Jackal Among Snakes
Chapter 310
Argrave stared at Galamon as red mist poured out of his body. He was running things through his head in a panic, yet held out his hands to follow his course of action.
“Remember what we talked about, Galamon,” Argrave called out. “Stay conscious. All your years of experience in fighting this thing—use it. You are stronger than the beast.”
A spell matrix whirled in Argrave’s hand—one of C-rank. Then, his black blood started to come free of his hand, bringing the pain that came with blood magic all too familiar to Argrave. He used the spell [Putrid Paramerion], summoning a potent weapon of blood that took the form of the curved sword from which the spell took its name.
The red mist responded to this spell like piranhas smelling blood in the water. It started to flow towards Argrave, coalescing into biting fangs that threatened to chip away at the impeccable surface of the bloody blade.
“Muriem, Rhomaden,” Argrave repeated. “What do those names mean to you?”
Looking at Galamon, whose eyes had been completely obscured by the glowing red mist pouring out of his orifices, it was difficult to feel as though he was talking to a person.
“How did you meet Muriem?” Argrave asked, expecting no answer. He pulled the blade close to him and knelt until his face was level with Galamon’s. “And how did that lead to that little boy you named Rhomaden? I don’t need the details, just think about it.”
No noise came from Galamon, either way. The people nearby stared at Argrave strangely… all except Anneliese. In his free hand, Argrave cast another spell—a druidic spell. His Brumesingers scampered out of his clothing, surprising both Svetlana and Ganbaatar. The elf, who still held his wire around Galamon’s neck, had the forbearance to refrain from anything stupid. The small fox creatures hated the cold, yet they obeyed Argrave’s order nonetheless. Their mist spread out around them, prepared for combat.
“Keep him steady,” Argrave commanded all nearby. Then, he plunged the blade forth.
The curved sword of blood pierced Galamon’s abdomen, and the snow elf naturally writhed for a moment. The mist pouring from Galamon started to coalesce—not around the blade, but back into Galamon.
“Fight it!” Argrave shouted. “You don’t want this blood. The beast wants the blood. Let the beast have it—let the beast take it! But Galamon, you must refrain, because that’s not what you want,” Argrave said through clenched teeth, fighting past the enormity of his instincts that screamed at him not to hurt his companion.
so many ways. Yet then… Argrave started to notice something else beyond his movements. There was something else… a red echo, so faint it was almost indiscernible.
not quite right. It did not merely follow what he did… indeed, it had different desires. It wanted the blood, the valuable black blood, placed right directly through
Think of food, of breathing, of drinking water again! Think of setting foot upon the frozen shores of Veiden! Think of stepping
started to differ from what Galamon was doing. As though craning against invisible bindings, it reached, pulling against the force, trying to bring its hands inward to grasp the blade of blood plunged into its stomach. The surface of the blade started to chip away, and Argrave could only supply more blood
him. “Your end’s not in sight. Not until you’ve done what the world needs you to do. Your family, your friends… Damn you, you’re going to do what I need you to do. I got a big burden, and I ain’t so tough…” Argrave rose to his feet and put his boot on Galamon’s shoulder. “But you’ve got enough
he’d been baiting. All watched Argrave with shock and awe… then, the blade shot out, and Argrave staggered back. Galamon slumped over, no strength left in him, and Ganbaatar kneeled as he fell so as not to cut his
and they were larger than even him. With indiscriminate red features, Galamon’s vampiric beast looked at Argrave. And the
his stomach. Argrave tried to retreat to the defense of his Brumesingers as was planned, but it was far faster. One of its hands pierced Argrave’s stomach.
the Brumesingers had. Their chiming howls echoed and their mist spread out, and before long five spears held by five warriors thrust towards the vampiric beast. Recognizing the situation, it disentangled and
Brumesingers. The beast changed targets to Anneliese. The thing moved so ridiculously quickly that the only thing she could do was conjure a ward with
its speed. She, too, barely managed to get a ward up. The creature learned from its brief encounter with Anneliese and was prepared to dart away, using both its legs and arms for tremendous speed. It made no sounds and left no
to Svetlana, Argrave was ruing underestimating the beast itself. It was a relatively weak, if speedy, construct that he assumed would be dispatched the moment people saw it. Even Anneliese, who had been informed beforehand, could not act fast enough. He neglected to make the proper preparations. As it
to release her spell by this point and cast the B-rank [Cloudborn Chain]. It was a bolt of lightning that manifested as a quick moving chain. It struck the vampiric beast, and though a great bit of it was blown away, it reformed just as quickly. The lightning from the spell spread out along the ground, conducting through and shocking Svetlana. She staggered to the ground, yet managed to cast her own spell—a
most unexpected choice. It started to run away, heading away from the abandoned ranch house and towards the city. Anneliese cast more lighting spells, and Vasilisa joined in as well—the thing was so fast
cursed, his wound finally healed. He started conjuring [Electric Eels], yet already the creature was getting away. He feared some
wires were free of Galamon’s throat. He threw out his left hand, and another knife flew through the air. The creature dodged again, and then made to keep running. Ganbaatar manipulated his
severed in half, persisted in solid shape as the two of them walked towards it. Its lower half was regenerating ever so slowly. Argrave felt like he was staring at an echo of Galamon. He was reminded of the time he’d seen the man
put his boot on the
heartbeat,” Ganbaatar returned. The creature tried to reach at Argrave’s foot
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