Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave had been hearing reports from Anneliese about how the reignited battle looked. She called it many things—chaos, indiscriminate destruction. Looking upon it with his own two eyes, he could think of few adjectives beyond that. Aspects of dragons, great chasms in the earth, titans formed of wind… it was a grand display of death. Spells of the highest order battered at the elven gods, cast without end.

From their spot in the distant canopies, the emissaries of Erlebnis almost looked… normal. They seemed nothing more than a lone regiment, perhaps a little more than one hundred in number. But from his perspective as one endowed with the sight of an A-rank mage, these emissaries were alight with unprecedented power, catching his eyes like falling stars in a pitch-black night. They used their lord Erlebnis’ blessing, and Argrave saw its true potential on clear display.

The gods and the elves had been split into two separate forces, each retreating from the open plains Kirel Qircassia made back into the forest. Dimocles had been lying when he said this battle was already decided, just as Argrave had thought. Nine or so emissaries dealt with the elven army, doing nothing more than engaging with the spellcasters on the elves’ side—they sent wards and the occasional probing attack. Though the spells were enough to rock the earth, both forces possessed spellcasters capable of S-rank spells.

The rest of the emissaries, however, dealt solely with the elven gods. With nine on the army and one hundred on the gods, it seemed an uneven split… but the gods needed to be their sole focus, as they were the true threat on this battlefield. They kept them contained with constant spells, assailing from all sides. Even still, they could not fully stop their retreat. They advanced steadily backwards, abandoning Kirel Qircassia’s breach.

Leading the emissaries was the traitor, Chiteng. His ivory blade caught some spells the emissaries cast, using them to add power as he fought against his own family. Merata met his blade time and time again with his crook, showing crude strength and expertise in equal measure. Each time the ivory met wood, a loud crack echoed out, like a bat struck a wall.

“Ghan is badly injured. A great cut renders him incapable, starting from his throat and leading down to his groin. He bleeds spirits in abundance, despite attempts to staunch this,” Anneliese told Argrave. “Merata is leading them. From something I overheard, they attempt to retreat back to their heart of power. I think… for now, they can manage a retreat. But as Erlebnis’ power grows, and as more emissaries come to bear… they will be overrun.”

Argrave watched closely. As Anneliese said, Merata, the eldest son, took the defense in their retreat. Gunlik, the third eldest after Chiteng, supported his father while the matriarch Ujin attempted to clear a retreat path with the rest of the gods. But the emissaries were a cold and unfeeling regiment possessing mechanical discipline and a near-foolproof strategy.

“They divide themselves into three units,” Anneliese observed beside Argrave. “One actively engages. One is reserve. The other is resupplying.”

And it was just as Anneliese said. The frontliners attacked, their Blessing of Supersession fully engaged. Mana ripples filled the air as they used spells far beyond Argrave’s ken—dragons born of flame burned through Merata’s power of woodworking while great stretches of earth gave beneath them, turning into inhuman jaws that ate at their legs. Swords of wind as tall as trees stabbed at their heads, swung towards their throats… it was a constant devilish assault. On the inverse, any attempt at attack from the gods was met with a complete defense from multiple S-rank wards, each so large and strong that all of the emissaries were protected simultaneously. Erlebnis’ emissaries were small—but small size was an advantage, not a disadvantage, in this case.

When the vanguard emissaries lost their power of the blessing granted to them by Erlebnis, they fell back, joining the resupplying unit while the reserve unit became the frontliners. With the reserve up front, the assault began once more. In the resupply unit, the now-diminished emissaries used another of their abilities—rapid absorption of ambient magic, to repay any debt incurred. The emissaries had very little natural magic: all they had was an intense ability to replenish that supply. It was all designed to repay the debt the Blessing of Supersession incurred.

When the frontliners ran out of their five minutes, they became the new backliners. The reserves became the frontliners, and the backliners became the reserve. It was a revolving door of efficient destruction. The spells, though grand, were measured and precise, spending enough magic to slowly kill their foes while retaining the ability to recover before joining the front.

This display of magic defied human standards. And it was why they weren’t human.

“The gods can get away if they play this right.” Argrave looked to where the breach was. Merata’s fortress of wood constructed around it still stood strong, but he wasn’t sure how long that would last. “But I’m not sure how long they last after this. A few days? A week, two, at best? And without pressure on Kirel Qircassia and his breach, in a while the emissaries aren’t going to be the only ones hunting them.”

“Did you truly say Kirel Qircassia was stronger than Erlebnis?” Anneliese questioned, watching all ahead.

Orion narrowed his brows as he watched. “Kirel can’t be stronger. We won against him. Against this… can there be victory?”

manifestation. They tap into Erlebnis’ power directly through the Blessing of Supersession, and then use mortal methods—namely, magic—to make full use of that power. His servants are the weakest imaginable,

emissary emerged, walking on the high branches delicately. They had been speaking behind

he moved his weight. Just after the emissary came Onychinusa. She

it spoke. “The new acting Supreme Myriarch Altan has been informed of this new development. She

you inform her?” Argrave pressed. “Just so I know there’s no misunderstanding. An unclear

elves were a largely faithless lot, yet many soldiers need spiritual fulfillment in the wake of death. Many seeking spiritual satisfaction or more… material advancement, shall we say, found His innumerable shrines dotted throughout Berendar. It

rouse the Spanish Inquisition back home.

at the tan,

you need her to,” the emissary put its big hand on her shoulder, and it nearly hid her head with the sheer size of

Onychinusa. As ever, she couldn’t meet his gaze, and seemed generally frustrated with this situation. He decided to brief her, saying authoritatively, “You seem to dislike talking, so I’ll say only this—if asked, you’re

“Okay,” she answered flatly.

pity her. He’d keep interactions to a minimum, do what needed to be done, and then part ways. It’d make the final juncture of this plan simpler… both for her

Argrave waved his hand onward as he readied to jump off the branch.

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fireworks from afar was wholly different from having

had been fierce and devastating and loud… but the assault of the emissaries ate away sound, almost entirely drowning out the constant horn the elves sounded in desperate call for retreat. The earth shook, the air was

the show, don’t we?!” Argrave shouted to the two with him at the front—specifically, Onychinusa and

to join the elven army and provide aid. With the Magisters spent from the battle the day prior, only Argrave, Anneliese, and Onychinusa remained at relatively peak condition. And so

with the gods and comparing it to the battle here, it was almost clear Erlebnis’ servants held back a great deal. Regardless, Argrave didn’t care if they were being benevolent, holding up their side of this twisted

hands out, miming a bow. His blood echoes spilled out from his body, and a distant onlooker might think he split into many. Each of them readied the spell [Bloodfeud Bow] in tandem, spending their essence to prepare for

face Argrave squarely. The closest cast a spell of wind, and a ripping tornado erupted forth, tearing the ground up as it came. Still, Argrave advanced, confident in those

persisting. But after the tornado came other spells—a winding serpent dragon of flame came next, but it was soon overtaken by a loud explosion of too-quick lightning magic, and

spell, the elven army seized this opportunity

preparing sped above the ground to meet the coming assault. Some of the maroon arrows split through approaching attacks entirely, heading directly for the emissaries. For a brief moment he was ecstatic, feeling

combined defense could withstand a gods’ attack.

blood magic did leave its mark on the battlefield, though. All casting stopped for a brief moment, replaced by the

the intensity of their attacks. It was almost too much to handle, yet Anneliese did not waver, casting ward