Ebook 8: Chapter 28: Lay of the Land

Victor sat on a big stone block and, groaning and cursing, labored to dig the crossbow bolt out of his armpit. A dozen bloody, damaged bolts and arrows already lay at his ft. He’d lastly run out of enemies to kill—they’d stored coming in twos and threes out of the ruins, in search of to capitalize on his “weak point” after he’d killed the unique crew of ambushers. These latecomers had quickly realized the folly of their methods. Victor chuckled on the thought, glancing across the clearing on the many corpses and items of corpses. A couple of had escaped sans a limb or two.

One factor bothered him; the System had but to ship him any Power, and he’d been executed preventing for practically 5 minutes. Did that imply different attackers nonetheless lurked close by? Because the bolt lastly slid free, following the widened channel he’d made along with his knife, Victor grunted in aid, dropping the bloody shaft. He stood and shouted, “If anybody else is ready for a battle, let’s get this shit executed. If not, then get the hell out of right here!” His Iron Berserk had worn off, however his voice nonetheless boomed from his giant-sized chest.

He heard some scrabbling, some sliding stones, and fast footfalls, however no one confirmed themselves, and the noises grew increasingly distant. Had he simply frightened off some would-be attackers? He seemed round on the corpses. Some have been massive—giant-sized as he’d come to contemplate his common type—others have been extra human in proportion. None had been near his titan type. None had been a lot of a problem for him, both, not as soon as he’d gotten out of the formation lure.

He supposed it wasn’t fairly a good comparability; these folks had been stripped of every part earlier than being despatched into the jail. None had a lot in the best way of armor or magical objects, and few had any weapons that have been value mentioning. He puzzled about that—hadn’t they slain a number of fully-geared iron rankers forward of his arrival? He remembered the loudmouth saying one thing about giving his armor to somebody named Ronkerz. Was there a hierarchy within the jail dungeon? Was there a caste system for divvying out loot gained from the monsters that spawned inside? In that case, these of us hadn’t been excessive on the pecking order.

Victor was approaching the “minotaur” to take a look at his gear when he observed rainbow-hued Power starting to coalesce across the physique. He grinned, trying round to see an analogous glow across the different our bodies within the clearing. “Right here we go,” he mentioned, eagerly twisting his palms on Lifedrinker’s haft. A couple of moments later, an unlimited surge of Power hit him. The inflow immediately healed his puncture wound, mending deep tissues that have been slower to regenerate than easy flesh. Greater than that, it crammed him to bursting, knocking him mindless as his thoughts drifted into the ether.

Virtually instantly, he felt a well-recognized presence. It was Golgothoz, the Grasp of the Axe, who’d put his mark on Victor’s chest. He got here close to, and Victor felt his approval, although the grasp mentioned nothing. When Victor tried to talk, he discovered no voice in his throat. Quickly, the weighty presence pale, and Victor’s imaginative and prescient returned to regular. As soon as once more, he stood within the blasted ruins of the death-attuned dungeon, the glowering grey moon excessive overhead. A System message marred his imaginative and prescient, and he learn it shortly.

***Congratulations! You will have achieved degree 66 Herald of the Mountain’s Wrath and gained 12 power, 17 vitality, and 12 will.***

“Good,” he grunted, slowly turning, making certain nobody was sneaking up, able to make the most of his distraction. The ruins have been quiet, although, so he turned again to the minotaur corpse. His spiked mace gave the impression to be tough black iron, and his defend wasn’t something a lot better. Victor stooped and turned the corpse over, hoping that he’d discover one thing value looting on the inmate’s corpse; in spite of everything, he’d come into this dungeon hoping the denizens had managed to pry some treasures from the deeper, extra highly effective monsters. The person’s garments have been ragged, stinking leather-based.

Victor stood. “Shit,” he growled. Not solely have been the inmates devoid of first rate gear, however he’d anticipated to achieve a couple of degree. He’d killed near twenty attackers, and although they hadn’t felt notably sturdy, they have been “iron rankers.” Certainly, a few of them have been greater degree than he was. If not, how had they managed to kill 5 sturdy people earlier than him? Was it simply as a result of lure?

