Jackal Among Snakes

“Argrave, the Hopeful is making steady progress through the southern valley,” Elenore told him, speaking directly into his head. “He’s already overrun a few of the checkpoints. The repelling enchantments we imitated don’t hinder him as much as they do others. Those shadows he projects seem to just… eat them.”

Argrave processed that information. He had hoped that when the Hopeful had consumed his flesh, the thing would’ve triggered the landmine Argrave had placed where his soul had once been. If the Hopeful had tried to read his thoughts, he would’ve received a burst of mental power equivalent to that of every living thing in the world. It wasn’t surprising he’d dodged it if he had the Heralds’ omniscience at his back.

“Sending me to die again, sis?” Argrave asked jokingly, but before she could respond continued, “Fine. I’ll deal with it. Tell Anneliese to be ready to send back vitality.”

Argrave cast one more glance at the fight against Gerechtigkeit. With the addition of Anneliese, the tide had been turned in this phase of the fight... yet above, a dark cloud formed of the ashes of his dying body, foreshadowing another battle yet to manifest. Elsewhere, his willing and unwilling slaves crept inward on Berendar, costing them more and more lives by the second. Argrave could say they’d kept their bearings in the face of this ambush, yet the fight remained of yet undecided.

With a heavy heart, Argrave again headed for the rematch against the only foe that could truly claim to have beaten him. But Argrave had definitely let him win, so it didn’t count as a real victory.

So he hoped… and coped.

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When Argrave alighted upon one of the many checkpoints on the southern valley leading into Blackgard, he felt that feeling of death he’d confronted not hours ago upon seeing the Hopeful again. The bestial giant clashed with one of Law’s many Justiciars. The Hopeful broke its blade, shattered its armor, and let his hounds of hunger tear into the thing before looking their way. When his dark eyes saw Argrave, he could’ve swore that smile widened.

“Your Majesty!” the commander of the fort kneeled just beside him. His tone sounded flavored with limitless relief. “Your orders, sir?”

Argrave looked to him briefly. “Take everyone. Fall back to the next checkpoint.” He looked back. “I’ll deal with this.”

“At once!” the man said, more than eager to follow that order. Doubtless he’d seen countless of his comrades die before the Hopeful’s onslaught.

As the garrison evacuated, Argrave jumped down from the fort, falling slowly and gently. He stood with the gargantuan enchanted walls at his back, facing this monster alone. He felt the fear, yet did it anyway—Orion would’ve been proud, he was sure.

“I never knew quite how important you were,” Argrave called out as he walked closer.

“I never knew how good your fear would taste,” the Hopeful answered as he shambled closer, barely fitting into the narrow valley.

The monster’s physical body did seem somewhat weakened in the confines of this valley, yet his shadows—the true threat of him—roamed all but unfettered. His advance would be slow, yet inevitable, unless Argrave could put a stop to it.

continued, straining against the invisible force pressing down on him with his tremendous grin belying the effort. “Of your mother. Of your father. Of the life you

changed much, and he didn’t care to die young again. So he answered. “My father was the king, and my

war, those weapons, those strategies… they evoked a sense of remembrance in me. They spoke of things I had

you’re like me, foreign to this world? Or you’ve a lovely new trick to try on me—a nice new angle to get me to agree to some Herald deal? It

A beneficiary of the coming change—perhaps the primary beneficiary. A key to this cycle. A Hopeful. It might be said that the hunger all around is produced not by some supernatural phenomenon, but as a manifestation of the depth of my

end? It’s a cycle,” Argrave pointed out. “One that you’re trying to

dozens, hundreds, thousands of times, even… to remove impurity. To

steel folded one thousand times,” Argrave said with a

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being, Argrave unleashed a torrent of blood magic upon the Hopeful as he stood restrained. He could feel his link between Anneliese funneling back vitality into

were simply

not use her power of creation as a fuel for your vitality, that you might prepare an attack of the same magnitude that initially struck

clenching his fists as they reconstituted. “My daughter is sleeping. She needs to be at her best when we take the fight to where Gerechtigkeit retreats—where the Heralds have stashed him. For you, I’m

as he began his steady advance forward once more. “She’s using you as a puppet. Not by choice, mind you—by instinct. She’s as malevolent as

joke,” Argrave dismissed easily. “If you’ve studied me, you’d

sandbox, king of the playground. You’re a sow who claims emperorship over their enclosure, sovereignty of their slaughterhouse. A wiki editor? What a joke. The things you understand about this world are a fraction of what there actually is. Your betters are all laughing at you fumble about, acting like

“Hope alone is useless. You have to deserve what you want. And you? A baby bird, waiting with its mouth open for its parents to

This wasn’t an opponent that power alone could beat—and more than that, he wasn’t someone suited to using brute force. He’d fought

This was no different.

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looked upon a calming battlefield with the sunset as their background. The barbarians had come in endless waves, led by gods emboldening their invasion of the Great Chu. Together, these two giants of war fought for hours and hours, acting as the immortal and untiring vanguard of a host of

quiet,” said Galamon

rage of that earth deity.” Orion looked around warily. “Do

fingers touched, the blood sept into his skin, rejuvenating it. Hause had brought back his vampirism stronger

the same is true for you!” Orion praised, kneeling on the ground as he surveyed the area. “You fought like a thousand men