Chapter 204
I stepped off the elevator. Compared to the beach-party atmosphere of the second floor, the atmosphere here was night and day. It was cold, and instead of vibrant tropical faire, I was treated to a wasteland of gray brick and gothic architecture with a tall ceiling, scattered with bright splashes of red.
A catacomb. How quaint.
Whatever battle took place here dyed the image, spattering its cliche-but-reserved creepiness with grindhouse red, bodies and trails of blood soaking into the ground. Judging from the bodies, the only time Id seen this many monsters in one place was during the transposition.
Looks like we missed the fun. Talia heeled at my side. While her tone was calm, her hackles were raised, the beginning of a growl in her throat.
Fan out. Look for casualties. I murmured.
Audrey got vertical, moving cautiously at first, scaling the wall effortlessly with her vines until she hung from the ceiling, traversing it with spider-like grace. Talia went the opposite direction, moving at a silent jog. I almost told her to slow down until I saw her pause at a corner, carefully peek around it and move on.
I bent down, staring at the multitude of footprints at the entrance, stupidly hoping Kings Ranger came with some sort of innate tracking ability. It didnt. I tried to count them, but there were so many going both directions it was impossible to get a solid headcount. Someone whod lived in a rural area might glean more. Even with my enhanced Perception, the most I could nail down was that the footprints were probably human. Or at least, humanoid.
I left a little room for doubt as they drastically ranged in size. There were footprints big enough for me put both feet together and stand in the center of them, and some small enough
Wait.
I leaned far down, putting out a hand to catch myself. There was a small set of footprints in the mud, heading deeper into the catacombs. Too small.
Human Adolescent. Between nine and fourteen. filled in the blanks.
I frowned. Highly specific deductions were par for the course with the title, even early on. It could divine a sidearm a civilian was carrying from the bulge in their waistband or outline in their clothes. Shame it couldnt do the same with a Users inventory, but the point was, it probably wasnt wrong.
Which begged the question. Who the hell brought a kid in here?
Tyler and the Adventurers Guild werent the type to use child soldiers. The Order was capable of it, but there wasnt a kid in the three-man squad that came up here. The woman with them had a kidunless shed pulled an American Sniper and carried around a fake baby as a propbut unless shed been feeding it something nasty, admittedly a real possibility with all the dodgy magic in play, the kid wasnt with them.
Which meant either some ballsy kid made it up to the towers 28th floor, or there was a third party in play.
I grimaced. I needed to pay more attention to peoples shoes.
There was a looping shadow on the ceiling, and I nearly reached for my dagger before I sensed Audrey, sending me feelings of calm and serenity.
Audrey dropped from the ceiling and landed with a wet plop, wiggling gleefully in the mud, stopping only when she noticed my expression. Problem?
Im guessing from your reaction, the floor is empty? I said, attempting to tamp down my irritation at the ruined tracks.
Many dead biters. Audrey confirmed.
Anything taste good? I asked idly, watching Talia slink her way back. From her expression she didnt share the plant summons cheer.
Biters always taste worse than foragers. Audrey said it like it was common knowledge.
Talia gave the plant a pointed look. Feasting on the fallen is best reserved for after we know were safe. I nearly tore you open.
You tear open. Audrey stuck a vine at me. He bring back. My turn to tear you open.
I looked between them, confused. You guys ran into each other?
Either outcome worked for his purposes.
Squeeze that fist any harder and youll break it. Talia warned.
I hadnt even realized I was doing it. Slowly, I uncurled my fingers and let my hand hang loose at my side.
If our paths cross, should we consider him hostile? Talia asked gently.
I shook my head. Then shook it again.
No. My voice was raw.
Very well, Talia said. She knew me well enough by now that she was aware how sensitive this was. She didnt push as she had in the elevator, but she also didnt move. Just waited expectantly.
If Ellisons here, theres a good chance whatevers happening inside the ripple is crucial. Thats the rub with other people knowing you have future knowledge. Downside, he probably knows were coming. And if our paths cross, I repeated her wording numbly. Theres a good chance hell approach us. Hell probably seem friendly. May even want to cooperate.
Talia bared a smile. Which of course, well reject.
No. I muttered. Ive been thinking about it a lot, and the only reason he hasnt come at me again is because it hasnt been convenient. Ellisons about the long game. Always has been, even to a fault. Blinds him on the here and now. Right now were not worth dealing with and it needs to stay that way. The more oblivious he thinks we are, the better this will go. We play along. For now. Which is why I need you both to be eyes in the back of my head. Dont make it obvious, but I need at least one pair of eyes on him at all times.
A heavy silence hung between us. Talia spoke the words I didnt want to consider.
And if his entire reason for being there is because this ripple presents another opportunity to Deal with us? Talia asked. What then?
I ignored the question. Not because she was wrong to ask, but because I couldnt bring myself to answer. Instead, I walked around her, treading deeper into the catacombs, stepping over vampire bodies strewn all over the circular path. The carnage was the definition of overkill. Some corpses had gaping holes large enough to see through, while others were literally ripped apart.
Something ate one vampire from the head down, leaving only a torso with a bouquet of severed entrails. I looked closer and found thousands of tiny bite marks.
Audrey insisted it wasnt her handiwork. Which meant we had something new to worry about.
The ripple was in the bed of an empty sarcophagus large enough to be a giants last resting place. It looked around a foot deeper on the inside than it was on the outside, and when I lowered a loop of rope into it, the rope fell straight through.
I fixed the rope to an iron loop on the wall that looked like it secured a prisoners manacles. Keeping in mind that this was apparently a resting place for vampires, I tried not to think too far into it. It was probably just window dressing.
With anticipation and nausea warring in my stomach, I lowered myself down into the sarcophagus.
As soon as my head cleared the ripple, there was a chorus of malignant screams. A long scroll of text popped up before I could so much as look down.
