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chapter-612

Argrave’s hand hovered just near Vasquer’s scales, and his eyes scanned her body. He looked at her eyes, but they were still and unblinking. He looked at her wounds, and already, the blood coming from them was beginning to wane in volume. He heard noise from behind, and then felt a huge arm at his shoulder.

“Don’t touch the body,” Raven instructed him. “Not until all that power dissipates.”

The body. The word rang in Argrave’s head, again and again, no matter how much he wished to dismiss it. Dead? Vasquer was dead? Seconds ago, they had been consulting her, basking in her warmth, delivering joyous news of a family long ago lost to her that was now soon to be returned. She was supposed to be welcomed back among her ancestors, just as Argrave and his siblings had been welcomed by her. Now, her once-proud mane of feathers moved only because of the mountain winds, stained by her own blood.

The whole world had been turned over. Had that been Lindon? Had he always been an agent of Gerechtigkeit, or had he been corrupted, somehow? Or was it merely an impersonation? How much of what Argrave experienced in the preceding events had been genuine, and how much had been total fabrication? If it had been since the beginning, it made no sense for the deity to offer them so much help. Mere minutes ago, Lindon had helped Argrave master the abilities granted by the Fruit of Being. Argrave could make no sense of it.

Regardless, because of his negligence, Vasquer had died.

Another hand grabbed him from behind—a more familiar, consoling touch. “Argrave,” Anneliese spoke in hushed tones. “This may not be the end of things. Without Vasquer’s presence of mind, it will be more difficult for us to detect covert approaches, as from the underground and elsewhere. Onychinusa’s barriers still persist, preventing teleportation, but you know as well as I that isn’t the end of our vulnerabilities.”

For a moment Argrave felt a terrible weight coming from his own mind that was near too heavy to make him straighten his back. But the reminder of the root of all this—Sophia—helped him rise, compartmentalizing the grief in a small box to be let out at another time. He wiped away and slapped his face, then turned back with a fierce mien. He was not granted the luxury of grief.

“First priority is securing Sophia,” Argrave said, voice hoarse yet strong. “Anneliese—I need you to teleport me there. I can’t use spirits as I once did.” He looked at Elenore, who seemed to still be in something of a state of shock. Despite her nature, she wasn’t as used to squarely confronting death. He kneeled down.

“Elenore,” Argrave said quietly. He put his hand on her, and she finally turned her gray eyes toward him. “Elenore. Are you alright? Are you fit to move? You’re needed.”

With her body trembling terribly, she tried to stand, then nearly collapsed before Argrave stopped her.

“Stay sitting,” he ordered her, and she nodded as he let her down. “You’ll join Sophia soon enough—someone will teleport you there. I need you to contact everyone we trust. Everyone needs to come to Blackgard prepared for a fight. We have to assume the worst—that this is a beginning to something much larger.”

“Alright,” Elenore managed, her voice regaining some of its vigor and her trembling fading with a clear objective before her. “I’ll assess the situation, as well.”

Argrave nodded and stood up, looking to Orion. He saw his brother staring at Vasquer. He was shaking, too… but certainly not from fear. Veins on his forehead and neck bulged, and his hands were clenched into fists tight enough his gauntlets creaked in protest. There was a dim crackle in the air about him as the blessings within manifested unbidden. He bore a silent fury with an intensity Argrave had never seen from him before.

“Orion,” he called out. “We’ll find them. Be ready for that, but only act when that time comes.”

Orion’s fist slowly slackened, though his anger did not fade in the slightest.

Raven walked ahead of Argrave. “I’ve collected a sample. I can temporarily fill the role of watching the underground using earth magic, but my method will have a degree less efficiency than she did.”

Argrave nodded at him. “I think I’ll look in the wiki, too. Learn that spell myself. For now, let’s get moving.”

As Argrave prepared to teleport with Anneliese, his mind busied itself wondering if his newfound abilities had a way to use shamanic magic without the typical mechanisms all other casters used. That distraction inevitably faded, and his mind wandered back to the incident. Lindon… what the hell was this? It felt like luck had finally found them, but its sweet taste turned to sand in the mouth in mere moments.

Something told Argrave that the matter with the Gilderwatchers ran far deeper than Argrave knew. There had to be some reason why Gerechtigkeit, or Lindon, or whatever that had been used Vasquer as the medium of attack. Argrave had been totally caught off guard by this, lured by a sense of momentum into overlooking pivotal details. Gerechtigkeit was never this overt before his arrival. Perhaps it was an omen of his strengthened ability, as the Heralds had promised would come.

The mind. It was a terrifying thing to meddle with. What did it matter if Argrave had unified the world, if their minds might be changed overnight? Measures needed to be taken—quickly. The one who might be able to help them the most on this matter was compromised, possibly even outright malevolent.

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