Chapter 235, 1/2

Chapter 235, 1/2

Clarice rapidly said, “Rebecca is the shadowcat from the first floor.”

Erick felt unmoored, suddenly lost. Fyuri was here, in Utopia? Or at least her shadow was? A lot of little facts suddenly lined up for Erick, and the truth of Clarice’s declaration became easy to verify in retrospect. Or maybe that was Erick’s sudden rage clouding and cloying to his thoughts.

All Erick could really say was, “Oh.”

Clarice looked at Erick through her slitted helmet, her eyes wide and reverential, as she said, “And you’re the Summoner.”

“... What?”

Clarice rapidly released the power in her hand, the displaced-reality-shards evaporating, as the tool in her hands slipped into the cuff of her armor. And then her full silver platemail turned semi-liquid and she stepped to the side, leaving the armor and its cape behind. The armor walked over to the corner of the room, and Erick could not mana sense it anymore, nor could he mana sense Clarice. Too many things were almost happening too fast, but Erick kept up—

As Clarice rapidly said, “Sorry for threatening you with murder because this changes everything. You need to leave the Iron Bandits right now.” She repeated, “You have to leave them. You can’t be near them. They’re already trying to control you—”

“Stop. Stop.” Erick softly said, “Stop with the ultimatums. Did you actually make tea? We could drink it while we talked. Or did you just plan on murdering me even after you invited me into your home?”

“... It’s not murder. It’s violent displacement and ejection.”

“Would a [True Resurrection] be involved?”

“Well yes. I would have churned through whatever Saves you had and then the dungeon would have—”

Erick sighed deeply, and that was enough for Clarice to stop talking. Erick said, “Please make the tea, and let us talk.” He gave a disapproving look, as he added, “I know you know about Elemental Mystical and probably Fae, too. Fae, especially, follows rather strict rules that are outside of any user’s ability to control, least of all little ‘humans’.”

Erick was goading Clarice now, because he was too furious to be the only one left angry.

His goad hit its mark.

Clarice, as a master of illusions, would have easily been able to see through Erick’s illusions. From there it would be a few small leaps of logic to conclude what Erick could see that Clarice could see. And since she had concluded that Erick was a dragon, it was easy for Erick to conclude that Clarice was a dragon, too.

Clarice fully dropped the act. “Oh fuck you, too. You benevolence dragons think you’re so much better than the rest of us. I know perfectly well how to use Elemental Fae! I’ve been using the damned element for the last 200 years!”

Now that seemed more like the Clarice who had first appeared to Erick.

The quiet one was the lie.

The loud one was closer to the truth.

Erick narrowed his eyes. “Not even going to try to lie even more to me? To pretend to be a human even longer?”

“... You didn’t fully know, did you.”

“I guessed correctly, and you confirmed, yes.”

Clarice frowned. Then she went to the kitchen. “I’ll make the tea.”

Erick saw a teapot fill with water from the sink, and a bunch of tea leaves float through the air. Maybe this time that’s what was actually happening. He asked, “Where are you from?”

“I’m not a normal dragon, if that’s what you’re worried about. No chance of the Curse activating here.”

Erick breathed out. “Okay. Good. No worries there, then.”

“I’m a Fae Dragon. What were you before you got changed?”

“A Free Dragon.”

A grunt of disapproval. “Well. I can work with you if you can work with me. I imagine you can, since you went and got yourself turned into a Wizard’s pet. What happened? Finally lost your willingness to be yourself?”

“Oh now that is too much. Are you always like this? No wonder you’re a hermit, and that I passed you on the Decoration board.”

A teapot clunked hard onto the stone counter. “If you knew anything about anything, then you would have witnessed that I hit a block on delve depth, not personal power. I got to 149 all by myself!”

“Please no alliteration, miss Fae Dragon.”

“Fuck you, Ashes.”

“No thank you; I have a boyfriend.”

Clarice came out of the kitchen holding two mugs, a big pot of tea, and a deep frown. “I wouldn’t want to make eggs with you anyway.”

“Let’s move on, please. So what the fuck do you mean Rebecca is the shadowcat?” Erick almost shouted the last words, but he pulled himself back at the last moment. He breathed deep. He calmly said, “That is very disturbing news to hear.”

Clarice’s frown softened as she set down the tea onto the table, and then she sat down herself into the chair across from Erick. “I’m surprised you still want tea from me, knowing I’m a Fae Dragon.”

