Path of the Deathless (Book 2 Completed)

Old.

You think I'm on the Auroral Council because I'm old? Let me tell you something about being old, girl.

The System doesn't want you to grow old. The System doesn't want you to extend your life beyond any point where you cannot provide a good fight or a good struggle. Age is correlated with two things in our existence. The first is competence. The second is power. Political power, social power, physical power, magical power, power of any kind.

You think I am corrupt? Yes. I am corrupt! I spit this openly. But that's not why I'm here. There were people who were so corrupt that it made me look like a saint. And they're all dead. Because corruption doesn't spare your life when a Heroic-Tier Fire Dimensional is summoned into your office before detonating itself.

So your assertion to me sitting on my seat in the council and being an Avatar to one of the Ascendants is true. I'm old, however, because I survived every attempt the System has made at finishing me. I survived the Plagues of 500. I survived the desperate battle to shut the Great Midwestern Gate. I survived the Pacific and Atlantic pincers pushing in to claim the land for the sea. I survived all these things while most of my generation did not.

The people I can remember from my childhood that still remain number only two, and one of them is no longer in this dimension. Yet we all hold positions of power because, yes, we are old. We are ancient. Centuries have passed, and in those centuries, I have spent longer at war than you have been alive.

That's not to say I don't sympathize with you. I've been there where you are, and I've stood there where you've stood. I've spat my loathing at an old fool that wouldn't lose his seat—and more often than not, I see his face in the mirror these days. It's disgusting. It's amusing. It's just another way for the System to mock us.

It is the sin of the old to think they are wiser than the young, but it is also the sin of the young to imagine they live in unprecedented times, that they are facing something which their ancestors have never encountered before. I proposed your idea of a total democracy before. I tried it. And I failed.

But it doesn't matter that you're telling me this. You do not care what I have to say. You are stubborn, and you believe you will succeed where many could not. So. You will have to learn the hard way. Fine. I'll teach you. I'll even implement some of your suggestions. But when you've learned, come back to me. And we'll see what you think then.

I tell you this now because I think you will be like me someday. An old, spent thing, sneering at the young, wondering why we never learn. And then I will have my sympathy. And you will have your understanding.

-Councilman Anthony de Diego, Legendary Pathbearer of the Twilight Republic and Avatar to Harlock the Midnight

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Descend [I]

Shiv's eyes widened as the Quest notification suddenly flickered before him. At the same time, he found himself triggering his Farsight skill, zeroing in on the Avatars and their Ascendants hovering in the distance. The so-called gods of his Republic loomed over the writhing Tarrasque. They were varied in shape and posture, though all of them glowed slightly, with that same incandescent mana currently leaking out from the cracks of Starhawk's Perch.

A kilometer away from Blackedge, City Lord Stormhalt unleashed a flood of pitch-black lightning. It spilled over the Tarrasque like a bladed spider's web. The edges of those forking bolts glistened and gleamed like blades kissed by sunlight, and every few moments they would thunder with explosive force as well.

But that did little to harm the crystalline-shelled behemoth, nor was it particularly bothered by Legend Hawgrave's slashes, knees, or punches. The Tarrasque gave a deafening bellow as it grasped the net of lightning coiling around it and began to pry, pieces of electricity shattering like chunks of rusted metal.

And it was then that the other Avatars sprang into action. The Ascendants they were bonded to flashed with incandescent mana, infusing themselves within their champions before Shiv could get a good look at their bodies. Then, about five hundred meters above the Tarrasque, a massive cage appeared—a cage formed from that same incandescence seeping from the Ascendants, large enough to encompass Blackedge and then some.

It fell from the sky just as the Tarrasque broke free from the electric net, shooting upward with a tidal wave of gravitational pulses trailing in its wake. However, the cube-shaped prison slammed down upon it as if a falling guillotine, and the Tarrasque's roar was cut off in an instant, as were the swelling tides of gravity.

