Chapter 271, 1/2

Chapter 271, 1/2

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From the desk of Knowledge Mage #Charme-B-789

Topics: Angels, Demons, WoB, Avandrasolaro, Thoughts on the War, Time Shelter, Greensoil.

Dated: 15d/4m/1453y Year of Stillness, middle of the 4th month of the Unending Year (tentative name).

The Angels left on the seventeenth day of the second month of the Year of Stillness. Many humans went with them. Everyone who wanted to leave was encouraged to leave, and told that if they left, they could not come back, and also that Margleknot was not a wholly pleasant place. People escaped anyway, through mass relocation magics set up by Yggdrasil. The Sovereign Cities were desolated by the Flight of the Angels, but we remain strong. I have heard that Greensoil fared far worse, and that demons are partying in the capital of Greendale.

Odaali is the new capital for all who remained, and the WoB is helping to fix them up to be the new center of their fractured empire, and also ensuring that the desecration remains minimal. For all his power, though, there are still desecrations.

The Demons are still celebrating as I write this, and they will continue to celebrate for the foreseeable future. They have invited every single human land to join them for feasts and every other thing that they got up to. It was an attempt at reconciliation of some sort.

There had been an official peace treaty and ending of animosities, but this Knowledge Mage does not believe it could last forever. The Angels went to Margleknot to fight for Good, and the Old Demons there are all Evil. When we reconnect, there will be difficulty, I am sure.

The Time Shelter held strong the whole time.

When the Time Shelter goes down, the collective belief is that the War will begin in earnest.

Due to the way time works between here and Margleknot* there was absolutely no way the Angels could be back for the War, and this Knowledge Mage hopes that they never come back at all, and also that we win the war. According to this Knowledge Mages inquiries, Veird is filled with more power on an individual level than that which exists on Margleknot, and Veird is only getting stronger.

Avandrasolaro officially took up the Crown of Angelic Divinity on the Seventh Sphere on the last day of the third month of the Year of Stillness. He took his crown in a holy white city that was built brand new for him by the Wizard of Benevolence. The city was mostly empty, for only 750,000 angels remained, out of the original 2,109,000,000 that went to Margleknot.

This Knowledge Mage can only speculate on what is to come, and all my speculations are poorly received, for I am rather pessimistic.

*Time is relatively frozen on Margleknot, compared to how we move here on Veird.

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From the desk of Knowledge Mage #Charme-B-789

Dated: 29d/4m/1453y Year of Stillness, end of the 4th month of the Unending Year (tentative name).

Topics: WoB, Thoughts on the War, Sundering, To Sunder, Impossible Dreams

Due to recent events, this Knowledge Mage desires to put down for posterity what is happening now.

What is sundering?

Some would say it is taking something and breaking that thing down further than particles, and souls, and thought, and action. To sunder a soul, or a person, results in a massive release of energy, after all. You can only really sunder disembodied souls, too, so that could tell you a lot about a lot.

Doesnt tell me much.

In fact, no one really knows what sundering really is but its remarkably easy to do, and the effects of a sundering are easily seen during a sundering.

The Songli Highlands use a particularly easy-to-make sundering tool that is used to execute the highest of criminals. Their method is perhaps the most well documented way to sunder. You take a crystal, about the size of a fist, and you take a grand rad, also about the size of a fist, and you put them together. Literally just together. The grand rad is usually carved to have a flat spot on it, and so is the crystal, while the crystal has a purposeful point on it.

You put the flat spots together then you aim the crystal point at the disembodied soul to be sundered.

Grand rads naturally draw in ambient mana to keep themselves stable. The crystal focuses this action in a direction. The sucking-inward draws the soul into a sundering area that exists in the joining of grand rad and crystal and in the cutting facets of the crystal, and when the soul falls into the sunderer, the soul is ripped apart, sundered, and thick air fills the area, as the soul is turned into mana. Some of that mana goes into the grand rad, but not much at all, according to what I have managed to discover.

There is no recovery from this action.

The soul is gone forever. [Reincarnation] cant bring it back, because it is sundered. Even if you dont sunder the full soul, and you target the remains of the victim of the sundering with a [Reincarnation], the person who comes out of the [Reincarnation] isnt the original person, because the sundering also destroyed all the memories of the person it sundered.

This is known.

And now we come to the missives handed out by House Benevolence these past two days. I will include the text in its entirety; it is not overlong.