“I’m surprised you think that matters to me, or that I would be powerless before you. How about this: You don’t try anything on me, and I won’t try anything on you, and we can work together to figure out these memories of the Old Cosmology we have both deeply experienced... I have no idea what to do about Rebecca and I’m way too agitated to think too deeply about what to do, so I will not act outside of full information. Let us proceed with the full information, please.”

“... That is a fair bargain.” Clarice poured tea for both of them. Steam swirled into the air as the scent of oranges and flowers filled the air. It was a relaxing and yet energetic scent. “Since you have told me your tale, I will tell you mine, but first... Do you know all about all five historical levels?”

“No. I skipped 3, 4, and 5.”

“You didn’t spy on people talking about them, too?”

“I know the general shape of those floors. I want to hear about your experience.”

Clarice grunted. “The third floor is ‘Destroy the Siphon’. The fourth floor is ‘The Mountain Under Siege’— Do I need to explain those?”

“How about you take down the hostility about 4 levels.”

Clarice frowned. “You’re the one that came after me, Ashes, with your self and then with your revelations.”

“I came at you peacefully, and you resorted to threats of murder as fast as you could.”

“That’s what a human would normally do when confronted by a dragon!” Clarice paused, then said, “But... Okay. Look. I’m... Sorry about the threats.”

“I appreciate it.”

“... So floor 3 is about 40 years after floor 2. On floor 3, there’s a Siphon that you have to attack and disable. The main threat to overcome is the complete loss of atmospheric mana near the Siphon, which drains you dry, and you’re running on dreams while you attempt to take it down, and kill the Siphoner. I didn’t have any experiences there.

“Floor 4 is The Mountain Under Siege, and it’s a cooperative effort by the Mountain... Which gets mentioned as a part of floor 2, which you probably heard?”

“I did hear of that, but I wasn’t about to go traipsing through the forest when there were enemies around. So I killed the Riamite army instead, and then cleared the Plains base.”

Clarice’s eyes widened a little. “Yeah. That’d be tough to do, especially with how few resources you can attain down there on your own. But I suppose you made your resources, so there’s no trouble there.” Clarice added, “As a note, though. I could have made better weapons, too, but I didn’t want to get too noticed by everyone... I have not made a whole lot of true friends down here and Rebecca... is a terrible person. She’s a Riamite who—”

“Please, Clarice.” Erick said, “We will get to that later.”

“... Sorry. Distracted.

“Back to the floors.

“The Mountain Under Siege is a city that needs to be rescued. It’s a week-long floor on average, and you have to kill wave after wave of monsters and monsterized Riamite forces. That whole mess occurs about 20 years after floor 2. It’s also the first major appearance of the Summoner... The Summoner is an NPC who calls down obliterating light to kill most of the red army. A lot of people complete the floor by standing back and saving the Summoner from assassins, until he has enough time to wipe out the enemy all by himself.” Clarice breathed deep. “I had my first experience of the Old Cosmology on that fourth floor, with the Summoner. I was with my team at the time, so that first viewing wasn’t that powerful, but it was what prompted me to begin solo delving.

“Tom and the others already know this but not many others do. So I would ask you to keep this to yourself.”

Erick nodded, mentally tucking away the fact that Clarice probably originally delved with Tom and his team, or at least that’s what she was implying.

Clarice said, “In the dungeon, at the end of the siege, the Summoner raises a staff and calls down Light upon the enemy. In the memory, I was a child, maybe 15, who watched as the Summoner who was just a man, stood on the tallest tower of the Mountain, shooting endless streams of Bolts at the enemy, each death sending up a streamer of golden light into the air, each streamer fueling more Bolts from the staff until it looked like he was shooting pure obliterating light.” She paused. “I went to the fifth floor by myself because by that time... It doesn’t matter.

“The fifth floor is the Calling of the Goddess.

“In the dungeon, I raced around to various ritual sites, ensuring they were able to function by clearing out the occupying Riamite forces, and guiding Atunir’s priests to make those sites into strongholds, all while Riam prepared its own ritual sites...” Clarice paused. “Do you know what the goal of the Riamites was, all throughout that period of time in Insten’s history?”

