NOVEL NEXT Chapter Seven Hundred Eight
Valen…was in pretty bad shape. Callie had aimed herself at the Unity building, but the lockdown reinforcement had faded, and she’d gone through the building, into the WCP, and hit the underground district hard. The city wasn’t going to COLLAPSE, but it was getting a little creaky.
Luckily, there was a ton of rubble around, and a modified use of Pit of Despair turned it all into Dust that I was able to work into a series of pillars to hold everything up. Song of the Soil helped me get a decent idea of the weak spots, and considering I was working mortal materials, even the amounts of Dust I was using was literally effortless.
Callie had arrived by the time I was done, and we piled into Bethy’s Domain together. I was grinning ear to ear as she threw herself into my arms and we just…held each other, letting the world move around us as we reveled in the presence of the person we loved most.
“I missed you.” I breathed as she squeezed me. “So much. Like a ridiculous amount. Fighting without you makes me feel so unbalanced, and trying to defend our own home while I knew you couldn’t be there sucked. I’m so happy you’re back. That was a hell of an attack, by the way. Serious power there.”
“It was your attack.” She said with a laugh as she pulled away. “I just borrowed it. Granted, my much higher Might helped me get the most out of it, but still.”
I laughed, and we both sat on the grass. Jessie, Celine, and Benny came over, followed by my sister, and then Gabe, Abel, and Mel. “Thank the gods you’re back.” My best friend moaned as he slumped down. “He’s been in the worst mood. No matter how I try to cheer him up. I made him breakfast last week and he nearly bit my head off.”
“You kicked open my door, screamed ‘BAGEL’ and then hurled one at my face while I was asleep!” I spat acidly.
He snorted. “You weren’t asleep by the time it hit you. You woke up because of the screaming.”
Celine glared at him. “You told me you wanted to have a heart to heart with him about taking on too much.”
“I DID have a heart to heart with him.” He said innocently. “In our hearts, there is only bread violence. And he got me back like right after. He Pit of Despaired the ground under my foot as I turned to run. I smacked my head into a door handle as I went down.”
“Which did NOTHING to you and irreparable damage to my door!” I raged. “So if anything you owe me twice for that!”
Callie shot Celine a pitying look. “I’m so sorry you had to put up with this the whole time I was gone.”
“It wasn’t that bad.” The elf girl laughed. “Honestly it’s a relief to see them so carefree. Shane really has been on edge, and Benny was worried. Of course, he SHOWED that worry in a ridiculous way, but that’s just their relationship.”
“Speaking of worry.” Said Jessie hesitantly. “Do we need to worry about Travis mass murdering people out of frustration? Or to try to mess with our heads? I’m kind of shocked he hasn’t been doing that already. I get he wants to mass sacrifice all the Ascendants as a show of force, but they’ve been leaving the mortals totally alone.”
Chelsea grimaced. “If I had to guess, it’s because killing them hasn’t even occurred to him. People like friends and family would have been targets if they weren’t at the wedding, but most Ascended like Travis…they consider mortals to be basically livestock. It literally isn’t worth the effort to kill them in large numbers as far as they’re concerned.”
That was…depressing. It was good for our purposes, but hearing that the other side of this war (and some of our own side based on her tone) literally considered more than 98% of the universe not to be human was…dark.
“Anyway.” I said, desperate to change the subject. “We’re headed back to the volcano, and we’ll be staying there a while. I considered continuing this party on to Wintervale, but after experiencing that raid and the exhaustion from consistent power use like that, I decided to wait.”
“But won’t we need to worry about Travis being ready for us?” Asked Jessie worriedly.
“I think the opposite.” I said with a shrug. “The longer we wait the bigger our advantage. We took a huge chunk out of his forces, made a big splash doing it, and destroyed his only means of expansion. The longer we wait the stronger we get, and he can’t stay on guard twenty four seven indefinitely. Let him waste his energy on defense while we recover, then hit him when his guard drops.”
I’d been leaning toward taking the fight to him as soon as possible, but Valen had changed my mind. The patience they’d shown with that trap, mixed with my own growing exhaustion, had illuminated a better path forward. Plus I wanted to spend some time with my wife. We’d rescued everyone we knew, and with Travis shoring up his defenses we had some breathing room. I needed to breathe.
Callie reached down, taking my hand in the grass and twining her fingers through mine. I didn’t look at her, but I didn’t need to. Touching her after so long apart was relief enough in itself.
We weren’t DONE with the occupation, but we had certainly turned things around. “I say we give it a month.” I said eventually. “Between wishes and normal growth, it should be more than enough for us to at least scrape up against D-rank. Well, Callie and I. We can ride the planetary rank up when we finish liberating Callus.”
