Book 6: Chapter 61: No Time for Blame
“You do?” Lam leaned forward, hope in her eyes. Victor wanted to comfort her, to give her good news, but he felt such an overwhelming sense of frustration and defeat that he had a hard time keeping it out of his voice.
“Yeah. Victoria or Catalina, whatever the bruja’s name is—I’m pretty sure she was capturing Edeya’s spirit when you and Kethelket interrupted her.”
“What does that mean?” Lam pressed, kneeling before Edeya, grasping her hand between hers.
“She took it with her, well, most of it. There’s a sliver of her spirit still in here, a shard.” Victor gently stroked Edeya’s pale hair, pushing a loose tendril away from her face. “It’s what’s keeping her alive.”
“Took it where?” Valla’s voice was hard, hinting at pent-up violence.
Victor groaned and stood up, looking away from Edeya. He felt frustrated and angry, but worse, he felt the warm, painful heat of shame flushing the blood up the back of his neck. He squeezed his eyes shut and, while he spoke, thumped a clenched fist against his forehead. “She slipped past me. Through the portal. She’s back on Dark Ember, I guess.”
“Dark Ember?” Lam frowned and continued to massage Edeya’s hand. “Can’t we call her back? She’s still alive; there’s still part of her spirit here! You said so yourself! Will she recover? Can this fragment be strengthened?”
“I don’t know,” Victor groaned. “God dammit! I should have chased that lying . . .” Victor frowned from Lam to Valla, saw the anger and frustration in their eyes, and knew he couldn’t be the one to act out right now. As much as he cared about Edeya, Lam cared more. As much as he wanted to blame himself for everything, that wouldn’t get her spirit back. “She interrupted me fighting with Hector. She almost helped him escape, too, but he couldn’t go through the portal. The System wouldn’t let him—something about an invasion leader not being allowed to flee.”
“Is the portal gone?” Lam asked, her eyes drifting to the exit as though she’d charge away, up into the volcano, right that second.
“Yeah, it’s gone. Nothing would last through that eruption, but it was closed even before the mountain blew. Screw this.” Victor took Lam’s shoulders in his hands, turning the woman he’d once idolized to face him. “I’ll get her spirit back, Lam, or I’ll die trying.” She stared at him with those glittering jewel-like eyes. She was a woman so beautiful he’d struggled to breathe in her presence when he’d first arrived as a slave to Greatbone Mine. Where once she’d looked at him with pity, kindness, and encouragement, she now looked at him with hope, a kind of beseeching, searching look in those eyes.
“I believe you, and I’ll help.”
“As will I, Lam!” Valla reached out to grasp Victor’s shoulder with one hand and the back of Lam’s neck with the other. They stared at each other, and it was evident in their eyes what they were saying, even without words; they’d do whatever they could to get Edeya’s spirit away from Victoria, no matter what. “Victor, claim your reward from the System. I don’t know how it works, but we’ve yet to get the promised colony stone. I think, if we plant it, whatever settlement we build around it will be our capital.”
“And if we have a capital stone, it might open up options for world travel,” Lam said, finishing Valla’s point. “Rellia will be angry if we plant it without consulting her . . .”
“I don’t care.” Victor let go of Lam’s shoulders and turned toward the exit. “If you want, send her a message. Tell her what’s going on. If she has another idea, I’ll listen.” He took two steps, then paused. “Valla, can you show me where the wounded are? I’d like to see if Chandri . . .”
“Of course!” Once again, she took his hand and started walking, tugging him toward the exit.
“I’ll stay with Edeya.” As Lam spoke, Victor looked back to see her sitting in the seat she’d pulled close to Edeya’s. She held the girl’s hand and stared at her face, whispering something only she could hear. He wondered if it was a prayer or a promise.
