Jackal Among Snakes

Chapter 683: No More Runway

Durran stared out across the vast emptiness of the Burnt Desert. As he did, the words of the woman he loved echoed in his head.

I don’t want you to fight, Elenore had said. I want you to stay in Blackgard, with me.

As he saw the countless people of his homeland running away, he’d felt the words that he’d said after rang all the truer.

This is bigger than you or me alone, Durran had said. Not many people are willing to do what has to be done. If everyone listened to that voice in their head that told them to do what they want, no one would get anything they need.

Durran turned back, looking away from the Burnt Desert and turning his gaze toward its coast. The ocean itself throbbed and pulsed, ascending to greater heights until it began to dwarf the mountains all around these sandy dunes. Countless deities that governed spheres relating to water had coalesced, coming to this point in stark opposition against this arid desert, against the Kingdom of Vasquer and all it stood for. Leading their tide was Fellhorn, undoubtedly, come to reclaim the land he had made more barren than ever.

“It’s a high tide, boys,” Durran shouted, spinning his glaive between his fingers as he walked to where his wyvern waited. He climbed aback the creature, placing himself firmly in the saddle. Hundreds of warriors of the southern tribes, supported by just as many southron elves, looked to him for guidance. He raised his glaive high and continued, “If anyone can conquer the water, it’d be us. We’re the warriors of the desert—and all of us, all of us, know what that means. Let’s give my kingly brother-in-law a pleasant surprise, yeah? When he shows up to help… let’s make sure none are left!” He shouted at the top of his lungs.

Durran’s wyvern ran forth a few steps and then took off gracefully. Those fleeing thousands behind him elevated his rage, his intense desire to protect, all the higher. He would meet this high tide with waves of power of his own. He felt it all course through him—an entire lifetime all leading up to a moment.

This was where the world would be made anew, or broken entirely.

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Galamon looked down at his gauntleted hand, moving his fingers one by one. There was new power within him. He’d thought that, having lived as long as he had and done as much as he’d done, nothing remained for him. But Hause had proven otherwise, and given him something he hadn’t even realized he’d been missing.

“You don’t need to take the front, Galamon,” Patriarch Dras said. “This land is foreign to us. We’ve been here no longer than a year at most. These people outnumber ours ten to one, nearly. Let these people of the Great Chu throw themselves upon the coming barbarian hordes. Let’s build a wall from their corpses, and defend what remains.”

Galamon looked up, where a great tide of troops swarmed out of the jungles of the north. At the head of these hosts were gods, bringing structure and order to what was already a tremendously potent force. The Veidimen, gathered together in ruthless discipline, waited orders as the Great Chu soldiers already arranged to fight. Emperor Ji Meng had taken command, once again, intent on throwing back this force.

“Command is mine.” Galamon looked over. “Veid Herself has blessed my actions, and I have realized my full potential. I must fight. All of us must. We cannot claim this land as our own if we would not bleed to defend it.”

Patriarch Dras closed his eyes, sighing. “Very well, Galamon. Achieve victory. For your wife, for your son.”

“Not only them.” He nodded. “For all. Let us unite for all.”

in his step—something he thought

Vampirism hounded Galamon’s step.

had again become a conduit for that awful power. Its strengths had returned tenfold, while its weaknesses had utterly vanished. Such a power had a cost, of course. Galamon felt a terrible hunger that ate at his whole

the blood of gods could

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founder of this great underground dwarven city, Mundi, with a great jar hefted his shoulder. “I go with them

the whole city. Thousands of dwarves stood at the ready, armaments trained on

another huge bang echoed throughout the city. “I’m

my life underground,” Dario answered. “As for you… we work well

noted, hefting her large chitinous sword.

stood tall. “Then the pressure will hit us,

that it has been stolen from Royal

the weight of the world being

for the Heralds, it wouldn’t destroy his body any

power won’t last forever,”

getting used to it. Wish Hause had done as much for me as she did for you… but I don’t need a handicap,”

and grasped at air. Melanie opened a portal, walked through, and appeared just above the hand. She swung with all her might, and it cleaved straight through the arm. Before she

be in order…” Melanie hefted her blade. “Long day, I

be a long

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joined by the most prominent living spellcasters of Berendar beyond the king’s inner circle—namely, Hegazar and Vera, the duke and

Apparently, the roaming armies intend to target the base of the tower. They’re going to

his hand up. “It’s great that Argrave liked you enough to show you to some pretty goddess, give you an oh-so-special power. I’m happy for you—I

some gods would be doing what they could to defend, and Argrave might eventually arrive to permanently resolve the situation… everyone would be stretched thin.

to join the two. “The armies that the nobles raised will be focused on dealing with the forces that assault from the ground. In the meantime, Castro taught you more about this

determinedly. “I can do something. But I’ll need your help, Artur.

repeated. “I may be skilled, but not that

the power Hause gave me,” Ingo confirmed. “The Tower of the Gray Owl already has a lightning rod to help recharge the tower’s enchantments. I can reconfigure it to take all manner of fire—I’m certain