The cage impacted the ground but didn't cause any damage. Instead, it seemed to absorb all force within itself. The Tarrasque struck and slammed against the insides of the cage. Shiv realized it was partially translucent when he could still see its massive shadow. Despite this, it didn't crack. It barely even shuddered. Every blow the Tarrasque inflicted upon the cage came with a muffled thump.

Then, it stopped.

All that could be heard for a moment thereafter was the whistling of the wind, but Shiv refused to let hope bloom in his chest.

His cynicism was rewarded a moment later as the Tarrasque exploded free from the incandescent cage with a flare of its discharging Magical Resistance.

Stormhalt was flung back. Hawgrave's blade, once lined with Dimensionality, was flayed clean of attuned mana and rendered but a colossal chunk of alloy. Even the Avatars hovering in the air flinched. But they recovered quickly, and before the Tarrasque could fully break free from the collapsing cage, one among the twelve tore across the air and delivered a brutal blow.

The Tarrasque's body was a fourth out from the ruptured cage, incandescent flames spilling free from the wound, while its head and right arm clawed outward, seeking easy prey.

The Avatar hit the titanic beast dead on the head, and for a brief moment, Shiv saw an imprint of an Ascendant manifest once more. They loomed over the horizon, loomed over existence itself, as their Avatar channeled their divine might. Seconds earlier, the Ascendants were faint, like the shapes of enormous statues seen through dense mist. Now, however, the Ascendant was ablaze with divine radiance, and Shiv saw their contours in detail.

They resembled a hammer-headed automaton, but rather than being a god, shaped from glory and triumph, theirs was a scarred, mutilated, and crippled visage. They were missing an arm, with wires sparking free from the mangled socket, jutting out where their left shoulder should have been.

The Ascendant's chassis was further riven with damage, and entire armories' worth of weapons were lodged through the Ascendant's form. Blades, spears, lances, arrows, and more. Flaming oil leaked out from the Ascendant's many wounds, yet it seemed to barely regard its injuries.

However, it was its remaining right arm that caught Shiv's true attention. Its right arm, a dense column of metal, was practically the size of its entire body. And as its Avatar struck the Tarrasque, the Ascendant drove said dense column down upon the ground. Shiv expected devastation. He expected the world to come ablaze with force and fire. Instead, the Ascendant's arm extended forward with a hydraulic whine as it slammed down upon the apocalyptic monster.

The Tarrasque's body was wiped from existence entirely as a perfectly spherical hole was punched deep into the earth below.

Only the monster's four legs remained, and they spilled down, crashing against the earth as a unified thud. Shiv's eyes widened in disbelief as he took a step back. At the same time, he saw a series of shapes approaching in the far distance. A new formation of Dragon-Knights was on approach, from what he guessed to be the direction of the Abyss chasm. It seemed that they had some support left after all.

"Cripple the Strongest," Valor said, interrupting Shiv's thoughts. The Legendary Pathbearer's eyes burned in recognition. "I remember it as well." He paused and looked at the Starhawk, who was also enchanted by the unfolding scene. "Its presence is a good thing, is it not? I recall that you were close with Cripple."

"I was," the Starhawk confirmed, though Shiv sensed an undercurrent of sorrow pass through the Ascendant's voice. "But closeness is often eroded with time and changing hearts. The arrival of my erstwhile companions is not a moment of deliverance, but a new danger. Legend Valor, I beg of you, finish the ritual. We must be away as soon as possible. We must descend the Abyss while my fellow Ascendants keep the Tarrasque at bay."

Shiv also noticed Marikos glaring at Valor's from just outside the shattered walls. He was about to snarl something at his old friend turned hated enemy, but Shiv's Psycho-Cartography Skill triggered.

Psycho-Cartography: Marikos is easily distracted and also clings to glory and martial virtue. He shouldn't be hard to manipulate, considering you two have bled together. Use your battle-tested bond to make him focus on something else.

"Marikos," Shiv quickly said as he shook his head. "I get it." The Dragon-Knight looked at Shiv, but the Deathless just cocked his head in Roland's direction. Marikos's eyes widened. "I get it. But later. Our victory and honor depend on it. Catch your breath and let your field recover. Eyes on the Tarrasque."

