Chapter 279: Guardian Ranking

Chapter 279: Guardian Ranking

After standing in line for an hour for a ration of stale slop, Vir and the others were shepherded outside the walls.

Ash rained from the sky, and distant rumbling of thunder kept the landscape from ever becoming truly quiet. Dark clouds replaced the perpetual sunset of the demon realm, making for a depressing twilight.

Now, Im sure youre wondering why Ive brought you all the way out here, the Chitran Overseer barked, his raspy voice amplified by a magical tablet. The demon stood on a wooden platform hed forced the Gargan prisoners to haul.

Indeed, several of the prisoners had been glancing around skittishly, eyeing the dark forms of Ash Beasts that loomed in the distance. Outside the confines of the wall, the monsters were ubiquitous, the danger ever-present.

Are we to fight Ash Beasts, then? someone muttered, prompting a round of hushed murmuring.

Nonsense. They wouldnt be that crazy. Would they?

What are you scared of? See those guards? Theres nothing to worry about.

Balagra snorted. The guards arent there to protect you. He motioned with his chin to the thirty-odd Chitran who ringed the group. Theyre there to keep you from acting up.

The Overseer allowed the whispers to continue for a moment. The grin on his face told Vir that the scarred Kothi relished every moment.

Expecting organized duels, were you? the Overseer thundered. Perhaps single-elimination tournaments? As if wed waste precious time and resources overseeing you sorry excuses. No, what we do here is far more efficient.

At least hes having fun, Balagra muttered.

Vir wondered if the Overseer added those barbs just to watch the prisoners squirm.

You will participate in a free-for-all! the Overseer cried. Fists, magicanything goes. We have temporarily reduced your prana collars restrictions. Your prana will be available, but limited. Use whatever means you have at your disposal. There is only one rule. You kill someone, you die too. And dont even think of harming a guard. Those collars do more than merely suppress your prana. A single command from us, and youll be missing a head. Got it? Good.

Vir wondered if that was true, or just a tactic to scare the prisoners. He also wondered how quickly the collars must activate to give the guards such a sense of confidence. There were far more prisoners than guards, and with the number of tattoos Vir spied, he was sure his fellow inmates could wreak some mayhem, even prana-restricted as they were.

The Overseer continued before any objections could be raised. Now, we arent cruel here. As I said beforeperform well, and you will be rewarded. Armor, weapons, shelter. And yes, even the protection of our garrisons walls. There is something else, however. Something all of you will benefit from. Guardian ranking.

The murmurs hushed, and Vir furrowed his brow.

Guardian rank? It was the first hed heard of such a thing.

Yes, yes, I know what youre thinking. Guardian ranks are only bestowed to Warrior Callings. Out here, everyone is a Warrior. At least, while youre on the wall. We use it to gauge your potential, which in turn determines what roles youll take. Should you ever earn your freedom, that rank will persist. I dont need to tell you how beneficial that is, do I?

The Overseer looked around. Thought so. Those still standing after a half hour will automatically earn the rank of Porcelain. Fight well, and you might even make Bronze or Steel. Porcelain gets you an iron weapon of your choice. Bronze gets you armor, and Steel? Well, steel gets you better of both, and a tent to put over your head while you sleep. Hows that for a reward, eh?

The murmurs erupted again, and this time, there was excitement in their voices.

Balagra, however, was not among them.

Theyre corrupting the bloody system, he spat. Guardians are so named because they protect the realm. They fight Ash Beasts, their ranks determined by the tier of beast killed. To earn a rank by fighting ourselves Make no mistake. This is nothing short of blasphemy.

While this Guardian system resembled the Balar Ranks of the Human Realm, Vir questioned how similar the two truly were, and whether this system suffered the same issues that plagued the Balar Scale.

Both attempted to quantify the caliber of a Warrior, though if Balagra was right, the Guardian Scale ranked Ash Beasts, and determined the level of a Warrior based on that. It sounded more robust to Vir than the number-based system the Humans used, though while he wanted to know more, he couldnt simply ask about a system everyone knew about without raising suspicion.

I take it youre a ranked Guardian, as well? Vir asked.

Balagra grunted. Steel.

My apologies for the obvious question, but Im not a Warrior Calling, Vir said, sensing his opportunity. What tier of beast does that correspond to?

If Balagra thought the question odd, he didnt show it. Tier Four. Ive taken down an Ash Wolf on my own, though I admit it was a close thing. Still, there is a vast chasm between myself and someone of Silver rank. Let alone Gold and Seric. Those might as well be living legends.

