Jackal Among Snakes
Chapter 193
Swamps were never intended to accommodate grand fortresses. That fact became apparent as they pressed onwards into the mire of misery, the screaming mists and twisting grounds stayed only by Silvic’s protection. The wading water lessened, and they planted their feet upon dry ground—or at least, as dry as mud could get.
Once they saw stone bricks, the harrowing fog around them began to dissipate—that did not diminish the lightlessness, though, and when Argrave looked up, he spotted branches of a towering tree above. The tree dwarfed skyscrapers, even. It was a verdant thing with bright green leaves. The leaves had patterns on them that looked vaguely like faces. Closest to the tree’s trunk, long and thick vines descended, bearing bright red fruits that looked full of juice.
Though the crying fog had been a source of great discomfort, its sudden absence was just as unsettling. They passed by wreckages of stone; one tower sunk into the mud so completely only its top could be seen, and its ballista had been consumed by algae and other growth. Soon enough, the fortress itself came into view. It walls sunk and rose in random places, some towering thirty feet while other portions were barely a step above where they stood. The gate to the fortress was crooked, and its iron portcullis looked to have been ripped apart by something.
Argrave could barely see roots beyond the crooked gate. Orion, who’d been leading, stopped, and Argrave caught up to him.
“I can feel it. The evil in the air. It’s so thick I can smell it,” Orion growled.
“Ideally, you’ll be able to see it and kill it soon enough,” Argrave consoled him.
Orion looked back, and though the words had been a jest in part, they seemed to make Orion only more eager.
Argrave took a deep breath and clenched his fists. He still felt a little anemic, both from the battle on the Marred Hallowed Grounds and the confrontation with the gibbons earlier. Nevertheless, there was no time for him to wallow. He was sure he’d be fine.
“Anneliese, Galamon, Durran…” he looked back, but his question caught in his throat. They were ready, all of them—Durran with glaive in hand, Anneliese with hair braided back for combat, Galamon with his Giantkillers held tight in each hand. He could rely on them.
But they had to rely on him, too, he knew. Never again, came that mantra once more, ringing in Argrave’s head. Never again let your incapability endanger them.
“Let’s go,” Argrave said instead of his question. “Silvic, stay out of the fighting. I’ll need all your help to get to Waqwaq. We’ll wait for Orion and his knights to thin the foes… and I’ll look for an opportunity to rush in.”
entire interior of the fortress had been subsumed into this
nooses, tightly packed and uncountable. They landed on the ground, truly dead… but the
all undecayed as though they’d died yesterday and not years ago. One
itself burst into flames. “The fires of Gael’s justice will burn you through, my brothers and sisters, and I will cast your
down. I’ll be in there, Argrave
sound. The puppeteered mages threw fire, ice, and lightning upon Orion as he pressed forward. The archers, too, rained arrows upon him. The prince dodged the attacks with inhuman finesse. Even those spells he could not dodge—namely, the lightning magic—did not slow him in the slightest. The
the vanquished knights of an invasion past rushed forth to confront him. His aflame mace seemed to trivialize his foes. Their shields of steel would crumple like thin tin
that never once seemed able to overcome the terrifying prince blessed by the gods. They were too many to count—to say a
were royal knights of House Vasquer, chosen from the best knights of the kingdom and given equipment enchanted to the highest possible modern standards. They were more than that, too—the waxpox made their skin as hard
far from the conflict with his companions close at hand. The battle raged louder and louder as more joined. They quickly dealt with what few targeted them, looking for any
spotted a thin in the constant trickle of dead pouring from the roots. “After me,” he shouted, stepping forth.
them, and as Argrave and his companions neared, that strategy changed accordingly. A wing of troops trying to engage Orion and his Waxknights broke free, attempting to confront them. Yet Argrave and
for lightning magic, Galamon caught them all with his Giantkillers. Lightning magic was the perfect counter to other mages, yet they had a lightning
a stray arrow in his helmet’s cheek, and he stumbled. Argrave slowed for his companion, but Galamon grabbed him
you gave me at Jast, might be I’d
tree block them. Argrave looked to Anneliese. She understood his meaning without
and twisted out of the ground in snake-like spirals, casting aside the crowd of dead with ease. Argrave looked back in time to see Silvic pulling
plethora of tangled roots at the foot of the
though resisting whatever force was being exerted upon it. Then, the roots, the largest of which were twice as thick as Galamon, started to coil. They whipped about, scattering dirt and stone everywhere, and bored through the
her hand, a great tunnel that looked like a path of woven wicker stretched on into darkness. Argrave
first to press into the tunnel. Argrave chuckled despite the situation and ducked low, following just behind
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