One thought tickled the again of his thoughts, and, analyzing it, he noticed that he’d been prepared to check his positive aspects from this battle in opposition to these awarded by the System within the problem dungeon. The conditions have been too totally different, he determined. The System’s awarded Power within the Vault of Valor had been a portion of that taken from high-ranking, dwelling cultivators—sufficient to account for ten ranges. Trying round on the damaged our bodies of his foes, he started to grasp simply how little the System sometimes granted for slaying somebody.

Victor spat, rubbing his palms collectively irritably. He’d touched one thing damp on the minotaur’s fur, and when he seemed on the smear, he noticed that his palms have been coated in ash and blood. He dug a water bottle from one in all his containers, poured some over his palm, then rubbed them collectively earlier than drying them on a self-cleaning towel—he had half a dozen in one in all his rings.

He scanned the quiet ruins, wishing he’d marked the time when he’d arrived. He checked out his look ahead to the second time because the preventing ended and noticed he’d wasted one other twelve minutes. “Twelve minutes and what? 5 minutes of preventing . . . Nah, longer than that with all these guys slinking in after the primary group. So perhaps twenty-something minutes to date? Gotta maintain for forty extra?”

“Who you speaking to, mister?” a youthful voice requested behind him. Victor whirled to see a lean, impish younger man sitting atop a close-by, damaged wall, his naked ft kicking up and down as he stared. He had empty palms and wore nothing however brown sack-cloth pants and a rough-spun inexperienced shirt. Victor relaxed his stance and lowered Lifedrinker. The child had a pleasing face, smudged with grime because it was. Underneath a mop of sandy-brown hair, he had broad inexperienced eyes, a pointy, slender nostril, and a pleasing smile.

“Myself,” he grunted.

“Oh! I try this, too. Not many pleasant of us to speak to round right here, however the Enclave’s higher.”

“Enclave?” Victor frowned on the child. “Aren’t you somewhat younger to be in a jail like this?”

The younger man smiled and shrugged. Even atop the wall, he needed to look as much as meet Victor’s gaze. “Effectively, it’s not a jail to me. I used to be born right here.”

“Severely?” Victor shifted Lifedrinker onto his shoulder, holding onto her haft with one hand. He supposed he ought to have gotten extra particulars in regards to the place from Dar or the council. What number of iron rankers had they despatched in there through the years? How huge was it? If a person and lady managed to outlive contained in the “jail” for some time and one factor led to a different, he supposed it wasn’t so far-fetched to suppose some youngsters may be born. In a dungeon, although? Who would wish to elevate a household in a death-attuned dungeon? “Are there many youngsters right here?”

“I’m not a child, sir! I’m not sturdy sufficient to battle the spawns, however I understand how to get round ‘em. I’m allowed out of the Enclave, not like the kids. To reply your query, there are many ‘em.” He held up his palms and began turning his fingers down one after the other as his face twisted in focus. “Seventeen within the Enclave, and I don’t know what number of in Rumble City.”

“Rumble City?”

He nodded eagerly. “Yeah, the place Ronkerz guidelines.”

“There’s a city right here? How huge is that this place?”

“Massive!” the child laughed. “It retains rising, too. A spot opened within the southern vary final 12 months, and my very own father discovered a brand new valley!”

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Victor scratched his head and turned in a sluggish circle, surveying the carnage he’d wrought. “ these guys?”

Sending a whole bunch or 1000’s of criminals into the identical free-for-all wasn’t justice—there was no manner each prisoner was equal by way of uncooked power, in order that meant the stronger ones have been going to have extra energy inside. They’d undergo lower than those who couldn’t get up for themselves. Did all of them deserve a destiny like that? Even when you might argue that they did, Victor could be damned if he’d hear anybody say the kids born inside deserved that destiny. Tyn seemed like he was starved half to loss of life, which was unhealthy sufficient, however the child clearly didn’t have a lot going for him, even when he might get sufficient to eat.

“You mentioned there are lots of youngsters within the Enclave?”

“Oh, certain! Like I mentioned, I’m a person, however I’ve received a youthful sister, and he or she’s received many classmates on the college.”

“There’s a faculty?”

“Yessir. Girl Breeze runs it.”

“Girl Breeze?”

“Essentially the most lovely lady on this planet, sir.” Tyn grinned whereas he stuffed one other wad of dried meat into his mouth. “It is best to meet her, however be warned: I’m going to marry her!”