Erick said, “I have some guesses. I know that in the first floor, Riam might have been contacting evil gods in order to rise to further power. I did not get the full brush of history... But I had memories of a decade spent between Riam and Insten, moving with Fyuri, and Fyuri was a High Adjudicator. And they were all into some rather terrible things. Human sacrifice...” Erick looked up and away, as he tried to remember. And then he realized he didn’t want to. Not fully. He turned back toward Clarice. “They threw the people from Insten into Siphons in order to turn them into mana which then became land and other resources over on Riam. They didn’t start with people, though. They started with taxes. Then they moved on to rules in the cities of Insten.

“The taxes became food and goods and other material things... And monsters, when they could get them. Riam hunted all of Insten’s monsters all the time; all of our Sacred Beasts and otherwise. They took everything they could from Insten, constricting what the people were allowed to know and how the people were allowed to fight back, and the people constricted. Society changed.

“And when Riam started reaping people, which of course they did, Insten barely fought back.” Erick said, “But as for their ultimate goal... it was the ultimate goal of all tyrants, right? To have control, and since other people were by definition of being ‘other people’ not under their control, they tried to control them anyway through death.

“Even Riam summoning an Evil God was just about Riam being in control.”

Clarice listened, her eyes focused hard. When Erick was done, she said, “They wanted to make a god, and with that god, they would control their section of the universe.”

Erick nodded, as Clarice confirmed the worst possible theory Erick had had.

“Could have been a Wizard, actually.” Clarice said, “I’ve talked to others and... Well. The trajectory is that Riam wanted to make an ultimate power. The exact nature of that power is up for debate.”

Erick slowly nodded. “... Please continue.”

Clarice breathed, then said, “In the dungeon of the fifth floor, I cleared out land and raised towers and made ritual spots in order to connect with other ritual spots already made by others. I cleared out Riam’s forces from some. I cleared monsters from others. I made holy places by picking up a toppled stone epitaph and righting it against the wall.

“Eventually I killed the final boss of the final tower and completed the floor.

“In the memory, I only assaulted one tower, with the direct help of the Summoner, and I was but one girl of a hundred he was ferrying around to... Many different places.

“Atunir was not yet present on Insten, or Riam, because the Riamites were actually preventing her from descending, because they were trying to create their own god, and that required space; a displacement of godly power, to allow for something else to fill that void.

“Then came the ritual.

“I was there, at one of those ritual sites. It was a lonely thing, out in the middle of the Emptying, rising a kilometer into a mana-void sky. It was also absolutely filled with Riamites. These days we would name those people as Blood Mages, and Desecration Priests, and Destruction Mages. That land was filled with horror and sacrifice and death, and it was one of the foundation towers that blocked Atunir, and nurtured the development of an Evil God.

“I don’t think the Evil God ever got a name... If it did, I do not desire to know it.”

Erick felt his heart ache as Clarice spoke, as he imagined what she had [Witness]ed. His core flickered with white lightning inside. A tiny white spark escaped from his fingers as he touched his mug, leaving a little black mark on the otherwise white ceramic.

Clarice continued, “I was a priestess of Atunir, guided by the Summoner to that bleak tower in the middle of the Emptying, where nothing survived except for hope and well-laid ritual materials. The Summoner killed absolutely everyone, and then re-consecrated the land with a tap of his golden staff. Blood carvings in the walls and floors turned into brown dirt. Cages that were filled with monsters for sacrifice suddenly transformed into mana and vanished into that staff. And then the Summoner had me kneel at the top of the tower, where everything untoward had been transformed into loam, and nothing evil remained.

“He asked if I gave myself willingly.

“I said yes.

“He tapped me on the head with his staff. Divine golden light flowed into me, and I went into a trance.

“I remained there, on my knees in brown dirt, there at the top of that tower, praying.

“I do not know how long I prayed, for time did not seem to matter. This was part of the plan. The Summoner was setting up a hundred volunteers in various parts of Insten and Riam, whereupon he would layer us with divine power. It was a plan a decade in the making, that would already take advantage of the horrors Riam had already built. It would turn their machine against them. That plan worked.

“I died. I ascended. And Atunir descended onto Insten.

“The world of Insten was turned into a lush, fertile world, with the tower of my death becoming one grand tree amongst a multitude.

“And Riam was utterly consumed, for the Summoner had reversed the ritual, and done to Riam what they were about to do to us. Ten billion souls, consumed, and the land they lived on, to give back to Insten what had been taken from us.”

Clarice finished.

She sipped her tea. Her hands were shaking a little.