The Dragon-Knight shot a final glare at Valor, but he let out a chuffing breath in acknowledgment. "Only as a favor to you, Friend Shiv."

Psycho-Cartography 52 > 53

"Ritual complete," Valor declared as a final spell pattern snapped into place. He briefly offered Shiv an appreciative look, but before the Deathless could ask what the lich was doing with Uva, four interlocking spell circles began to spin around her feet. Moreover, a stream of incandescence began to flow from the Starhawk into the Umbral Psychomancer, and she briefly gasped.

"Uva? Valor? What are you all doing?" Shiv demanded, eyes jumping between the spell and the Starhawk.

"The Ascendant and I have come to a temporary arrangement," Uva said tersely. "Town Lord Arrow is currently unable to bear the burden of being the Starhawk's Avatar. I shall assume that mantle for the time being. Until we are finally spared this danger."

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For a few seconds, Shiv's mind was absolutely blank. "Huh? But why you? Why not Adam?" His head swiveled over to Adam, and the Gate Lord somehow seemed more uncomfortable than even his father.

"He is unable," Uva answered on Adam's behalf, "and not because he does not wish to serve. It is a matter of skill and power. A skill he does not have and a power he cannot bear."

"But you can?" Shiv asked, incredulous. He was about to ask why, but he realized the answer as he saw the shifting colors in her eyes burn ever-brighter. "The Dreamtaker. Is that why you can sustain the Ascendant's power?"

"A hound of intuition you are, Undying One," the Dreamtaker purred from within Uva.

"Sister Uva of Weave," the Starhawk began. A heat swelled up within the room as a rush of radiant mana cycled between him and the Umbral. In the distance, another impact shook the world as the Ascendants continued unleashing their power upon the Tarrasque. "Do you swear on your skill and soul to abide by the terms of our arrangement and to serve with nobility and truthfulness to deliver my people from harm?"

"I do," Uva replied without any hesitation. "May my Unique Skill chip and shatter should my oath become a lie."

A beat followed. The Starhawk's posture sagged.

Psycho-Cartography: He is as worried about this arrangement as Roland is. But the Starhawk is truly desperate, and he wants to use this opportunity to escape the Tarrasque while his fellows keep the monster pinned.

"So our bargain is struck," the Starhawk replied gravely. "We have no time for greater ceremonies or grander promises. So you have heard my oath, and I have heard yours. By my power and your word vows, our spirits are to be bound. Accept my divinity into your Eldritch Skill and become the channel through which I can touch the world."

The spell patterns beneath Uva's feet spun faster and faster. She came aglow with fire, and the Starhawk's form dimmed. The divine mana seeping from the cracks lining Blackedge flowed into her as well. A thrumming pressure filled the badly damaged town. A tremor of power rushed along beneath Shiv's feet, surging toward Uva.

As he beheld her, she grew brighter than ever before, and a new color mingled with the hues of the Outside. The color of the Ascendants. The color of stolen divinity.

But then came a flash of blinding color from the direction of the battle, followed by a piercing shriek from the Tarrasque. First came red, then there was white. And soon the Tarrasque returned, reforged and renewed. It roared up into the sky with fury and defiance as it resurrected once more.

And falling from the air before it was the smoking husk of a broken automaton. Cripple the Strongest's presence was altogether absent from the horizon now. A patch of sky was vacant, and through ashen clouds of war spilled the first dappled rays of sunlight in minutes.

"Cripple's Avatars rarely live long," the Starhawk said quietly. "Another will come to replace the fallen." The traitor Ascendant briefly glanced at Uva once before continuing. "You think you understand the magnitude of your sacrifice. But I fear you do not. There are consequences for letting the divine inhabit you. For you. And for me as well."

Shiv watched the dead automaton fall just as Hawgrave drove her blade down upon the Tarrasque's back. It was sent to its stomach, but its crystal shell flashed, and the gigantic Legend found herself flung backward through the air. The Tarrasque was evolving and adapting at an impossibly fast rate.

