Chapter 21-8 Sword and Plague (II)

Chapter 21-8 Sword and Plague (II)

Naeko Naeko

Ah. Yes, yes, scream in pain. Youve earned that. But scream while listening! I have something important to say.

To you as well, Veylis!

It is not enough to perform perfection.

Indeed, I have known many a talented warrior, and they all are embarrassments in the end, for perfection is something they merely feel.

The strokes, the slashes, the attacks, the maneuvers, the grapples, the transitions, the clenches, the shots, all felt instead of known, embodied instead of channeled or directed.

And what use is a master that cannot teach? And what worth is an artist that cannot offer their worth back to the world?

I pose this question to you because I've seen both of you attempting to achieve mastery.

So selfish, so deluded.

Do you think you will grasp something that no one else has, alone, swinging your sword idly on your own path?

No, you will see it after you've fought million-million duels and come out on both sides to know what it is like to be struck and while also striking another. Here. These blades are for you. The locus will let you feel everyone you kill. A blessing of mine, so you can witness the perspective of both slayer and slain.

This will give you full insight into how a battle is conducted, and allow you to imbibe more of the art than a mundane can experience in a lifetime.

You should kill as many as you can. The soldiers, blind the grand scheme. Their officers, strainning to direct their fighting cattle. The commanders, with grand sights but feeble limbs. The logisticians! The faithful! The God-Touched! All of them!

Strike them to master all aspects of violence, the totality of it.

Everything, children.

Everything.

Be it alone or a commander, in unarmed combat or firing artillery.

Everything must be understood from the minutiae to the broadest elements. Above all, though, you have to know the fundamentals of being attacked, of attacking, of angles, of the structure of war itself.

Once you have mastered one body, do it across another. Do it using people who are under you. Do it with limbs missing. Do it with extra limbs. As many situations as possible, as many circumstances as possible, as dire circumstances as possible.N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.

You do not get to call yourself a true blade until I find your refinement worthy. And you dont let a little thing like losing an arm stop you from fighting. Do you hear that, Naeko? You still have a jagged stump right now. You had me in a grapple! Plunge it into my neck! Dont topple over spraying and screaming. Its embarrassing.

Ah, but it is also beautiful. Even today, I would consider myself little more than a disciple, for day by day, I learn more ways to kill, more ways, infinitely.

You think that just because few people in this world can match you in combat, you are at the apex? No, the apex is beyond us, but we must strive to meet it every day.

For someday, we will meet something beyond our means to kill if we just stand still. And that is the greatest tragedy of all: To be slain because you never bothered slaying further enough.

Now, I am going to mend and then try to kill both of you again.

Try not to die.

-Zein Thousandhand to Samir Naeko and Veylis Avandaer during Training (Circa 89934 DIvinity [125 years before the Godsfall]

21-8

Sword and Plague (II)

Drawing memories from destroyed echoes was something Zein usually avoided. The danger that Veylis could have cast something back through its flattening threadsor that an infection of the mind would be passed back over to her could not be denied.

But in this instance, she simply had to know.

Many of her memories were partitioned. Divided across her various echoes upon reception. The dilution of her understanding made her a dangerous threat, an enemy capable of constant surprisefor there were times she cast ghosts forward into the future before wiping the recollections from her mind, alerting herself to previous plans just before the cusp of their enactment.

Through these means, she ensured the cover of her mystery, and evading her daughters clutches demanded nothing sort of mastery.

As her struggle continued, though, as she continued battling against this pestilence afflicting matter, flesh, and thought, a gut feeling told her that she already knew who this was.

So, she took a chance once more. She pulled memories tied to the streams of a destroyed echo and remembered.

Everything came to her at once.

Everything.

Ah. Waltons bastard.

The ghoul with a Liminal Frame.

The one she briefly tutored herself at Ox-3 in the district of Xin Yunsha, likewise expecting to face the Hungers, only to sink her blade into one of their monsters instead.

Her echo had cast these memories away upon being discovered by Veylis, and she herself had followed suit, ejecting everything connected to that point in time, averting any chance of mem-lock in the paths.

Pride and more than little annoyance dawned on her.

Oh, Avo.

How the little dagger had grown.

Of course, she couldn't quite call him that anymore, considering the fevered fight he was putting up.

How had he changed this much in such a short time? Drawing additional memories associated with him, she recalled him being a strange merger between flame and mind.

The fires of his consciousness were quenched now. In their place drifted empty winds. False breaths exhaled by his mind, the delusion of his genuine sequences creating an absence, allowing him to embraceor embodyany other cognitive structure he encountered.

Her true blade whispered again, but she needed no explanation.

Another warmind was active within him. Somehow.