Erick was freaking out a little, too, so that was probably why—

Clarice looked to the left of Erick, her eyes going wide.

... Erick slowly looked to the left.

“I would not lie about floor bosses, because there would be no point. If I told you untruthful battle tactics, it might cost you a few Saves, but you’d be reborn in the golden wheat fields just like everyone else from down here. And then you would know me as a liar. But I am anything but a liar, Parizi.” Rebecca said, “Lies are for the weak and deceptive, and I am neither of those things.” Rebecca added, “And since we all know this, I will venture a guess as to what this is really about.

“You want access to Ashes.”

Parizi froze, her eyes filling with hate, for Rebecca had hit their real motive exactly.

Cuuri frowned a little. “We want him to make certain items for us.”

Parizi went wide eyed and almost roared at Cuuri—

“Okay,” Rebecca said, surprising both of the Riamites. “What exactly do you want?”

“We want a Name Finder,” Cuuri said.

Rebecca stilled. “No. Your request is denied—”

Parizi said, “If he doesn’t know about Names, then we’ll tell him, and he’ll make the Name Finder because he’s a Benevolent dragon, and because we want it more than anything else. We’ll even submit to a [Reincarnation] if it turns out we’re actually as evil as they all think we are.”

Rebecca countered, “Or else he could be sent here to directly stop that from happening.”

“Either way,” Parizi said, “Either way we find out who we are. Don’t you want to know who you are, ‘Rebecca’?”

“I know who I am. You would do well to remain who you are right now, too, and to stay away from memories that got Riam erased by the divine.”

Cuuri softly said, “Riam is still there, in our cloudy, imperfect memories. I can almost see my kids' faces, Rebecca. I can almost hear my wife’s laughter. The sunstar setting on the horizon. The floating islands over the Great Rift. The markets. The Wizards who granted us everything we ever asked for. The paradise of Riam still exists, Rebecca. We only need to grab it, and realize it again.”

Parizi was a cynical woman, but even she melted a little as Cuuri spoke of Home.

Something deep inside of Rebecca melted, too.

And then Rebecca controlled herself, and said, “If a Name Finder is possible, then it will take a dragon to make it, but I urge you to forget this foolishness of trying to get Ashes to make this for you. He could bring Xoat Reborn down on us, and I would not have myself face that sort of scrutiny now, or ever.”

Parizi softly said, “Well maybe it’s time we ask for Xoat Reborn to come to us, and help us get out of this place. Greendale is poised against us. The entire city treats us as second class— We were all royalty back on Riam, Rebecca. All of us lived like kings compared to this shit down here! ‘Utopia’! Bah! This is Hell by any other name!” She spat. “And not that pathetic incani-Hell; the real one, where they torture you forever for things you never did.”

Rebecca shook her head. “I’m not going to repeat myself. Don’t approach Ashes. Don’t pursue Xoat Reborn. Should he appear, and should we be found wanting, no dungeon magic or Wizard power will be able to save you from a True Death at my hands, first.”

Cuuri implored, “I believe in him! I thought you did, too! The Wizards were always good people, and good to us and... Xoat Reborn would be the same.”

Parizi did not share Cuuri’s enthusiasm, but she couldn’t speak against the utter hope in the man’s voice, for even though she knew it was stupid to believe that monsters could be redeemed, she still had hope in her heart that it was possible.

Rebecca couldn’t speak against that hope, either, because she held the same in her own heart, and core. “No, Cuuri. No. Leave it. Don’t pursue this.”

Cuuri stood tall. “I won’t actively pursue this, Rebecca, but if Xoat Reborn should appear on the tail of this Benevolence Dragon, then I will ask him for my real Name, and I hope you wouldn’t stand in the way of that.”

“It will not make you happy to know your Name, Cuuri. Everyone who learned their Name went... They had to be purged.” Rebecca said, “Don’t pursue this.”

Cuuri fell silent.

Parizi said, “They handled it poorly. I would not.”

Cuuri nodded. He felt he could handle the truth, too.

Rebecca did not have the energy to convince them otherwise, even though all evidence pointed to monsters becoming monsters once they were shown to be monsters. That’s how the dungeon had made them, after all. That’s how the people of Riam truly were.

For no matter how many good memories of Riam that Cuuri thought he had...

Rebecca had memories, too, and they painted horrible truths that no one should ever know.

- - - -

Erick stood as himself upon the bare ground of the Pit at Storm’s Edge.