Kind of like me, Shiv thought. Godsdamn you, Sullain.

The Tarrasque proceeded to make him feel worse as it bellowed another declaration against the remaining Ascendants. "I am the chef! You are the food!"

Georges did a double-take. His eyes snapped to Shiv. "The felling fuck did that thing just say?"

But the Tarrasque wasn't done. It twisted around as massive spells crashed down against its body. The world shook. Swelling blasts of light and devastating skills bathed the apocalyptic monster in destruction. A claw woven from the blackest lightning closed around the Tarrasque while Hawgrave descended to drive her blade against the side of its head.

It barely registered most of the hits. And now it was glaring at Blackedge, its eyes of red and white glistening like stars even through the chaotic canvas of charge wrought by the Ascendants.

"Shit," Shiv hissed. He stomped a foot down on the ground and cracked the floor some more. In the same instant, he branded a temporal echo of himself upon the flesh of reality so he could easily return to the Perch later. When he finished, he shot out from the room with a pulse of force and triggered his Pillar once again. "Marikos, you feel recovered enough to get bloody?"

The Dragon-Knight reached up and seized Shiv. A large, predatory grin lined his draconic features. "I was waiting on you, my little comrade." Once more, he wielded Shiv as if he was nothing more than a large rod rather than an unmovable tower of ever-escalating Toughness. "But our enemy has grown most durable. I fear we will need a clever strategy."

"If you can pin it in place, I can kill it at least once," Adam said, looking down at his smiting arrow. Then, he grimaced. "But Shiv. We can't trust the Ascendants." That admission left Adam with no small amount of discomfort. "Even if we join the fray, they will come for the Perch. At least some of them will."

"Yeah, Kathereine and… Halsur," Shiv said, managing to remember the name of the storm-forged giant. "I know. I had a run-in with those two assholes earlier. The point isn't to treat them like allies. The point is putting the Tarrasque down and making sure they know the Dragon-Knights are on their side. Maybe that's what it will take to finally end the damn Legendary skill reward."

"Legendary?" Roland whispered. The Town Lord's voice was raw, but he looked at Shiv with overwhelming suspicion.

The Deathless grinned sweetly at his former captor and overlord. "Yeah. I got a certain Quest down in the Abyss that offers me a pretty nice reward. Turns out, if I break the siege at Blackedge by dealing with Sullain and prevent a war between the surface and the Abyssal nations, I'll be able to choose a Legendary Skill evolution. Pretty nice, huh?"

Roland's right eye twitched slightly. A low wheeze of pain and misery escaped from him.

"Father? Father, are you alright?" Adam asked with genuine concern.

The noise continued, and Shiv's smile kept growing. "And don't worry about Sullain. I got his ass already. So. I think all I need is to make sure the Ascendants don't get into it with the Dragon-Knights. And this is my best idea—to help them put the Tarrasque down while you guys take this chance to escape. I already got a temporal echo planted, so I should be able to blink back later. Marikos—"

"Worry not for me," the Legendary knight declared. He held his Shiv-stick out at the Tarrasque that was currently being pinned by a massive, fiery hand. "I will see the Tarrasque slain, or our lifeblood shed fully in the attempt."

"Sounds good," Shiv replied without complaint.

Uva's mana strands snaked through everyone else present within the Perch as well. Incandescent flames danced along the hair-thin tendrils of mana. What's more, what used to be a skill for telepathy now possessed a weight—a tangible power. Shiv could feel her mana pressing against his flesh, digging its way through the walls and breaking more pieces of glass. As the incandescent mana flowed downward, the ground shuddered, and a sudden force sent Blackedge jerking upward.

"I can feel Blackedge," Uva said, with a gasp of effort. "This Perch… It doubles as a mana core as well."

"It is more than that," the Starhawk said. "Far more. Do not overchannel. My divinity will pass through you at a trickle until your Eldritch Skill acclimates fully."