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What do you know about Sundering? Report your collected findings to House Benevolence, and you might be rewarded by the Wizard of Benevolence himself. Normal information will be paid for in a normal manner.

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And thats it.

We all know of the generosity of the Wizard of Benevolence, and that when he sets his mind to something, that something is soon solved.

And yet, this Knowledge Mage has a hard time believing that the WoB could ever solve sundering.

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From the desk of Knowledge Mage #Charme-B-789

Dated: 5d/5m/1453y Year of Stillness, beginning of the 5th month of the Unending Year.

Topics: Thoughts on the War, Time Shelter, Nothanganathor, Gods and Wizards, Terrorism in the Theater, Missus Bertha Berter

In previous missives, I have listed concerns over the nature of the Time Shelter as an imperfect solution to the problem of Nothanganathor and the War.

Allow me to elaborate those thoughts in full, due to a terrorist incident that occurred earlier today in the Theater District of Charme.

The incident began as a rather standard play of the news, done in a comedic fashion by Missus Bertha Berter, as she often does. She spoke of Demonic meetings happening between our rulers of Charme and some visiting demons of the 5th Sphere, speaking derisively of them, earning herself a great many laughs. The problem was that those demons were in the crowd.

This Knowledge Mage does not know exactly what happened, but I will endeavor to find out the full story as soon as I can, and amend that to this report. (Note: Full report on the incident done. See file Terrorism in the Theater.)

The results of that incident were three near-deaths, all the demons murdered and sent back to New Hell, and the beginning of a larger topic that swept the Sovereign City up in its intrigue.

1) The War is going to happen whenever the Shelter comes down.

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2) Nothanganathor doesnt seem able/willing to end the Shelter himself.

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3) The only way the Shelter is coming down is if our Gods and Wizards take it down.

The Gods and Wizards wish to prepare enough to open the world and then fight.

Almost everyone else wishes the world to remain Sheltered, since that seems to be working right now.

This has, as you can imagine, caused some tension.

The full nature of this tension spans the entire world, and this Knowledge Mage can only guess at the full ramifications of it all.

I will make some educated guesses in the following addendums.

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Addendum 1 of 73

On the nature of Peace...

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From the desk of Knowledge Mage #Charme-B-789

Dated: 6d/8m/1453y Year of Stillness, beginning of the 8th month of the Unending Year.

Topics: [REDACTED UNTIL THE END OF THE WAR], Thoughts on the War, Time Shelter, Nothanganathor, Gods and Wizards, WoB, Solomon, [Silver Heart], Geodes, Stratagold, Sundering, ERASURE

Wizard Solomon of the Black Gate has requested more information on Sundering from several prominent Knowledge Mages, and one of them let slip that there is a large project underway to solve the Sundering problem.

This Knowledge Mage believes it is an attempt to solve the Erasure Problem, in steps.

That is all that I know at this time.

Personal Note: I feel drawn to this topic in a way I have rarely felt. This pull is of such a note that I feel compelled to write it down.

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From the desk of Knowledge Mage #Charme-B-789

Dated: 6d/8m/1453y Year of Stillness, beginning of the 8th month of the Unending Year.

Topics: [REDACTED UNTIL THE END OF THE WAR], Sundering, Erasure, Personal Files, water damaged, House Benevolence, experimental magic

I apologize ahead of time for the tears on this file, because I cannot stop them from coming. I was made aware today that I am being looked at to assist with a major magical breakthrough conducted by House Benevolence, King Solomon of Genesis, and the Wizard of Benevolence. It could mean the removal of the Enemys greatest weapon. It could mean I dont know what it means.

I am apparently the victim of an Erasure.

Through a great many confluences of events, which I am still trying to understand, I was a warrior in the army of Killtree and lovers with a woman who, if she was a man, we would have been married and had kids. I do not know her name. I had been 80 years old, alongside her. And then we got [Reincarnation]ed by the Wizard of Benevolence during his Benevolencing of the Sovereign Cities. She became a man, I became myself. I do not know his name.

That whole period of my life is strangely missing. I will attempt to reconcile Whatever I can.

Since then, I have been living in Charme, having arrived in this land a decade ago, in a way that I thought was by myself.

But I had come here with a husband who I mourn most fiercely.