Vir cocked a brow. Downing an Ash Wolf was no mean feat. They were fast, vicious, and intelligent. A lethal combination that made them far more dangerous than other physically superior beasts. Especially within the Ash, where their capabilities were multiplied several-fold.

Thats quite impressive, Vir said, genuinely meaning it. He wondered where hed rank, were he allowed to go all out. Balagra, however, took his words another way.

Stay close, and Ill protect you as best I can.



Vir had been observing the demon fight, and what hed seen had left him confused. Balagras tattoo functioned quite differently than anything hed envisioned.

That, at least, is no issue, Balagra chuckled as he pummeled another demon nearby. The demon tripped and fell and then his skin started to bubble. The demon screamed and ran.

I thought the Panav specialized in the healing arts? Vir asked. Balagras magic had created something of a moat around himself, with demons quickly attacking before retreating around whatever it was that burned off their skin.

Im unsurprised you havent heard of Corruption, Balagra said casually, even while he fought. Among the Panav Bloodline Arts, it is by far the rarest. And not looked upon with any fondness by my people, Im afraid.

Vir wanted nothing more than to ask Balagra all about what led him to choose such a tattoo, but it would have to wait until later. Unlike Balagra, Vir possessed no physical Chakra defenses, and even the mental ones required him to open his Foundation Chakra to counter.

The issue was that no Chakra could be left open indefinitely, and Vir had only recently opened his. He had to exercise extreme caution about when and how long he left it open. Too late, and hed succumb to an illusion, leaving him vulnerable. Too early, and he may not have enough concentration left to defend against the next attack.

This was combat on another level than what he was used to. There was the physical plane, with strikes, dodges, and parries. The prana plane, with bloodline arts and prana-infused attacks, and finally the Chakra plane, with its metaphysical elements.

Combat in the demon realmtrue combat, among mastersseemed to be in another league when compared to human fighting.

Making matters worse, the weaklings had all been weeded out. Either from being knocked unconscious or by pretending they were.

Those that remained were strong, and Vir was elated to count the gray demon and the kothi hed scouted among their number. Either they were proficient at combat, or they were extremely good at running away from danger. Both were valuable traits in their own right.

Lets avoid those two if we can, Vir said, pointing to each in turn.

Balagra shrugged his agreement, and they continued to fight, quickly falling into a rhythm. Balagras Corruption field kept enemies at bay, moving as they did. The courageous ones who attempted to penetrate were met with Virs grappling techniques, which had them pinned and writhing on the ground.

Luckily, there seemed to be none among them who could imbue their ranged prana attacks with chakra.

Together, they proved to be a near-unstoppable force. Teamwork, it seemed, was the last thing on most prisoners minds, and with Balagras training, they brought demons down wherever they went.

True to his word, Balagra ensured Vir was never harmed, and Vir couldnt help but be amazed by the demons level of control.

The free-for-all had gone surprisingly well, and only five minutes remained. Vir was starting to suspect theyd all make it out of this unscathed when the inevitable happened.

Vir scanned the battlefield, his eyes coming to rest on the gray demon hed scoutedthe one whod visibly reacted to the family the slavers had nearly turned into slavesfighting some fifty paces away. He watched as the four-armed red demon behind him flared his tattooprana building.

It built and it kept on building. Worsethe red demons expression was warped into a mask of rage so fierce it was almost feral.

Vir knew then that there would be no escape from such a blow. Whatever grudge this demon held was personal, and whatever magic he was about to unleash would be lethal.

With that realization came anotherthat there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Vir would have to Blink there to make it in time. A movement art so powerful that itd ordinarily be impossible here in the demon realm would raise questions. Questions Vir would be entirely incapable of answering.

And yet, he couldnt let that demon die. It may only have been a hunch. He might very well be wrong. But Vir didnt believe that the gray demon was a bad person.

And so, he disappeared. Carrying the momentum of Blink, he smashed his elbow into the four-armed demons back.

The poor fool didnt even realize what had hit him. His target spun, but he saw nothing. Vir Blinked back to Balagras side. Hoping the demon wouldnt have noticed his absence.

Balagras eyes narrowed, and Vir silently cursed.

It seems youve been holding out, Balagra said softly.

And that concludes our combat evaluation! the Overseers cheery voice boomed. Those of you conscious enough to hear my words, good work! As for the rest of you, well Not so much, I suppose.

The magic that had been hurling back and forth halted abruptly, and Chitran guards flooded in to break up any lingering fights.

Return to your berths, the Overseer said. Well have your results tomorrow. Until then, enjoy your free time.

The Chitran leveled his gaze on Vir and smiled, but it failed to reach his eyes.

No, not you. You are coming with us.