When they stepped outside into the courtyard, Victor came face to face with Kethelket and, beside him, the gigantic stranger who’d intervened in the battle with Hector and his dragon skeleton. In the light of day, the man was no less impressive. If Victor had never seen the people of Zaafor, the giant Degh, the animalistic Vesh, and the snake-like Yazzians, he might have been more taken aback by the newcomer’s massive, draconic form. With his size currently reduced, even Victor had to look up to meet the man’s gaze. After staring for a half second, he reached out and took the hand Kethelket held out. “I’m glad you made it.”
“As am I, Victor. Your victory and survival won the day. Ancestors! I would have loved to see that battle!”
“I as well,” the big stranger rumbled. Victor let go of Kethelket’s hand and looked at the scaled man, frowning with suspicion. He knew he didn’t have a right to accuse him of anything, but after Victoria’s lies, after learning she was really Catalina and had been playing him all along, he felt it would be stupid to trust anyone blindly.
“I’m sorry, but your name. Did you tell it to me during the fight? I was enraged . . .”
“I am Lesh’ro’zellan, and I hail from the world of Ashenshoal. Simply call me Lesh.” His voice was deep with a kind of guttural edge, especially when he pronounced the Z in his name.
“I know you helped Valla against Hector, so you have my thanks, but tell me, what brings you to Fanwath? Why were we so lucky to have your aid?”
The big, darkly scaled man’s mouth was surprisingly expressive as it twisted into a snarl. He practically spat as he growled, “The System.” Victor watched his taloned hand twist on the heavy, black metal haft of his huge, staff-like cudgel.
“Can you elaborate?”
Kethelket’s nervous fidget and sour expression weren’t lost on Victor as he said, “Perhaps now isn’t the time for that tale, Legate. It’s a lengthy one.”
“Just a quick summary, maybe?” Victor stared hard into the draconic man’s darkly gleaming green eyes. Victor might have expected an answer or a polite refusal, but he didn’t expect Lesh to fall to a knee before him, holding his enormous cudgel lengthwise on his open palms.
“I offer you my service, Lord Victor. As such, I cannot build upon a foundation of lies or deceit. I came here, to this world, to slay you.”
Victor felt something in him break free, something he subconsciously always held in check. Without thought, he severed his connection to his Alter Self spell, surging in size while he ripped Lifedrinker from the temporary loop at his belt. His aura fell around him, heavy and dense with murderous intent. As his muscles bunched and coiled, as Valla stumbled away from him, he loomed over Lesh and growled, eyes red with rage and smoldering heat, “You what?”
To his credit, Lesh didn’t flinch. “I answered a System quest, months and months ago, to come to this world and slay the one known as Victor.”
“You dare to challenge me?” If he thought about it, Victor would have recognized his Quinametzin pride asserting itself. As it was, he was barely cognizant of his ancestral need to be respected and dominate his surroundings. He twisted his hands on Lifedrinker and felt her vibrate with eagerness. Was this a worthy foe at last? He could smell something in the man kneeling before him, something ancient that echoed in his blood memories. “Kneeling . . .” his voice rumbled. Again, something deep in him recognized the respect Lesh was showing, and that recognition gave Victor just enough control to stay his hand.
Long tables lined both sides of the hall, three on each side, leaving a long central aisle strewn with colorful but mismatched rugs, likely taken from personal storage rings or those looted from the dead wampyrs. Warm light shone down from two Energy chandeliers hanging on the high rafters, and the smell of cooked food wafted from the plates and bowls in front of the many soldiers who’d gathered to eat. The mood was festive, and Victor could see why—these people were celebrating being alive, celebrating victory and a bright future despite their loss of comrades. More than that, every couple of minutes, another soldier received a magical chest delivered in clouds of green, blue, or even golden, steamy Energy.
“There’s Kethelket,” Valla pointed to the Naghelli leader sitting on a bench near the far end of the hall, watching the soldiers interacting with the System stone. Lesh was beside him, though he sat on the hard floor, his legs folded before him, studying a text of some sort. Victor walked toward them, nodding to the soldiers who grew quiet and stared as he and Valla passed. Her wings were folded tightly against her back, and Victor draped an arm over her shoulders, too happy to be near her to care what others thought about propriety.
