Jackal Among Snakes

Argrave had been wise in his instinct to be wary of this coming confrontation.

Argrave had joined Margrave Reinhardt’s force from on high. When he did, he could feel the distortion of time—the enemies all grew faster, while Argrave felt as though every movement was like trying to swim up the river. It had been easily remedied, fortunately. Any blood magic he cast would eat away at the divinity. He searched Erlebnis’ wiki to find a suitable spell, and found one created by a spellcasting sailor: [Tailwind]. The continuous yet relatively weak wind spell had been designed to push sails, but now Argrave infused it with blood magic and put it at the back of House Parbon’s army, breaking the fragile hold of the warped time over them all.

With that immediate concern addressed, he joined Margrave Reinhardt on the field.

Upon arriving above them all, Argrave grandly made countless divine servants perish with devastating volleys of blood magic. Droves of elites perished beneath his fire, and the margrave’s knights were granted reprieve from the relentless onslaught. Argrave thought he might’ve overestimated this force, until he saw familiar figures rise up, uninjured.

And worse yet… he received no return of essence for their deaths.

He was glad he’d learned this through relatively inexpensive magic. Without Elias’ report, he would’ve used [Godkiller] in an attempt to hunt down one of the leaders of the opposition. It would’ve worked—but the god of time would’ve resurrected the fallen deity, and the only result would’ve been a tremendous expenditure of power without any gain. Somehow, this new god had the power to hold together the fleeting spirits after a god’s death, and create them anew.

The obvious solution, then, was to kill their lynchpin. Facing three formidable forces—elite marksmen, expert assassins, and veteran berserkers—he wasn’t confident in simply bulldozing through the enemy. Still, if this god of time could so ably counter Argrave’s ability, why had he not been given a more prominent role? If he’d been able to provide the same treatment to that god of insects, Argrave couldn’t promise he’d have achieved victory at all.

There had to be a flaw in this formation. He intended to find it. With so many fronts strained, however, time was on the enemy’s side…

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Anneliese had assessed the situation objectively, compared it to her own abilities and the forces she had on hand, and came to the conclusion that she could defeat Almazora. Now that Argrave had trusted her capability and left her to the task, some amount of trepidation crept in. Her opponent was still the goddess of magic, and she was supported by the not-insignificant presence of the god of pain. The fact that Almazora had kept her godhood for several cycles of judgment meant she could at least defend the title against other gods. She couldn’t be underestimated as on opponent.

On top of her present enemy, the fact remained that Jaray had painted a target on her back.

This was a risk she didn’t like taking… but nevertheless, Anneliese felt she had to if they hoped to win. Mina had been indignant when Argrave left, but she had become mature enough to accept reality instead of raging against it. Now, Anneliese only hoped that she could demonstrate the same trust for the next order she was to give.

“Mina, I’m going to order Nikoletta’s force to stop retreating and counterattack.”

The small blonde woman said nothing, but Anneliese could see the emotions written on her face: horror, anger, betrayal. Mina’s whole world was falling down. She thought Anneliese was sending the only person she truly cared about to an early grave.

“If she continues to retreat, she’ll be caught in the valley between Jast and Dirracha,” Anneliese said, appealing to logic.

only stared,

faces the god of pain—and she’s capable of shouldering more pain than you know. She could lose everything, and still keep walking.” Anneliese walked to the edge of the tower, conjuring the sheer white staff crafted out of Veid’s heart. “So, wipe that look off your

descending toward Almazora’s position. She didn’t spare another look back, trusting in her words to do the trick as she contacted Elenore. She gave the report to

battle wouldn’t be without sacrifices, but few enough were. At the end of the

Anneliese’s descent with trembling eyes… but they slowed their tremors until they were still, and Mina let out a calming exhale. Then, she dedicated all of her attention to the battle, waiting for Anneliese’s next order. There was confidence

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be protected. She was capable of fleeing competently should the situation devolve, yet jeopardizing herself so much… her death might mean true defeat, in both the battle and the war. Only Argrave’s confidence in her after having seen the

new forces near Relize and Dirracha. Seven liches moved ever closer to the capital, while the centaurs appeared to grow in numbers every second. The centaurs simply walked out of the sea—it sounded like an impossibility, yet it was the apparent truth. They followed the banner of the centaur god that

on Amazon, know that it has been stolen.

Reinhardt have worked out a plan,” one of her contacts reported. “It promises to be slow, but surefire. It’s

report. “She’s intending for Mina to prepare an ambush force to overwhelm and rout both gods at once, but it’ll take

his way across the ocean toward the Lionsun Castle, the seven liches moving ever closer to the already-beleaguered Dirracha, and the horde of centaurs beginning their march toward the trade city of Relize. Even Law, who Argrave had hoped would utterly

select deities resistant to the heat and pressure of the deep, was slowly being filled with lava from countless breaches in its dome. The forces in the Great Chu fought an enemy that

a complex knot, tied unto itself so many times that the only recourse was to laboriously untangle it… unless she were to simply cut the rope with a sharp knife, and let millions perish

faith

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gray wyvern. Hause’s power birthed the construct into reality. It roared mightily, then soared downward toward the god of pain and his divine servants like an embodiment of her hatred. On the ground, similarly haunting specters broke from cover, rushing toward the god’s forces—that

And down below…

the goddess of magic herself. This had been the most intense duel of her life—but to call it a duel was perhaps insulting. It was actually a desperate struggle to survive. Almazora was her superior in countless ways. She could cast magic faster, possessed a wider repertoire of spells, and far outclassed Anneliese in absorbing magic. The thing that had kept Anneliese alive was the connection to Argrave providing a source of vitality for wounds taken, Anneliese’s superior battle sense, and use of the shamanic spell [Requite]. That spell could reflect the many thousands

battle sense was the reason Anneliese had won from the

received exchanging spells with Almazora had been a victory. She had seen Almazora fight. She fought as spellcasters do—from safety, maintaining the option to retreat at any moment. She was no strategist, no commander. She was meant to

come. Mina’s conjured wyvern tore into the forces of the god of pain. The second it did, Anneliese fell back, teleporting back to the walls of Jast. She drew the blade out of the staff forged of Veid’s heart. In that moment, she could feel Veid’s heart grip all in her sight, shattering any notion of

element, Almazora was also bound to falter. Until they realized that the option had been taken off the table, they were lambs for the

a deep breath, preparing for the

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