Why?”

Boarmask shouted. “His men—they’re killing

saw archers fire strange, enchanted arrows that seemed

neck. Recognizing his command, the great beast descended towards the city. It eventually landed on the walls of Sethia, and Boarmask removed what was

you do?” questioned

safety!” Boarmask shouted. “And deal with Titus, should I