Even though I do not know his name, or face, or that he even existed before today, before my meeting with King Solomon and the Apparent King Erick Flatt, I had a husband. Both King Solomon and the WoB knew me; they remembered me from all those years ago. They saw how I held hands with the woman who became my husband, before they (Read: the WoB) [Reincarnation]d me into my current form. They knew he was gone, though the Apparent King obviously knew more than King Solomon For some unknown reason. I had thought they were the same person, and Solomon was the WoBs repro, but it is more complicated than that. I have included my new thoughts on this matter in Addendum Solomon, Repros, and the Infinite.

But as to the current topic:

I am preparing to participate in a study to bring my husband back to me.

I hear I am not the only one participating.

I have no hopes.

And yet, they tell me they have had some success with cats.

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Three months ago:

Chaos is calling. Be back later.

Solomon half-woke to words that lingered in the absent warmth on the left side of the bed. Destinys scent was still there, but Destiny was gone. For one brief, horrible moment, Solomon thought he saw Red in the air.

He panicked.

He recalled a thing that Erick had spoken of once, and done a few times, but which he had never had any luck with.

Solomon reacted anyway.

He held out a hand and put it on Destinys bare shoulder, right in front of his own face, where he usually kissed every morning as he got up for the day.

Silver flashed.

And then Destiny was there.

Between panicked thought and quiet action maybe a thousandth of a second had passed. No time at all, really.

Solomon breathed out against Destinys shoulder, relief filling him as he shuddered, pretending that Destiny had been there the whole time, and maybe if he pretended enough it would be true. Oh gods, I think I had a bad dream.

Destiny hummed.

And then she rolled over to look Solomon in the eyes. Her blue eyes stared into his platinum ones, and she leaned forward and gave him a peck on the lips. She pulled back, saying, You seem to be the reason for my Chaos spiking today, lover. Do you know what you just did?

Solomon paused.

He reviewed his memories.

What sundering did was to completely erase all the originality of the mana in the air, though, meaning that mana could then be moved on into new lives, for people to take up and become one with themselves. So the fact that they could gather the old soul like this at all was amazing.

It was a major breakthrough

If it worked.

Theoretically this could work. Tasar said, I would stress that word more than you are stressing it.

Erick nodded. The only real issue is with Erasure. Where does that mana go? Yggdrasil says that Erasure is Sundering people for personal profit, but more so than that. Even he doesnt know exactly what is going on there, because like all high-level combat and capabilities, its all kinda Wizardly.

Tasar scrunched her face as she stared across the open air, down at a cat that was not a cat. Do you think Solomon can actually do this? That these people are real people?

Thats the thing, Tasar, Erick said, Magic has a way of working better if you believe in it.

A soft wind kicked up for a moment.

Tasar decided, This will be easier to believe when we have real results.

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A week later, the cat was fully stone, looking white with some gold spots on it, just like the stratagold upon which it sat. Just how the cat had originally looked. The grocery owner, who was the main interactor of the cat, left a tiny grey stonefish paperweight on the other side of the cats bench, like normal. Like he did every day. Later, the cat stood up for the first time, like normal, and it went over and ate the stone fish.

Without doing anything else the cat went back to its seat and sat.

Hours later, the white-and-gold cats tail had a little grey tip. The stonefish had been grey, and it had passed through the entire stone elemental without being altered, only to end up at the tip of the tail. With a lazy sort of swish, the cat flicked the very tip of its tail over the edge of the sky bridge, where the grey stone hit the ground seven kilometers down.

The normal strike zone was one of a hundred usual locations.

It landed in a normal location, right in the middle of the standard distribution model of all the previous centuries of cat-poop-tossing that Rozeta had recorded, because the wrought had recorded it and Rozeta had recorded the wrought.

Copper Human Neighborhood 27s gardener picked up the grey lump of stone like it was the most joyous day of his life. He held the grey stone for a long moment, in his pale green hands. And then tears of liquid copper, bright as burnished gold, formed and fell from his deeply green eyes, as he cast a tiny bit of Destruction Magic on the offensive bit of garbage, eradicating it, turning the remains of the fish into bits of mana and nothing else.

That night there was a small celebration in the command center of the project.

A week after that, the stone elemental cat still didnt move except to eat its once-a-day stonefish treat.

This was met with incredible enthusiasm, but not as much as the other things that people were seeing in the decimated wrought neighborhood.

