Jackal Among Snakes

Galamon looked back at the soldiers arranged before him. The tactics and the discipline of the Veidimen were instilled into this human army so perfectly he nearly felt he was leading troops from his homeland. In them was the burning fire of responsibility and duty that made Galamon certain they would all be ready to march down through the tunnels and meet the blades of the Ebon Cult head on.

“Argrave sent word. They’re in Erlebnis’ realm,” Elenore’s voice entered his head.

Galamon reached for the Ebonice axe at his side and held it up into the air without another thought. He raised it high, and felt the surging power of Veid’s blessing coursing through his body. “We march!” he shouted, his pride and duty carrying with the words in a supernatural way.

The divine power that Veid had vested in him left his body, traversing the air with imperceptible speed before finding purchase in the hearts and minds of those he led. And as he turned, planting one foot in front of the other… the subjugation of the Ebon Cult began. But perhaps it would be two others who subjugated, first.

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Onychinusa stared at the empty air where Mozzahr had been a moment before, unpleasant feelings rising when she briefly felt the familiar sensation of Erlebnis. It had been so long since she last felt her former master’s realm… and it had become unpleasant. It was like the salty tang of blood, or the smell of the hands after touching certain metals.

Erlebnis no longer defined her. Instead, she was Onychinusa, last of the imperial bloodline of the ancient elves, and master of the dryads of the elven forest. And she had deigned to help her friend Anneliese—after all, the poor woman sorely needed her. And fittingly, the instrument of Onychinusa’s help embodied her bloodline, so she could not protest overmuch.

The Ebon Cult surrounding them fell into utter chaos after Mozzahr disappeared. He was the object of their worship, and he had been attacked and struck. His last command still rung in their mind, and two intruders persisted in their midst… but the two intruders were far more prepared for this outcome than the Ebon Cult. Castro and Onychinusa both raised their hands, spells prepared long in advance of the Ebon Cult collecting itself for battle.

They both cast one spell: [Subjugate], the S-rank shamanic spell created by her grandfather, Emperor Balzat.

The spirits and the magic within Onychinusa roared to life, merging together to form thick wires of malicious energy. It spiked outward from her hand in a cone, one tendril of power whipping forth for every head in her line of sight. The bolts moved with the speed of an arrow, piercing into the minds of the cultists by the thousands. They screamed in agony as the spell activated. The lesser among them collapsed to the floor, unconscious. The others grappled with tremendous pain as it took effect, most falling to the ground as their limbs failed.

[Subjugate] was a spell that subdued the mind and soul. It targeted the mind and the memories, shattering them both if the target did not possess spirits of their own to defend against the assault. The target’s faculties could be regained given time, but in the here and now, no other outcome was better suited for this situation. It isolated the mundane people from the spellcasters in one fell swoop, exposing their key targets.

The black wires of the malicious power of [Subjugate] faded away like strands of broken spider silk, and Onychinusa watched the standing foes with sneering derision as the masked fanatics panicked. She dared a glance behind, where Castro had left a scene of similar magnitude, then focused on her targets.

were her peer at S-rank levied their magic at her, and she isolated the one which did not use shamanic magic to assault. When the spell left her foe’s hand in the form of a great trident of lightning, she cast the C-rank [Requite]. Onychinusa’s spirits ensured his spell immediately turned against him, and electricity spread along the floor he stood, burning

cavern. She did not dare look back as she traversed as magical mist, and before her enemies even knew it, she stood at the fortress they had passed by on their way in. Shortly

so many others possessing that power

chaos.” He turned his head back, where the first of the army

in the air, watching the battlefield from above. Castro sighed, looking out into the dwarven city. The light of

forever, Onychinusa supposed, so long as the Castellan of the

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by the Alchemist had failed to take them out of the dwarven city. But no—what he saw was

feet. Realizing they’d succeeded, he sent

would come to fight one another. Back on the mortal world, the Ebon

of a hostile god with the most powerful human foe Argrave could conceive of ready and

gripped the spear, held out in

intuition says I require this spear to return. So…” he reached around his back, grasping where the weapon entered his body. He freed himself with ease, his

Argrave shouted, then held his hand up to call upon his blessing. A new blessing, in fact—Law’s blessing. “In this

him. He felt power in his body and boiling strength in his magic as the buff took effect. Orion and Melanie stepped to join the Alchemist and gripped the white spear, bracing on the

steady and immovable, but as more of Mozzahr’s Emptiness flowed into him, he strengthened. He overpowered Orion and

protect himself. Even despite Argrave using multiple blood magic spells, Durran and the Alchemist using S-rank spells, and Anneliese contributing amply… his single ward enhanced by his Emptiness held firm against them. It glowed teal, indicating he’d infused it with the mythical power he

stabbed into, and her blade traveled through the tear in space. When it appeared suddenly, stabbing right at his eye, Mozzahr released his grip on the spear to defend

through the portal, seeking to regain contact, but the Alchemist moved faster. Arms sprouted from his body, grabbing all of them, and then he completed the spell [Worldstrider]. Mozzahr

cried out,

felt like sleep might claim him at any minute. Darkness surrounded them