The place looked a lot different than it usually did. Instead of being a kilometers-wide flat-bottomed canyon, with holes to Darkness floating among the stone, now it was a land of solid defense. The walls were one continuous castle, complete with defensive battlements that pointed outward, and layers of spellwork attached to a node network that would ensure the land remained intact, no matter what might come this way. That spellwork extended down, into the ground, and all across the canyon.

There was only one structure inside the canyon itself; A large granite stone fort sat in front of Erick, guarding the entrance to the dungeons. That black-rimmed hole loomed within shadows, and within those shadows lay undead soldiers, ready to act against any threats.

Mana streamed into that hole in the world, steady and sure.

Erick cast his sight up into the sky, to Ophiel floating over the monster roads leading to this location. Everbless hung in those skies here and there, as his Gold Taker avatar, hidden from almost all sights except for Erick’s, as he invisibly moved mana in streamers toward the dungeon entrance. A few monsters followed that thick air. When they got closer to the dungeon itself, the undead would take over guiding the monsters into the dungeon. But right now, the undead were quiet, and waiting.

Erick was waiting, too—

A skeleton stepped out of the shadows. It bowed toward Erick, then rose, and said, “Vanya Silver and Soltic Cross welcome you to the dungeons at Storm’s Edge. We are prepared to receive you.” The summoned construct raised a bony arm and gestured toward the hole in the world. “Right this way, Wizard Flatt.”

Erick had quite a lot of questions to talk to Quilatalap about, but mainly he wanted to be with Quilatalap again. Everything had been very stressful today. With his crown of black horns on display, and wearing his normal white and black robes, Erick stepped into the shadows, past the bowing undead, into the Darkness.

- - - -

A lot of things had changed in the dungeon.

For one, Erick did not land upon a floating stone barge, that wound back and forth across a floor full of water. He didn’t even land in an entrance zone.

Erick stood upon a white stone, in a small field of flowers. To the left was a familiar garden, looking like it was ready for harvesting soon. Ophiel leapt off of Erick’s shoulder and squealed in delight as he fluttered over to the purpleberry bush while Erick felt a weirdness inside, as he looked upon the cottage that he and Quilatalap had called home for the last ten years, and upon the surrounding forest. The forest was dark; so dark that Erick felt that nothing existed past that depth of shadow, for he could not sense anything out there, nor could he see anything past the dense green and shadows therein. The forest of the Grand Dungeon of Benevolence held monsters in abundance, and this one probably did too, so Erick didn’t care to explore all of that.

Besides, a curl of smoke rose from the chimney of the cottage, and the air smelled of roasting meat.

Erick had been prepared to pretend that Vanya was Vanya for a while, and not Quilatalap in disguise, but not anymore. Only a few people knew of this house, and it was always the most well-guarded location inside Quilatalap’s dungeons.

And Erick had all his spellwork, so that made him feel even more secure. With a casual twist of intent, Erick flowed his invisible aura into the air, and fired off a good twenty small spells, and then caught them in that same aura, countering them with a thought. Aside from the casual display of fireworks in most colors and flavors, it proved that there were no restrictions here. Or at least none that Erick was subject to.

Erick stepped off of the white stone, onto the grass, feeling like he was coming home, as he called out, “Hello, in there!”

“Hello!” came Quilatalap’s voice. And Erick saw him in the window, briefly, before he opened the door, and stepped out into the open. Erick loved those lower fangs of his, and his great big arms, and smile, and everything about him. Quilatalap stepped forward—

And Erick stepped into his arms, mostly matching him for size, letting the dragon out a little. He breathed in Quilatalap’s scent, and smiled. “Hello. You were busy for a while.”

“I was,” Quilatalap said, against Erick’s shoulder. “I got a lot of it sorted.”

“I can tell.”

“Dinner is ready.” Quilatalap pulled away a little, waggling an eyebrow. “Or we could celebrate our reunion in other ways, first.”

Erick chuckled. He had so much to talk about, but Quilatalap’s idea was a whole lot better. So Erick discarded his clothes. Quilatalap’s clothes vanished in the next heartbeat.

- - - -

Poi sipped his tea, frowning a little, as he stood in Erick’s house, in the main living room. He stared at the newest addition to the cloud castle, and wondered what the fuck was going to happen now.

Teressa frowned as she stood beside him, also staring at the newest addition to the cloud castle. She asked, “So. I suppose vacation is over, then.”

