Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave stared at the torrents of sludgy liquid metal pour down, illuminating their surroundings with some emitted light. He looked up at the Alchemist.

“Looks like… you did it,” he said, breathing heavily. “Just in time for the second phase.”

“I should be surprised that you did it. Your role was always my concern,” the Alchemist said cooly. Hands emerged from his body, running over each of them and casting healing magic. Orion was so badly injured that healing magic alone would not restore him to fighting condition—only time regenerating with his own blessings would cure his ills.

Argrave looked back at Hause and her court of mortal servants. They gave their party a cautious distance, acting more as temporary allies in misery than fellow participants in this heist. He didn’t know what her being here meant—either for this fight, or for the distant future. But they had succeeded. A challenge remained. Namely, getting the hell out of this place.

The Keeper walked across the top of the flowing liquid, and neither Mozzahr nor Argrave made to fight with this new arrival. They were like animals snarling at each other—even though they knew a conflict was inevitable, it still came with consequences that forced caution from both of them.

“You came into our home, bringing along a foul and monstrous mortal whose strength could be likened to a god’s,” the Keeper said contemptuously. “You killed hundreds of our emissaries, destroyed a Lodestar of the Annals of the Universe, and stole its power. You entered this vault, putting an end to creatures that have been alive longer than any of you. Have you any idea what it took to entrap those dragons? Do you know what Erlebnis surrendered to earn the fealty of the King of Beasts?”

“Ruining your home was part of the plan.” Argrave slowly rose to his feet, still feeling unimaginably drained. He didn’t think he could muster casting another Domain of Law. The Blessing of Supersession left him not too long after Mozzahr’s attack, and he’d been forced away from the old domain when the vault crumbled around them. He was dangerously low on blood echoes—perhaps thirty remained.

“You’ve almost entirely destroyed this Museum of Artifacts within the Magic Wing,” the Keeper continued, walking closer. “And along the way, you… you and the Alchemist, have pilfered a collection we collected over millennia,” he said, shaking his head. “But… none of that matters. Because this only ends two ways.”

“Victory or defeat. That’s how I always wanted it,” Argrave nodded.

“No,” the Keeper laughed. “You can submit to eternal servitude, or you can die here, forgotten. You will be relegated to a small footnote in history—an accident analogous to a freak housefire. Either way, by freeing Hause… we don’t think it’ll be a net loss. We can finally utilize her abilities.”

Anneliese rose to her feet, coming to stand behind Argrave. “This conversation repeats time and time again, does it not?” He eyed her injuries, and she gave him a reassuring smile. She was pale from her wounds, even though they’d been sealed by magic. “They say we have no hope of victory. We disagree. And then, we win. Am I correct?”

“True enough,” Durran agreed, using a divine artifact fashioned as a spear to rise to his feet. “Cut him some slack. He’s knowledgeable, but it’s clear creativity can’t be learned. All Erlebnis can do is learn what other people discovered, then hoard it and trade it.”

living, yeah? No time for talk.” Melanie insisted, standing shakily. Orion agreed, and with Argrave’s support,

Keeper stared. Though his jaw did not move, his voice echoed in Argrave’s head. “In this realm, I can speak into your mind. But my brother… what do

mind and our bodies. There will be no reprieve, no rest. I will lead us away from this place. When we are in safety, come to me. I will

power by being struck while using the Blessing of Supersession and the Inerrant Cloak in

you would cut a path through Erlebnis, I will guard our rear.” Argrave had so much to ask

their full length. He brandished the weapons of the divine in each hand—swords, spears, all of it. The arms were flaccid and limp at first, but they slowly shifted and burst with muscle. The Alchemist lifted his head up, mouth wide open and teeth gnashing together. Then,

but he was consumed

A question surfaced in his mind—not the Keeper’s voice, and not his own…

Argrave stood atop a tower. He looked around furiously, then recognition dawned on him—this was the roof of one of the towers of the Dragon Palace in Dirracha. His heart beat, sounding like a great bass drum in his ear. In mental warfare… there’s always a chance at victory. He held his hand to his heart, doing

humanoid stood under him, its hand holding the tower in its palm. It was a Shadowlander. The moment Argrave recognized this its fingers clenched, crushing the tower. Argrave’s eyes

belltower in its hand, the bell still attached. It swung at him like a maniac, and each time the bell struck the Dragon Palace, it rung out in an ominous grandeur as the building crumbled away. Purple lightning struck all around him as he ran. When the roof ended, the great snake Vasquer’s body rose out, forming a pathway for

onto it. At once, another Shadowlander rushed at him. Argrave panicked for half a second before remembering this was a battle of the mind. In this mental world, he triggered the Blessing of Supersession, held out the Resonant Pillar, and received its attack without injury to himself.

until an army of red chrome men stood before him. They were perfect metallic recreations of great warriors. Some of them

recreation of their army. The Alchemist met the vanguard with an unmatched ferocity, brandishing the weapons pilfered from this vault with the fury of a demon. Argrave and his companions broke

ended the ancient elven empire. If not for their appearance, Argrave would’ve thought

When his vision returned, he stood behind a ward. Thousands of electric eels danced all around him, like a great curtain. And beyond it stood… well, himself. He charged a [Bloodfeud Bow], pointed right at his face. Though it took a moment, Argrave realized where he was. He was

Argrave released the [Bloodfeud Bow], and its bolt came flying at him. Argrave rooted around in his head, and found an answer quickly. This was his mind—spirits were not restrained here, as they were in Erlebnis’ vault.

through the fake him. Even still, the thousand electric eels swarmed down, ready to finish the job. Argrave conjured a ball of ice and shattered it with wind magic. The fragments exploded outwards, making the eels ineffectual. Argrave calmly walked through, where he came upon Induen

quickly cast a spell of wind magic to sever Induen’s head. The scene faded away… and Argrave was back

what have you

wind flew past, carrying her viscera with it. The sight was nauseatingly disgusting… but Argrave narrowed his

was almost too much to bear, but he narrowed his eyes and looked up. “I’m going to cry…” he began, voice shaking. “Do you honestly think Anneliese is so pitiful that I could kill her? Get a grip, you wormy bastard. And get out of my