Jackal Among Snakes

Chapter 672: Have You Ever Been

Anneliese watched the rise and fall of Argrave’s chest to remind herself that he still breathed. She could see a stunning lack of presence with her [Truesight]—and elsewhere in the obsidian chamber, saw Argrave’s golden soul brimming with vitality far removed from where it should be. She couldn’t fully describe the implement that Raven had used, but she was near certain that he had once used the same thing to clash together Garm’s and Durran’s souls.

“What will he actually be experiencing?” Lorena questioned as she stared down at the motionless body of Argrave.

A new face appeared on the side of Raven’s body, and it asked her, “You don’t know?”

“I didn’t know if it would work, even if my theories were sound,” the dragon said honestly, and Anneliese looked up at her in surprise. “My whole life, I’ve acted with confidence even when I haven’t had it. I suppose the two are indistinguishable from one another.”

“I’ve anchored his soul to his body, but displaced it.” Raven pointed elsewhere in the room—particularly, where Argrave’s soul lingered. “His objective is merely to find his way home to repossess his body. After, we’ll move onto more advanced doings—heading to a separate location, and then returning to his body. As for ‘what,’ well…” Raven paused, searching for words—something that was very infrequent for him. “There is nothing in this world like experiencing life through soul alone. The possibilities feel limitless, yet are nonetheless tightly constrained by the world itself.”

Lorena raised a brow. “You make it sound almost… fun.”

“As fun as any drug. It’s a thrill-seeker’s paradise.” Raven shook his head. “I cannot recommend it because of that.”

“I’ll take your word for it. Still, how long do you think it’ll take for Argrave?” Lorena pressed.

“Getting impatient?” He asked her.

“No.” Lorena shook her head distantly. “Gerechtigkeit’s not the only one who’s used to waiting for a single chance—a single opportunity, presenting itself after millennia of nothing.” Her bright eyes flared brilliantly, and Anneliese studied her face intensely. Lorena quickly added, “After all, my people mate very infrequently, and live very long lives.”

Lorena and Anneliese’s eyes met, only for the young queen’s gaze to break away and look back to Argrave uncertainly. She cast continued glances in the direction of the dragon, feeling some vague nugget of hope yet not daring to voice it lest it be a ruse. Her words about opportunity… could they mean Lorena need no convincing to betray? Or could she working for the Heralds even still, attempting to lure them out by implying her resolve was weak? Whatever the case, Anneliese could not confide the plan.

“On the matter of your people, how do you watch us?” Raven inquired of Lorena as they all waited for Argrave.

“The moon is our conduit,” Lorena explained. “We tap into it to scry. The pact that I’ve formed with it allows as much. It becomes, metaphorically speaking, a gigantic eye that we use to peer upon this planet. It doesn’t see as we understand, but it does ‘see.’ I know that doesn’t make much sense. It takes a long while to learn how to use its sight, but once you do…” She looked up at Raven. “We can know everything, everywhere.”

Raven looked back at her. “I dislike that.”

Lorena laughed heartily. “Why? You mislike having some secret research of yours out in the public?”

“If you’ve seen all, you know my personal failings.” Raven clenched his fist. “Argrave and his coterie being vaguely privy was already far too many for my liking. But now, a whole people know.”

“Of course we know—and we sympathize, Raven. You were a child playing with something you don’t understand,” she said, then shook her head. “You can’t be blamed for what damage you did.”

you even guess what I did and didn’t understand?” Raven asked, a touch of anger in his

was even born. You call subsuming the flesh of another ‘potentiation.’ We have a similar word for it in our tongue. Much of our childhood is spent learning and adapting to it. You

see the disbelief etched in the typically-unreadable Raven as he asked, “Your

a tenth as moody.” She pinched his arm, and he pulled it away in surprise.

deeply. He clutched his head

at the

quietly. “The special one

time to gather himself, gently rubbing his chest. “The clouds tried to strangle me as I crossed the moat of pointed trees aflame with accusatory fire.” He

a solemn nod. “It could be compared to a battle between souls, yet without an active enemy besides from the forces of the world that seek to

the land.” Argrave

prepared. You just have to

Road, this narrative should be reported

“Do you think you

her hand tight as his other hand scratched the side of his neck. “I had a diamond fishhook stuck in my neck. Raven was sitting on his big red boat, reeling me in at all times. Even when I had those cement shoes on,

True danger will come

Elenore dealing with the Blackgard Union, and Sophia.” Argrave raised his hand to Anneliese’s shoulder, then gripped it. “Look after them, please. Make sure everything goes perfectly. I can go back in the belly

said into his ear, “Alright. You know… I think you might have the opportunity to clash souls with

opportunity to loop Raven in on their plan, without the Heralds catching

it,” Argrave answered back, a hint of knowing on

amend that,” Raven added, ignorant

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hard,” Lorena marveled as

ever the vigilant monitor. “It’s quite a thing to see competency assembled. It only comes in times of great change—when the old is wiped away and replaced with something else. It’s only something competent than can uproot deeply entrenched systems, after all.” He turned his head to look down at

stared back

asked, “Was what you

I’ll give you that, but you weren’t acting alone. People tried to use you as a force of change. They fostered your rampage. You were caught between countless forces, shepherded and

her soul-piercing eyes. “I was still

I’m not retelling the tale. Suffice to say, I speak from personal experience when I say that making a monster of yourself in the eyes of all who look doesn’t help you repent. More importantly, it doesn’t do anything for the people who you hope to

“Are you suggesting I become more like you—carefree,

only laughed at what was his obvious deprecation of her character. “No, never that. It’s far more spiriting, though, to be a symbol of hope in the wake of failure, or to be a