Mantle of the Gods [LitRPG / Slow Burn / FTB Harem]

Whisper was navigating.

I moved my conversation back to the booth. Rix and Ether were still trying to take care of our unconscious passengers. Which left Fray sitting across from me and Oz beside me.

"Do you know what that mark is?" I looked over at Ether. She'd put one of her spare shirts on Astrid and was holding the unconscious woman's head in her lap.

"I've never seen that particular symbol, but there are a few things that I'm guessing." Tres was looking on another screen at something. "It's probably linked to what is restraining Mive right now. Because the city would not be there after what just happened…" He shook his head. "Don't look at the news."

"Why?" Oz reached for the console.

I grabbed her hand and shook my head. I was curious too, but if Tres was telling me not to, then there was something on there that I didn't need to see.

"There's a lot of fluff, but the basic gist is that Trent went off the rails and the Six got Mive to arrest him and all of his students, so everyone is safe." Tres shook his head.

"But we still have Trent and they haven't caught us… Do you think the others are okay?" I hated that I couldn't just walk over to wherever they were holding them and bust them out.

"They're probably smart enough to know that hurting them would invite war with the Cathedral at least." Tres shook his head. "Slece would join in just because it a war, which means Juel would follow. Once you add me and Iver…" He let the implications play out in my head. "They'll probably ransom them back to the Cathedral and ban them from ever coming back to the Mive."

That was a little reassuring, but not much.

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"What we need to do is figure out how to untether Trent from whatever link he has right now to whatever is holding Mive. huh…" Tres' voice trailed off as he started reading off of whatever other screen he was looking at.

"What?" I hated how much in the dark I was.

"There's a pretty good chance that if you kill the host, it'll wake him up."

I could tell by the look on even Rix's face that no one in the vehicle thought that was an option.

"What else can we try?"

Tres shook his head. "Until we know how they're holding Mive, we won't know how to go about breaking him out. But what I do know is that Mive is a lot older than me. So if it's strong enough to hold him, then…"

"Then what?" I could see Tres thumbing through something.

"The oldest God in this area is Nevah and he's also…" Tres looked at Oz, "Fond of Trent. He might know a way to help." The blonde God shook his head, "But, you have to remember, there's only so much that we can do until there is a clear reason for us to invade. Otherwise it will be our cities that the army of Gods is threatening to Desolate."

"I know…" I shook my head. "I don't have a direct line to Mavery. Are you…"

"I'll handle Mavery, though you should expect a call from him as soon as we get finished talking."

I nodded. I was trying to think of what I was going to say to the old Healer. I'd almost asked Oz to call her dad and ask him to get a message to Mavery, but had decided that this would be the better way to go.

"Try to keep them comfortable and hydrated." Tres looked at me. "I'll do what I can from here. Call me again if something changes."

"Thanks…" I watched the screen go dark. I had no clue what we were going to do.

"We're getting close!" Whisper pointed at an alley. "Pull in here."

"What are you doing?" Rix got up and stepped in front of him.

"I'm going to see if it's safe." Whisper motioned towards the house. He sighed when Rix didn't move. "I'll come back."

"You'll stay here." Rix looked at me, "I'll be right back." Then she vanished.