Jackal Among Snakes

“It’ll be hard,” Argrave stared at Anneliese as he spoke, the both of them now on foot. “Not to mention the other problems we might encounter in the city. Everyone will need heavy security.”

Argrave’s whole inner circle had gathered, and everyone sent nervous glances towards the distant blackening Dragon Palace. There was someone else with them—Duke Sumner.

“But it could be all we have,” Anneliese reminded him. “Orion’s presence is the only reason this thing has not spilled out onto the streets, if I understand you right.”

Argrave nodded at her, eyes lingering on the walls. “Then we don’t have any time to lose. Sumner, that breach in the walls you mentioned orchestrating—you’re sure you can get your army in position at the right time?”

“Definitely,” Sumner nodded. “If your people have to scale all the way up that mountain, we’ll be there long before it happens. I have questions about… whatever in the worldthat creature was,” the veteran mage shuddered, for he, too, had scouted out the Dragon Palace with druidic magic alongside Anneliese. “But if Your Majesty is confident enough to lead at the front into battle to vanquish it, I will follow.”

Argrave patted his shoulder as he walked past him. “Good,” he left the duke that praise. The others fell in line beside him, moving to begin their advance. “Elenore, don’t take any risks. You’ll be well-protected, but things can still happen. We experienced what happens there once before, trapped… and now someone’s behind this. Maybe someone familiar to you.”

“I know,” his sister answered back. “But you won’t be well-protected. Perhaps you ought to worry about yourself.”

“I know,” Argrave repeated the same thing she’d said. “I’m used to this sort of thing, in case you forgot.”

“Go, then,” she nodded patiently, gray eyes ill at ease.

Elenore remained behind, Argrave’s royal guards and two loyal A-rank mages staying by her side to protect her as they advanced.

“Is there something else troubling you?” Anneliese asked as they walked onwards.

once, then said, “Hegazar and Vera are

Vasilisa asked

bracer on his arm, then pulled

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brick fell free, shimmering with broken enchantments. Then, they all started to fall one after another, cascading down the mountain and dislodging yet more rock until they fell down into the city of Dirracha. Even from far away, she could see something foul and black leaking out. She saw what she thought

is Traugott doing?!” Georgina called up

without being peppered by insane princes or arrows. Take advantage of this. Talk less,

the mountain, using mountain-climbing gear to speed their ascent. Though they might’ve taken the Royal Road, the sole normal entrance to the palace, the two of

rumblings from the devastating battle in the palace. Georgina felt something was very wrong, but she did not voice her thoughts in wake of her commander’s words. Eventually, a stone overhang blocked them from proceeding further. Georgina used a rope with a hook at the end, aiming for a

all stood on a balcony overlooking the city, beyond which there was a brown and dying garden that had thrived, once. “Looks like Orion hasn’t been maintaining it. Alright,” the duke

the tower in question—it was just barely visible. There, the wicked warping darkness

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half a dozen slowly-healing wounds, and his armor had been torn in so many places. Opposite him, the humanoid from the realm of darkness bore not

a flexible weapon of shadow took form in its hand. It sent it forth like a whip, and Orion darted to the side. Once its weapon settled it flicked its wrist at the prince in a fluent motion. The flexible strand of darkness jumped again and Orion barely ducked low enough to dodge. The whip-like weapon tore through the walls and the ceiling as though the bricks were

a staff, or sent it whipping inhumanly fast as it tore apart this ancient palace with ease. The creature was intelligent, brutally powerful, and impossibly fast despite its size; Orion found no openings. Instead, he was forced on a desperate defense that called

by unlimited power, and now reveled in its ability. And perhaps it did. Orion saw that whenever it conjured its weapon again, its body lost

time to lose himself in fanciful thoughts. The abomination struck out with its foot, hitting the prince squarely in the chest. He staggered back, winded. Before he could get his bearing, the thing raised its weapon up, stabbed it into the ground, and used it as a lever to open a great gash in the floor.

didn’t manage to stabilize himself but flipped upside down dangerously. He slid down, barely clinging onto the last bit of stone before a titanic drop. With all the strength he had left, he crawled his way

up at it as he spit out blood to the wind. With a bestial lunge,

allow you to walk beyond this