Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave was the only one who could stop Sataistador.

That wasn’t a grandiosity complex, merely the facts of the situation. Argrave should’ve put some of the pieces together when he saw Governor Ji Meng tear his own rib out to make the array that warded away divinity. The governor was dead now, unfortunately, but at least he got to see his granddaughter’s wedding.

Regardless, the Stormfield was shamanic magic, true enough. But it was more than that. It was blood magic.

“Thief god, space god, I need you to defend me from Sataistador. He’s quiet enough now, but in a few moments, everything inside and outside the Palace of Heaven is going to become a warzone as his little soldiers show their face. Almazora, I need you to amplify the power of the blood in my body. And Anneliese… I need you to keep me alive.”

He spoke only the names he had verified in Erlebnis’ wiki. Except Anneliese, that is. He would never confuse her with another. Unless he was, which would be rather embarrassing.

“What are you talking about?” Anneliese questioned as Argrave looked upon Sataistador, who still kneeled bleeding.

“Why should we take orders from the man with a crooked face?” Space god questioned—he thought the name was Raccomen, but he couldn’t be sure.

Argrave ran his hand over his face. Was it crooked? He thought he’d put it back on right. He dropped his hand down and pointed. “You’re talking to me about being crooked, after that stunt you pulled? Listen, tomorrow I can be straight, but you’ll be dead forever if you don’t shut up and suit up. I promise I can explain everything after this is over.” Argrave conjured a dagger of blood magic, then walked out onto the glass cover of the Stormfield and kneeled. “I learned some things. Just do as I say, or this whole continent is going to fall into chaos.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sataistador gurgled, looking at Argrave as smoke billowed all around him. He seemed like an erupting volcano, wreathed in smoke while his neck erupted with blood. “You have no idea what you’re doing.”

But in the smoke, figures danced—figures eerily similar to the god of war. The army, it would seem, was on the march. The first wave of soldiers was soon to arrive.

Argrave rolled up his right sleeve. “Almazora—do your part. Empower my blood. I know you can do that—I read all about it.”

of magic walked up behind him, kneeling. “I trust your intentions, but what you’re asking… it could kill you, even with Anneliese’s intervention. And even if it

the wiki. Still, I can’t beat him unless you lend me some of your

of his head… and

wrists. These weren’t attention-getting cuts from

the glass plate on the floor. He met the god of war’s green eyes. Fire burned within

Erlebnis… maybe the bastard was right in losing his cool, desperately trying to kill you. It looks like he broke his word, blabbed about my intentions to

through the pain,

him. Maybe it was blood loss. Maybe it was his Erlebnisitis. But when the darkness rose to take

god of war awaited him

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talk the man back from the

has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it

It was made of the blood of its creator, the first emperor of the Great Chu. His blood alongside his ingenuity lent the arrays incredible power, incredible dominance, over the entire continent. But another feature of

Sacrifice.

Sataistador had failed against the Palace of Heaven. Frankly… he hadn’t. In another time, during another cycle, Sataistador had overcome the same odds that Argrave had. He breached the walls of the fortress, and was going to enter triumphantly. Before he could, the Emperor of the Great Chu at the time disemboweled himself just above the Stormfield. The death of one mortal man was sufficient to

or another to dismantle the empire—to tear it apart, piece by piece. Sometimes it fragmented, sometimes it fell into civil war…

followed after

darkness, the harsh bark of thunder jolted his eyes open, and he turned his head around frantically. He spotted an axe soaring through the air, headed right for him. Argrave instinctively sent out a blood echo and teleported, and it worked flawlessly. Argrave

You’re a soldier I’d have loved to have on my side, back in the day. Stone cold, brilliant, and with balls big enough to shrug off Erlebnis’ assault to come pick a fight with me right after. Makes my damn

Just from the context of the situation, Argrave suspected that it was the Stormfield. The few crevices Argrave saw

to fight, he spotted some movement in a crevice just behind Sataistador. His face warped with shock when Governor Ji Meng crept out from the darkness, then cast some magic right into the back of Sataistador’s head. The lone soldier’s head blew clean off in a burst of flame, and the one fragment of the god of