But that meant he must have engaged the Low Masters and come out victorious.

Fascinating. Unexpected. But pleasing. Very pleasing. To think the fools of Noloth would be brought so low by one of their former slaves.

The bitterness and humiliation left a delicious aftertaste in her mouth.

Nonetheless, she still needed to break him. It was simply the way of things. A predator was a predator, and to let him move emboldened was folly. He needed to re-learn who was the student and who was the master. More importantly, she needed to make sure he stopped being so noisy in the paths.

It was his fortune that she dove upon him. If not for Naeko, then Veylis would crawled down into the Warrens, certain to twist the future in her favor.

+Avo,+ Zein said, casting her greeting across all simulated futures. Her true self moved again, skipping across Sovereignties and districts, materializing only in structures of abandonment and dilapidation. +It pleases me to see you. I am glad to see that you have grown substantially, even without my tutelage. Especially without my tutelage. Such efficient proactivity is rare indeed.+

She felt his counterattacks coming. Sensed them across time. Her strikes flicked as she fought as a legion unto herself. Echoes moved in perfect synchronicity, each cut manifesting in concurrence, an army building with each blow. Reverberations shook through her as true time passed for her, the aftershocks battle greeting her finally.

Blades clashed against matter and lightning. Coiling essence leaped from the locus laced into her weapon. Masked splinters shaped from disguised ghosts shattered with every distortive burst. The loom of time wrestled against unraveling blood.

He allowed his body to break. Fall. Splatter. More simply grew from every drop of ichor he spilled, every bit of matter he converted. She maintained perfect economy, reknitting her echoes as fast as he could dissolve them. She tested a few probing cuts with Akunsande again, trying to entrap the ghoul in her garden. He abandoned those bodies without hesistation. Detonating them as if warheads, taunting her with his new Domain of Fire.

Torrents of lashing wind tunneled out to seize her. She pulled her echoes across time as a response, constructing counter-cyclones to deny hisstorms internalized from her past experiences made material once more by the paths themselves.

She flung forth hurricanes, flames, explosions, bullets, radiation, and distortions of all kinds, repelling his attacks with ones she recalled from her history.

There was the benefit of living a long life. A storied one.

Just as there was to being a mind layered from countless other minds.

The duel between them continued, and she found herself genuinely enjoying herself, spending more effort than just casual strokes and brief stabs for once.

She countered battles by the heartbeat.

There were so few that lasted longer than one. Even fewer longer than two.

Of those who could endure the past three were only Godclads of superior skill or Spherage.

Zein blinked but declined to unravel her echoes. This was too novel an experience to avoid.

Got a confession to make, Thousandhand, the Regular drawled, speaking from every reflection in the room at the same time. Been lookin forward to snuffin you from the day we met.

The ancient Godclad cawed a laugh, and her amusement sang out from every echo.

A part of her knew that she should be done with this. That she should stride the paths and cleanse the memories from all who could have witnessed the battle between her and the ghoul.

But this was just too, too fun.

The Layer above them flickered, and in that instant, light struck the glass just right. She saw through the threshold a tide of guns primed and loaded, hovering in the tesselated abyss. She saw bioforms rushing forth, spawned from flame and flesh. Around the hollowed interior of the megablock, moisture peeled from the atmosphere as a maelstrom began to form.

The damnable ghoul had baited her. How delight

And all the Regulars guns fired at once.

***

Avo watched Zeins echoes come apart in a mess of severed threads. Around him, Draus replicas had formed a protective wall, each one armed and armored of glass, standing four meters tall and imbued with every gun she touched since gaining her Arsenalist.

Kae closed the world off, caging them in a dome of flowing water. Chambers and Dice both emerged from one of the replicas, the former spraying a stream of bioforms into existence, the latter cracking the world with every step, an icon of strength burning over her.

The last to join proceedings was Denton.

She wore only an exoskeletal vest made of interlocking plates and a formal suit underneath. No trace of her Heaven could be seen. No miracles emanated from her being.

Of all the cadre, she was the one he knew the least about.

As fast as they were destroyed, another echo materialized just before the turn of Kaes maelstrom. The Agnos was still within the passagesholding true to her role as Porter and overwatch, sparing her of direct combat.

Well, then, Zein said, sighing as she laid her glaive across her shoulders. I should have foreseen this. It was a cunning trick, using your Domain of Chronology to mask yourself and your cadre. Tell me: how did you obtain such a thing?

Avo said nothing, unwilling to betray his advantage.

The future twitched. Zein shifted behind them.

And connected to Avos splinters, everyone was ready and facing her when she re-emerged.

The Godslayer frowned like a child denied dessert. It is more fun when you are all surprised.