The gardener for Neighborhood 97, which had been a simple floating Heart, had changed. Now he had a green sort of tint to the air around his heart, forming the general shape of himself. Five other instances of maybe-successes operated all throughout the rest of Human Copper Neighborhood 97, ranging from the boy who handed the girl a love rejection letter, to the old woman who knitted on her porch. The boy who wrote the rejection letter was a particularly prominent occurrence, almost looking like a full person, if made of illusions. The girl who threw the letter away was even able to take an illusion of the letter from the man, and then toss it over the bridge. Erick imagined that the tears that girl shed as she tossed the illusionary letter away were particularly strong that particular day.

And then Rozeta confirmed that the cats elemental soul was 98% the same as her records of the neighborhood showed.

It was good enough for the [Resurrection] laws to consider the two cats to be the same.

The party that night was a massive affair, and yet it was still subdued and hidden.

This was a big event, with many unforeseen happenings, and everyone wanted to keep it as quiet as they could.

It was still a big party.

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The day after the party, Erick got a request for a talk from Yggdrasil.

And so, on the shores of Yggdrasils Cavern at Stratagold, in that massive water-filled land littered with skyscraper-sized white crystals that were dwarfed by Yggdrasil himself, Erick stood with his sons avatar. The water lapped at the stony beach and the air felt more brisk than cold, because everything was bright light and open and beautiful.

Yggdrasil had seen the beauty a lot, though, and he was focused on something else entirely.

I need to stress to you, father, Yggdrasil said, We didnt think it was possible to undo Sundering, or Erasure. Otherwise I would have helped you with this.

Erick smiled softly, feeling great. You could have helped me finish off that keg of Wizard Wine last night.

Yggdrasil gave his father a Look.

Erick guffawed.

Yggdrasil said, This is a big deal, father. Even if youve only brought people back in small ways through specific sunderings, its still a big deal.

Erick reeled in his mirth, and got down to business. Two things: Maybe Malevolence made us believe it was impossible. And also He guessed, Someone from Margleknot wishes to join this winning side?

Yggdrasil considered Ericks first point, and then he said, No, father, to the first point. This is a major change in the universe. In all universes.

Erick simply smiled.

And yes to the second point. Yggdrasil said, Your neighbor from the Old Dragon District wants to help. Were going to call him Tom. I can support him for a while on my roots, but he cant come out further than that, and he cant come here during the war. We have to win, father, and then he can come and help to ensure that this anti-Sundering magic truly works well.

Lionshard wanted to come out here?

The Fate Mage? The guy who ran all of Margleknots cleansing and universal anti-corruption programs?

Awesome!

Fuck yeah! Erick said, laughing. Bring him on over Wait? Can he come here? Like Can his magic fit here? What about the Curse of Power?

Yggdrasil paused, as though he didnt understand the problem. And then he went, Ah. Yggdrasil elaborated, We need to win, and then Ill plant on Fenrir, and he can be there. He wont actually come to Veird. I can protect him easier there.

Erick said, Then we need to win. He asked, Can Tom help before that? With the time dilation going on, and all?

Yes. Thats what I really wanted to talk to you about. Yggdrasil said, Youre hard to track and prognosticate around, and the time dilation here is massive, but this conversation here was considered. He has created some preset assistance-packages for me to trigger. If you veer too far away from accepting his help or asking for something far outside of his idea of what you want and need, then he might need months of Veird time to come up with something else.

For every minute that passed on Margleknot, a month passed here on Vierd. The angels who had left a few months ago had only just arrived at the Celestial Observatory

Erick turned his attention back to the moment, and asked, What are my options?

Aside from the direct murder of Nothanganathor, pretty much anything is possible. Yggdrasil said, You just have to ask for something specific or even in general.

Erick went over a few things in his mind.

Yggdrasil had already provided Veird with a dossier on Nothanganathors usual magics months ago, and those had helped out immensely with figuring out some plans, but all of those plans broke down next to the Big Lizard himself. All of Ericks valkyries would be successful if they managed to simply stay alive and Siphon as much of Nothanganathors power as possible, making more and more of themselves, without getting splatted.

That was just a plan, though, and Erick expected that plan to fail at some point in the process.

The other plan was to make enough mana to eventually turn the tide in the entire Veird system from Red to anything else. That was the battle-of-attrition plan, and which was a much more workable strategy than relying wholly on the valkyries.