“I can see from the lack of gloom that your friend lives.” Kethelket held up a mug of something steamy and asked, “Would you like some cider? It’s not something I pulled from my ring; the soldiers found an apple orchard in the hills to the east.”
“Ah! I knew it smelled good in here, but I hadn’t placed the scent.” Victor’s mouth had begun to salivate at the idea. “I’ll go to the kitchen in a while. Maybe after I clean up.”
“Will you claim your prize, Victor?” Lesh asked, looking up from his thick book.
“I’ll wait for the soldiers to finish. Looks like only a dozen or so still in line.” Victor studied the dragonkin momentarily, then asked, “How’d you get here, Lesh? A portal?”
“I used the System stone in our capital.”
“I know there are ways to open portals to worlds without using the System stones, but it’s not easy, is it? We had a powerful friend help us travel here from Zaafor.”
“No, not easy at all. None in my clan have the knowledge.”
Valla sat beside Kethelket and interjected, “Didn’t your cousin say she knew how to open portals? Or was that her powerful friend?”
“I . . . don’t remember. We talked about a lot in a short time. Even if she can make portals, do you think she can open one to anywhere?”
“What’s all this about?” Kethelket asked. “Portal to where?”
Valla turned to him and bluntly summarized, “Catalina has Edeya’s spirit, or most of it. We’re trying to figure out how we can get to her.”
“That’s the girl with the pretty blue wings?” Lesh asked, closing his book and, perhaps unintentionally, growling deep in his chest.
“Yeah.” Victor sighed and scratched his head, running his fingers through his hair. For a moment, he wondered why it was so stiff and clumpy before he realized his sweat had soaked up the ash in the air.
Kethelket took a sip of his cider. “Can you not summon her spirit? Rip it from that Death Caster’s clutches?”
“I don’t know. If so, it’s beyond what I know how to do.”
“Why not go to a hub world?” Lesh asked, his frown deepening.
Valla saved Victor from embarrassment by asking, “Hub world?”
Lesh looked at her with narrow eyes, then he turned to Kethelket and Victor, and when he saw no understanding in either of their faces, he said, “You’ve not traveled to a hub world?”
Kethelket shrugged. “I’ve been locked in a dimensional dungeon for the last few hundred years.”
Victor shook his head, and Valla said, “The rulers of this world have restricted access to the System stone in the capital. We can reach certain worlds from the other city stones, but I’ve never heard of a hub world.”
The draconic man took a deep breath and began a lengthy explanation in his rumbling, rather pleasant baritone, “Aha. Well, if the System gives you a colony or settlement stone, you’ll probably have limited world travel options at first, but I’m sure one of the options will be a hub world. A hub world is like a crossroads, a world where the people have worked hard to meet the System’s requirements to open more and more world connections. They do it in the hopes that their singular focus will facilitate trade and the flow of travelers and wealth, offsetting their neglect of other System options.”
“What other options?” Kethelket had grown very still, clearly intrigued by Lesh’s words.
“Hmm, let me see.” As he paused, Victor saw, for the first time, a tendril of greenish-gray vapor drift up out of Lesh’s snout. “On my home world, the rulers have concentrated their efforts on opening more and more dungeons to challenge us. The central goal of my people is always to improve individual strength and advancement. Every dragonkin lives with the ultimate desire to achieve evolution into a true dragon and, failing that, to have a clutch of strong children starting further along on the path than they were.”
“So, a hub world concentrates on world connections rather than dungeons?” Valla clarified, nodding her head.
“Yes, though there are myriad other ways to spend Energy at a colony stone.”
“No wonder those bastards have held onto power so long,” Victor growled, and he knew Kethelket and Valla would understand who he meant—the Ridonne.
“Uh, yes, well,” Lesh held up his thick book, “you can find knowledge about nearly any topic in a hub world.”
“All right,” Victor nodded, rubbing his chin. He turned back to the stone and saw that only three more soldiers were in the queue to interact. “It’s time I find out what the System decided I deserve as my award.”