Speak for yourself, Draus said. I prefer shootin people. Like I did you just now.

A unique demise, Zein said. I thank you, Captain Draus. And I will return you the favor shortly. She regarded the rest of the cadre, and her eye froze on Denton. Denton? You are among these roughs? I did not expect you to be a member of this assault.

Team-bonding is important, Denton said, her tone flat. Also: working with you has been miserable.

Naturally, Zein nodded in acquiescence. Understandable. Alas, this is going to be a bitter experience, Denton. You may wear the colors, but you are not blade.

No, Denton agreed. But the rest make up for it.

Do they now? I see the Regular. I see Strixs inheritor. I see She paused upon noticing Chambers. Youre still alive? She turned to Avoevery Heaven past ninety percent, Metamind screaming at him to vent again. You kept him? I expected you to have eaten him by now.

Yeah? Chambers said, left eyebrow raised, flames rising from his body. Well. I got a habit of growing on people. Like a rash.

And then he invoked Fucktopia.

A long lump of biomass snapped out from his palm.

Casually, Zein cut it in half. Thousandhand looked unimpressed for a moment and then did a doubletake, head swiveling to stare at the severed member she just split in half. W-was that a penis? Did you just throw a cock at me?

Chambers glared. Get fucked, you old sow. Thats for whispering messed up shit about my dad to me when we first me. I mean, who the fuck does that.

Zein recovered from her shock and just shrugged. Me.

Yeah. Fuck you.

Why, Im so very old for you, child.

A sneer escaped from the half-strand. Ive gotten hard to things you people wouldnt believe.

A suffering squeak of Jaus escaped Draus replicas. Kaes exasperation flowed through the entire group through Avos splinters.

Not him, Chambers said, throwing up his hands in sudden horror. The fact that he was lying made things worse.

An actual glare had found its way onto Zeins face. Her eyes skewered Avo again. You should have eaten this one. Im going to hurt him. Badly.

Do your worst, Avo said. He can take it.

Chambers managed two nods before he froze and stared at Avo with a look of betrayal.

So, Zein sighed, swinging her blade, granting Dice with a brief smirk. This is to be a day of new experiences.

Consider it a performance review, Denton said.

Denton! Zein said, seeming shocked. Was that actually a joke?

Just an analogy.

The ancient Godclad looked up and sighed. Three new experiences in one day. Wonderful. Wonderful. She turned and regarded the maelstrom. That keeps us contained, yes?

Yeah, Avo said. Planning on loading in more echoes?

No, Zein sighed. No. I will face you here. It will be more interesting that way.

Arrogant, Avo taunted, snapping his fangs at her. Stalemated you alone.

You humored me alone, Zein corrected. Shifted her posture, but no new echoes came. Instead, a building presence approached and noticed the hooked shadow of a fish swimming across golden currents, diving down to bury itself into the echo.

And then, with a sudden shiver, Zein felt impossibly more material, more present, more whole.

The glaive in her hand had vanished. In its place was a folded umbrellabut within its folds thundered something powerful. Something analogous to the progressing currents of time.

You have laid a lure, and I have come, Zein said, declaring loudly. I have steppedunwiselyinto the future to face you. All of you. As myself. My true self. A soft smile played on her lips. Be all of you so honored.

+If this talkin goes on for any longer, Im gonna shoot her.+ Draus cast.

But before we begin, lets us make our bids, Zein said. A deal. You remember this, Avo.

He fought the urge to groan. What do you want?

Many things. What I want from you all is simple. She pointed to Draus. Defeat. She pointed to Dice. Teach. She pointed to Chambers. Castrate and defile. Cold fear filled the man. She pointed to the maelstrom. Encourage. She pointed to Avo and clenched her fist. Memories. The Low Masters you stole a new warmind from them, did you not?

Avo grunted. Hungers.

The Hungers themselves, Zein threw her head back and cawed. Ah, what I wouldnt give to see those memories

Have some questions for you too, Avo said. About the Heaven of Truth. Noloths Ark. The Accords. And history. Things that actually happened. Not whats been told to us by the Guilds.

And suddenly, her amusement was muted. The lines of her wrinkles deepened and she offered a nod. Very well. Knowledge bid for knowledge gained. That is the bargain.

That is the bargain, Avo concurred.

Zein exhaled and brought her umbrella to bear like a glaive. Leave a cycler empty. We do this to first death, as is tradition. As things stand, we will have three minutes before someone notices us. Things should be concluded before then. Avo? She was prompting him to vent. He was waiting for the fight to begin.

Im in no danger, Avo said.

Ah, she said. Coward. She taunted.

And thenfaster than anyone could reactshe was upon them.