In order to realize that strategy, the [Silver Heart]s were already heavily deployed all across Veird, but mostly in the Core. This was giving Veird a bunch more mana generation, without causing hallucinations everywhere, like an unshielded/modified Heart was prone to do. From Ericks understanding, Melemizargo had a Heart in every single dungeon, too. There were even some free-floating [Silver Heart]s out there, with most of them on the Silver Surface, under the silver-leaf canopies of the eternal stonewood trees. They survived rather well up there in that endless forest of kilometer-tall trees, where slimes and small monsters spread. The Hearts liked being observed and generative and Koyabez had taken a very large liking to them, so he kept them around and made them his.

All deployments inside cities and public places were met with people complaining about hallucinations that didnt do anything for them, so city-deployments were nixed. The Hearts found forever-homes inside artist homes, though, and anywhere else where people wanted to make things. Some people had even taken to turning [Silver Heart] into [Heart Charm], making little charm spells that they carried around on their wrists, which did everything that the normal [Silver Heart]s did but individually, instead of atmospherically. Now those spells were seeing rather widespread deployment.

Point was, that Veirds mana concerns were rapidly becoming non-concerns, and for the first time in forever Rozeta was counting out a massive surplus of mana in the manasphere.

Except for that mana which some people were eating.

Ericks [Endless] aura was being used rather extensively among the Paradoxed dragons of ArCosmos, but not in many other places. Instead of taking months or years to accrete a core, some of the dragons, like Redflame, were popping out a thousand cores a day, which were all getting enchanted in order to stabilize Fairy against Nothanganathor, in case people had to fall back from the real world.

[Silver Heart]s were also everywhere in Fairy, meaning that Fairy was no longer a bunch of disconnected continental-sized islands in the mist, made solid by Redflames and other dragons concentration of that Gate Space to solidity. ArCosmos and the various cities of other dragons were already a second world, but [Silver Heart]s expanded that land many, many times over. It was like how Erick could [Duplicate] matter into planets, and now, Fairy was able to fully expand into the Shells above the Old Surface.

And thinking of expansion

Hmm.

More Spheres of Veird? More land? More dungeons? It could work?

And yet...

Erick pulled back a bit.

No need to go making new layers of Spheres. There were already 11 layers, and most of it was still barely inhabited by anything other than scattered monsters or weak dungeons Which was true for all the rest of Veird, too, Erick supposed. More Spheres could come later, though, and they probably would need to, if the Eat Nothanganathor Back plan was to work.

But what did Veird need besides more time to prepare?

That was pretty easy to answer, actually.

Veird had warriors, generals, military structure, and gods.

But there was only one True Wizard.

Erick said to Yggdrasil, We put up the Shelter because we needed time to prepare, but all the prep we have isnt enough. We need some more True Wizards; people who can actually fight against Nothanganathor and not be bowled over by Wizardry.

Yggdrasil nodded. Pick someone, and Tom will make a Fateful guide to help them to Ascend. He can only do one person at a time for Veird due to Script limitations, and probably not Solomon or Destiny. Theyre already too far along on their own paths. You should pick someone who isnt a Wizard at all. Yggdrasil added, He has guides ready to go for Jane, Evan, Kiri, Kromolok, Illustrious Moon, Sitnakov, Killzone, Burhendurur, Lynkari, Shivraa, and Ezekiel. He had a guide for Avandrasolaro, but that angel is now a god, so that path is clipped.

Erick was a little stunned at those options.

He thought them through.

Jane and Evan were both right out of the running; Erick doubted either of them would even allow Erick to help them become Wizards.

Kiri was comfortable as Gatemaster, so she was a low option.

Kromolok? Well Would Rozetas High Inquisitor want to be a Wizard? Probably not, actually. Though he had likely never had the chance to even think in that direction Maybe Erick would ask him?

Illustrious Moon and many other dragons were already trying to become Wizards, ever since Solomon proved it was possible. Burhendurur, Ericks Overseer of Enforcement for House Benevolence, was also trying for that, but in a much less active way. Honestly, Erick had not spent enough time with either of them to truly understand where their inclinations lay right now. Erick decided he should do that.

Killzone and Sitnakov. Now there was a duo of tangled webs. Sitnakov was rather solid in his current life path, though, and he was currently dating Jane, and good friends with Abigail, though both of Ericks daughters liked to pretend that wasnt happening when they were around Erick. Jane outright lied about dating Sitnakov, and they had both known she was lying about not dating him Which was fine.