I was honestly torn about becoming D-rank. I couldn’t imagine what that was going to be like, and I’d be losing Zeke’s protection. I was confident enough to survive without it, but I was going to seriously miss him, even without the additional worries that losing the defense of my guardian would drop on my head. Still, I’d had a lot of practice lately, between this incident and the Glade.
A month wasn’t a short time, but I suspected Travis would be on his guard for a WHILE. Four weeks should be enough time for even the most paranoid defender to relax, and when we hit him, we’d be much more powerful than we were now.
More than that though…we were tired. Not just me, but all of us. We’d been running from siege to siege, blowing up buildings and dropping districts on people. The odd break for recovery wasn’t the same as actual downtime, and if we tried to go into this fight half cocked people were going to die.
The Wendigos had ferocity and power, but they were ultimately animals. Too much instinct and not enough thinking. The enemy Ascendants were mostly thugs and bullies, most likely sent along because they were more trouble back at the base than dead. I’d definitely killed more than a few legitimate threats, but they wouldn’t have been wasting their best.
Now though, the shoe was on the other foot. The longer we waited the better shape we’d be in, and the worse shape they would. Staying at one hundred percent alert for a few days was tough, doing it for a MONTH would have any sane human being, Ascendant or not, ready to snap.
Granted, we were living under a volcano, so our own people were likely to get stir crazy after a while too. But we could still do raids on claimed cities to free high rankers, assuming Travis didn’t call them all back to Wintervale to dig in.
The more I thought about the situation, the more I became convinced that this was the worst possible outcome for him. If the labyrinth dropped, the high rankers would storm the planet and he’d be fucked. The only thing I could imagine saving him would be a god, and he’d made it clear that he didn’t exactly have one on hand.
His plan was considered a low risk attempt that didn’t waste anything important. Their gods had given him a few trinkets, but the basic concept was that he would create a big fuss without needing to waste a ton of time and energy from powerful Ascendants on their side. It was supposed to be a morale blow.
My instincts told me that his way out of this involved the sacrifice. Maybe some kind of summoning or something, or an emergency beacon. Whatever the case, he needed a way out from under the nose of a bunch of A-rankers, and if he couldn’t manage the sacrifice, I doubted he’d have one.
He was going to get antsy as this dragged out. Honestly we’d gotten lucky with his whole outlook on mortals, but it would probably start looking like a viable option eventually. Which meant we needed a way to keep him locked up in Wintervale once his people got back.
I pointed that out to Callie through the bond, and she paused, looking thoughtful, then nodded. “I might have an idea.” She said after a minute of consideration. “Give me a bit.”
She came back looking excited. “Alright. I think supplemental wishes will help, but we’ve got a decent plan. Frostbite thinks she can work with Tempest to rig up a massive blizzard. An invocation with a few other powerful abilities poured in, some enchanting to anchor it, and some wishes to smooth out the problems.”
Frostbite herself, who I hadn’t seen in quite a while, appeared shortly afterward, with Bethy following behind her. “Hey” I greeted her warmly. “Heard you have an idea that might solve our problem.
“Hell yes I do.” She grinned. “In fact, I have a much better one than I did a minute ago. I was talking with your vampire about her Domain, expressing some interest in how it worked, and she made a comment that gave me an idea. We have enchanters here. Formation masters, ice ability users spatial users, and a dozen other types of powerful Ascendants. Not to mention the layout of that place is set up specifically for formations, right?”
I nodded. “Pretty much, there’s a huge one there already, that’s what the aurora is. What does that have to do with anything?”
“Because, the terrain, the possible formation applications, and the layout of that area all happen to resemble something extremely relevant to our situation.” Holding out a hand, a sphere of ice manifested, and inside of it I could see a mini snowstorm.
I froze. “A snowglobe.” I said slowly. “You want to use a formation supported by over a hundred E-rankers to turn the entire city of Wintervale into a SNOWGLOBE?”
“I mean, we’ll need plenty of support, and it won’t last forever, but it should keep them from burning down the whole planet out of revenge. Melissa from the Beast Lord Garden is into it, and she’s going to need plenty of support from you and your cousin, but in theory we SHOULD be able to pull it off.”
“We’d have to make it permeable from outside.” I said slowly. “Let us and the other enemy forces in but not let anything out. Once we finish them off we can drop it. Is Moravian here? Bring him in on this. He’s a Formation Grandmaster, and if anyone can pull it off its him.”
I was getting excited. If we pulled this off, we could seriously limit the damage Travis and co could do, AND hopefully Moravian could use this whole idea as the step he needed to springboard his planetary formation into the rank up. At least if my understanding of formations and symbolism was right.
This was the closest thing to a solid plan for ending the occupation I’d had so far. The other plans were more reactionary than anything, but if we did this right, we could completely crush the enemy forces. I couldn’t help but grin. Time to see how Travis liked being stuck in a bubble.