Poi said, “Just a matter of time.”

“Erick already came by and saw it, yes?” Teressa asked, “How did that go, exactly?”

Poi sipped his tea. “Here I was, doing business in my own offices, and then Erick came racing home, talking about a lot... I’ll tell you the full story eventually. But the main issue is that he went into a dungeon and came out with that. Or rather, more accurately, the dungeon made that for him.”

There, in the middle of Erick’s living room, floating straight up and down and centered on the nice rug in the middle of the hardwood floor...

Well. It was a staff. That much was obvious.

And it was not solid gold. It wasn’t silver, either. That iridescent white gem at the top was not a gem at all. It was surely the Staff of Divine Absolution that Erick had spoken about, but it was different. It had become different when ‘Clarice Icewind’ had spoken oddly about Erick being ‘The Summoner’. Before this transformation, it had been silver-like and the gem had been an odd sort of mana crystal. But now...

Teressa got a little closer and leaned over and to the side, to try and read the writing. And then she stood back up. “So all that writing looks the same as it did last time he showed us the staff. But the staff isn’t ironcrystal anymore. And it’s not gold or silver... That’s a reflection of golden wheatfields, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is.”

“... This is Wizardry, then.”

“Yes.”

“Can you read the writing?”

“No.”

Teressa frowned at him.

Poi sighed. “I really can’t. But I can read the general imprint of what the words are supposed to mean with [Object Reading]. This thing has killed a lot of souls... I would almost call it a harvester.”

“Fake souls inside dungeons?”

“The conjured souls that form conjured people and conjured monsters are as real as any other souls out there, but they’re the souls of slimes; it takes time for them to become people.” Poi said, “But they’re still technically people. Also, it’s not actually a harvester, but the memory of one, made real.”

“I thought the problems with Anarchy and Blue were big time issues...” Teressa took a moment, and then she confided, “But he really did [Onward] into the next big problem, didn’t he.”

Poi wasn’t quite sure what to say to that, except, “It’s more complicated than that, Teressa. I think this started... With him, at the very beginning, when he fell to Veird... Or maybe even before that. Erick is a certain kind of person who developed power, and now we’re here, at the natural extension of Erick’s desire to make a better world. Every step along the way has been Erick purposefully doing good, even if he didn’t realize how he was doing good.”

Poi almost said something else, something more.

But Teressa’s eyes glowed white, as she stared at the not-gold staff floating in the living room.

Teressa frowned a little. “I don’t see anything.” She came back to the moment. “Nothing untoward.” She looked at the staff. “But that thing... Doesn’t exist to me. I see it, but I can’t sense it.” Teressa looked around for something— She conjured a stick, and then she poked the staff.

The staff rolled a little at Teressa’s poking, jostling out of its floating stance, until Teressa removed the stick. Then the staff floated back to where it had been, hovering above the center of the round carpet in the room, taking up the most prominent space in the middle of the space.

That was likely on purpose.

Teressa narrowed her eyes. “... You think it likes floating in the middle of the room because it's in the middle of the room? Or because it’s centered on the carpet?”

Poi sipped his tea, and said, “Maybe both. The carpet is in the center of the room because it’s the center. Erick wasn’t sure why it floated where it floated either, but he left it be.”

Teressa grunted in slight disapproval. “We should... I don’t know? Uh... I am inclined to send a prayer to Atunir, since this is clearly her sort of godly artifact, but. It’s actually Erick’s, isn’t it?”

“Correct. Let Erick deal with it.”

“... Right.”

“I made tea. Want some?”

Teressa sighed a little. “Well. Yeah. I guess I do.” She walked away, asking, “That Greendale trial thing is happening in a few days, yeah?”

Poi followed, leaving the not-exactly-golden staff to hover there, as he said, “They’ll put a pause on it, for sure, and then Odaali will force the issue. Maybe not a few days, like planned. Maybe several. When it happens I imagine it’s going to be the King asking Erick to back off, and then Erick saying no, and then the Viridian throne will likely offer a private testimonial... Not sure if they’ll take that, or not.”

“Probably not, right? Odaali wants Odaari’s reasons exposed to the world?”

Poi shrugged—

And then he whipped around, right as Teressa did the same.

Poi took a deep breath. Teressa sighed, her eyes going white again as she stared into Benevolence, again.

Poi simply said, “The staff moved.”

The not-gold staff was gone.