"Understood," Uva replied. Something escaped her and struck Shiv—a feeling of immense strain. She shot a look at him and gave the slightest of shrugs. "I must confess that I am not sure how I'm going to explain this to the Composer. The presence of another god connecting to me on top of the Dreamtaker is… going to make things troublesome when I inevitably have to write a report of our experiences."

Slowly, Blackedge began to ascend once more. Below the Perch, people on the street stopped what they were doing as their heads turned to regard the peak of Roland's spire. Several people cheered the Town Lord's name, ignorant of the fact that he was too wounded to be of service, and that it was an Abyssal that was currently serving in his stead.

"Well, I can tell her that we were shit out of good and bad choices," Shiv said telepathically. "And that all we could do was select from different flavors of shit." A beat passed between them. "Get everyone left in Blackedge to safety, but don't let the Starhawk fry you."

"Go deal with Sullain's abomination, but don't let it kill you for good," she replied. "Same to you, Legend Marikos."

The dragon let out a rumbling laugh as he held his Shiv-stick high. A flame lit at the end of the Orichalcum pillar. A small ember that was gradually growing brighter and hotter. "Your concern is heard, Daughter of the Composer. But I do not intend to be the victim in this tale."

"Hold. A final matter." Valor's interruption drew a snarl from Marikos, but he refrained from doing anything. "Shiv. Should you gain access to the Legendary Skill reward, do not select a skill immediately. It will draw you out of the fight and pull you into the depths of your soul. When you Delve, there is no guarantee when you might return—or if you will return at all."

"What? So even if I get the Legendary Skill, I can't just pick it and evolve?" Shiv grunted in annoyance but let it go. "Right. Fine. Don't even know what skill I want to evolve yet. I'll just need to figure out how to kick the Tarrasque's ass as a Hero. Marikos. Let's get the bastard."

"Away, and unto the fray once more!" Marikos roared. The air around him shook. Adam winced, and Rose's eardrums erupted in sprays of blood. The Gate Lord called out to his mother—but Helix simply cast a spell at her without even looking. The orcs were moving too. Whisper was already missing, and Mortar was stomping toward the edge of the Perch's spire. And then Shiv was moving, the town vanishing behind him in a blur. "Dragon-Knights! If you draw breath, come forth to battle! Let fire reign! Burn yourselves down to cold ashes, for our lives are but passing, but our vows stand eternal. Semper Fidelis! Semper Fidelis! Semper Fidelis!"

And as the Legend chanted a phrase Shiv didn't quite understand, his voice was echoed from the skies above.

Besides the new group that had almost reached the battlefield, surviving Dragon-Knights descended from a sky darkened by the haze of battle. Many of them were wounded and maimed, missing limbs or even trailing entrails. Few had intact weapons, and their magical fields expanded from them like tattered veils.

But still they came, heeding Marikos's call.

"Semper Fidelis!"

"Semper Fidelis!"

"Semper Fidelis!"

Including the new arrivals, there were maybe three dozen full Lances left. But on their backs, Shiv noticed other figures hanging off of them. Burly figures of gray skin and murderous glee. They chanted along with the dragons while waving their own arms and spells in the air.

And that was enough to get a laugh out of Shiv.

Despite everything, Shiv found himself proud to be their Insul.

"Remember: I just need a moment," Adam said to Shiv. "Just stun it for an instant if you can. Or get one of the Ascendants to do it. It's still thrashing and moving too fast for me right now, but I think they can do it. But after that death, I fear my effectiveness will—"

"Shoot a hundred orcs," Shiv replied casually. Just because he was proud to be an Insul didn't mean he forgot what they were. "That should fill you back up."

A pulse of surprise leaked over from Adam, but it flattened to immediate acceptance. "Well, nothing they wouldn't do to us, is it?"

"Nope," Shiv said. "So have fun and feel free. Hey. Marikos. See if you can pin me against the Tarrasque for a few seconds." He directed his attention to his Drain Vitality Skill once more and narrowed his eyes at the faint film of vitality lining existence. "There's something I want to try again…"