Jackal Among Snakes

Chapter 706: That Burning Question

Sophia watched the sky with bated breath. All that remained of the wound in the world was a small sliver of blackness. She felt that, any moment, Argrave would burst free of it, triumphant. Everyone else nearby seemed to hold that same thought, for they watched with anticipation equal to her own.

Yet a sudden crash by her side jolted her attention away. She looked to see Doctor Raven, fallen to his hands and knees. His body warped and twisted. A second, far louder crash made Sophia look beyond. There, the golden giant Law leaned up against his sword. His body emitted a golden mist—or rather, it was more accurate to say it became a golden mist.

Hause, too, fell. Lira, every surviving god—it looked like they’d been cut away from the strings holding them aloft. The whole of them began to fall apart. As Sophia’s mind spun searching for the answers, another had already reached the conclusion.

“It’s starting,” Elenore said simply. “He’s done it. Divinity…” she looked to her patron, the wizened Lira, who had collapsed. Next, her gaze went to Raven, who seemed to be struggling more than the gods. “Magic. They’re fading. It means Argrave… he did it.” She held her head, wincing with pain. Sophia assumed she was losing her blessing.

Sophia again looked up, around, everywhere for Argrave. When she found nothing, she looked to Anneliese, hoping. Despite how everyone seemed to be undergoing some manner of change, Anneliese remained suspended. Trapped, her face frozen into a smile, her body unmoving and unchangeable.

Sophia felt her heart beat quicker and quicker as everything around began to undergo change. Her panic only rose higher and higher. If magic and divinity truly faded, Anneliese might not be able to bring back Argrave.

She sought counsel, but all of them—foremost among them being Argrave—were absent. Elenore clutched her head in pain. Orion writhed as his various blessings underwent their changes. Even the taciturn Raven barely contained the sheer pain from whatever he endured, gritting a thousand teeth in silence. Those few unaffected urgently tended to those who were, leaving Sophia alone with this situation.

Sophia felt tremendous fear. She wanted Argrave here. Yet she looked to the sky, beyond the wound in the world. She saw the sun. Argrave’s sun, that he had placed on high to watch over them all. It persisted, gleaming as brilliantly gold as the first moment it had taken its place in the sky. That had to mean he was still here, still present. He would know what to do.

Sophia didn’t want to remake Argrave. She feared her power of creation more than anything. She had made lives, and her negligence had resulted in their death. She had tried to bring Castro back, but all that she’d created was a hollow imitation. Raven had taught her much and more… but deep down, she knew whatever she created would still be but a hollow imitation.

The only one who could truly bring Argrave back was Anneliese. And if magic faded, that might never happen.

Anneliese’s. She felt the familiar warmth from the woman she wished was her mother, but pried deeper

withdrew her hand in shock. She looked up at Anneliese’s smiling face, wavering. Was that something she should toy

fix this, Argrave had said. And if I can’t… maybe you will.

of Anneliese, deprived of Argrave… it would be far worse than one

reached toward eternity, and

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wave of nostalgia and repulsion. Looking around, he saw it all—his cheap wireless headset, his two monitors, cans of energy drinks on the desk despite the trash being feet away, and

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must’ve missed it,” came a woman’s

room hung open. At its entrance stood a woman wearing clothes he hadn’t seen in a very long time—just jeans and a plain white

when his head came uncomfortably close to the ceiling fan spinning above. Whether the synthetic light of the lightbulb,

these sensations could compare to the total

He hadn’t realized how much magic had become a fundamental part of his perception of the world around him until he’d lost it. Still, he’d spent more of

Perhaps you can smell the bacon-and-eggs cooking right now, if you walk outside. A full life ahead of you. Very little pain and suffering. The comforts and

through decades made him hesitant to break anything in here, even after being apart for many years. He should’ve known these people would couch everything in illusions and half-truth. But he was tired of listening to others talk, tired of bargaining for things someone should never

past, he might’ve listened.

out. “Let’s cut to the

in his hand. Its mere presence bent and tore everything around him, expelling it outward and compelling it inward concurrently until the walls, the floors, everything, began to disintegrate. He rose his hand up higher and higher as that sphere of destruction grew larger and

constructed a human. It stripped it all away, until the only thing remaining was a Herald. Argrave couldn’t perceive what he was seeing—it seemed to be an absence, a hole in the world not unlike the