Killzone was aimless right now, as far as Erick knew. He was a participant in the Blue Corps, and his skills as a warrior were highly valued against the Red Hmm.

Killzone was on the top of the list, then.

Lynkari, who had been Ericks go-between to Demon King Dinnamoth for several years, was currently enjoying a month-long orgy that Erick had been invited to 3 separate times so far. All the demons were celebrating the demise and rise of the Angels; the transition to Avandrasolaro being the Crown of the Host. Avandrasolaro had attended some of those parties, according to some of those invitations

Lynkari was probably at the bottom of the list, and yet, she would be a good candidate for getting the Demons fully integrated with the Blue Corps.

Lynkari was second on the list, then.

Erick trusted Shivraa a lot, ever since he rescued her from Slavers Den and she proved herself as both a great secretary and as the captain of the Valkyrie Squadron. She also knew resonwork a lot better than others. Combining that with how in-tune she was with the valkyries, would mean that her Ascension to Wizard and then True Wizard would greatly strengthen the Valkyries

And then there was her familiarity with so many different sources of power. Mana, resons, and other small powers out there, would make her Ascension easy probably.

Shivraa went on the shortlist, too. Probably first, actually. With her as a Valkyrie Wizard, that would make the Valkyrie Squadron a lot stronger.

Honestly, the only reason not to pick Shivraa would be because Erick had only known her for a few months on Margleknot and a few months here on Veird, but she was fitting in really well with everyone

Hmm.

And then there was Ezekiel.

Ericks first repro was currently in Charme, in a house north of that Sovereign City, along with Gnowmi, the fae of gems and crafts. Erick had purposefully stayed away from him, but he knew that Ezekiel was working on a small empire of crafting and magics, and he was one of the first to widely craft [Silver Heart] into [Heart Charm]s. Those trinkets were proliferating in the theater districts of the Sovereign Cities most of all, because they were making people accomplished actors, if the rumors were to be believed.

Ezekiel was walking his own Path already, right? No need to get him a premade Path from Lionshard.

Right?

Erick asked Yggdrasil, Do you know how Ezekiel is doing?

Hes on his own Path, as far as I know. Yggdrasil added, And hes vehemently against being a bigger part of the war. Hes diverged rather far from you. If things go bad, hes planning on escaping to Margleknot with Gnowmi. If he were to leave now then Tom wouldnt need to do a Fateful plan with him; he could do the plan on Margleknot.

Erick felt some relief at that. Good. Im glad hes just living a life. He can do what he wants. Erick decided, The shortlist is Shivraa, Killzone, and then Lynkari. Got any thoughts?

Shivraas timeframe for Wizard ignition is a few years of hard work. Killzone could either be a month or two, or decades; hard to say. Lynkari is measured in centuries.

Ah. Erick asked, Who has the shortest ascension to Wizardry?

Killzone, then Shivraa. No other persons ascension is measured in time frames smaller than years. But if Killzone manages it, then Sitnakov is only months behind. Yggdrasil added, And thats about as much as Tom was able to foresee.

Erick thought for a moment.

Killzone was on the level of a Shade right there with Sitnakov which was basically a Wizard but without the actual Authority-power of a Wizard. They were both archwarriors. Could they be Warrior Wizards? If Killzone was listless right now, and if Sitnakov would follow him to Wizardry

Say Erick glanced over to the far end of Yggdrasils cavern, where the Local Area Gate Network held by the tunnel entrance to Stratagolds embassy. And then he looked back to Yggdrasil, asking, Do you know why Killzone and the royal family of Stratagold completely avoid each other, all the time? Theyre literally the only adamantium orcols that exist, and if Killzone and Sitnakov can rise together then I need to know if whatever happened there is going to be a problem, or a whetstone.

Ive overheard some things involving the Second Prince Chernom who was murdered in an attack on the city by Melemizargo and the Shades something like 350 years ago. Theres a decade or three missing there, but Killzone showed up at Spur after that. Yggdrasil said, Other than that, the whole event was kept out of the records and no one talks about it, so your guess is as good as mine.

Erick decided, Well. Whatever. I dont really need to know, but I do need two more True Wizards, and they both fit that bill, so thats my decision. Make it happen for Killzone.

Yggdrasils eyes glittered with unseen resons, and then he said, Done. You should go say hi to Killzone, and then step away.

Erick went.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.