“Oh yeah?” Victor chuckled as he leaned again, watching the stone circle, ready for the portal whereas listening for any indicators of approaching inmates. Tyn grew quiet as he ate and drank, and Victor misplaced himself in half-baked plans to assist the kids on this bizarre pocket-world. He had no concept what he might do; he had the flexibility to rescue exactly one different individual. He supposed he might argue their case with the council when he received out, however past that, he felt like his palms have been tied.

His pissed off musings have been interrupted by the flare of blue gentle and the bizarre wailing sounds of the portal, after which Arona appeared, stepping out of the swirling blue disc of Power. She whirled, her polished-bone workers held out defensively, and when she noticed Victor sitting on the stone watching her, she relaxed and stepped nearer because the portal snapped shut with an audible pop. “You probably did it,” she mentioned by means of greeting.

“Yeah. Virtually killed myself with that outdated woman’s bomb, nevertheless it broke the formation.”

“Outdated woman . . . Kreshta Griss? She gave you a ‘bomb’?” She seemed round on the blasted space across the dais. “You set it off contained in the formation with you?” Her raspy voice was incredulous as she shook her head. Victor merely nodded with a half-smile. “Who’s this then?” She checked out Tyn with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m Tyn, milady!” He hopped up and bowed sloppily, dragging each palms via the dusty gravel close to his ft.

Victor stood and gestured on the child. “I assume the inmates are constructing cities and having households. Tyn’s going to point out us to one of many cities and, hopefully, Rasso shall be there. If not, perhaps somebody will know the place to look.”

“Kids . . .” Arona seemed Tyn up and down, her slender fingers tapping the polished bone of her workers. “How attention-grabbing.” She turned in a sluggish circle, her brows creasing as she noticed the unusual world with its black sky and oddly shut moon. “The death-attuned Power is unusual right here—too skinny. I’m wondering if maybe the numerous cultivators are inflicting a shift within the ambient Power. The dungeon was created with death-attuned Power, however that was 1000’s of years in the past, they usually’ve despatched many cultivators into it since.”

“What number of?” Victor requested. “The child doesn’t know.”

“They’ve been sending a number of dozen a 12 months into this place because it was opened. I at all times assumed that almost all criminals banished right here would have quick, violent lives coping with the dungeon’s denizens—it’s supposedly tier-nine. In the event that they’re cooperating and having kids, although . . .” Once more, she trailed off, in all probability, like Victor, making an attempt to think about rising up inside a dungeon.

“They don’t all cooperate. I needed to kill a dozen or so individuals who have been lurking exterior the lure. They talked about a man named Ronkerz, and Tyn says he runs a city referred to as . . .” Victor seemed on the boy. “What’s it referred to as, once more?”

“Rumble City, sir.”

“Ronkerz Gatebreaker is a legendary determine in Sojourn,” Arona rasped, and Victor felt a small surge of chilly Power waft off her workers as she gripped it and seemed round nervously. “He led an riot, making an attempt to overthrow the council two thousand years in the past. He breached the Spire and killed 4 council guardians—all metal seekers. The story goes that Ronkerz was solely tier-eight!”

“Nice,” Victor mentioned, shifting Lifedrinker on his shoulder and turning to look out over the lifeless panorama. “And he’s had two thousand years to get stronger.”

“Nearer to 3 hundred—keep in mind the time dilation.” Arona pulled a handful of tiny bones from her gown and scattered them round her ft. “We must always get shifting. I’d reasonably not run into him.”

Victor nodded, distracted, serious about Ronkerz. The story of an iron ranker killing some guards of their “take a look at of metal” was acutely attention-grabbing to him, contemplating Dar’s expectations for him when he went to Ruhn to assist his granddaughter. In all honesty, Victor felt a wave of aid listening to about Ronkerz’s exploits—if he might do it, then it was potential. Perhaps Dar’s confidence in him wasn’t so uncommon. When he noticed Arona’s 5 bone guardians spring up from the stony soil, it introduced him again to actuality, and he gestured to the stone dais. “We gotta look ahead to Arcus.”

“Can we?” Arona rasped. “ he can’t be trusted. Wouldn’t it’s wiser to depart him to his personal units?”

Victor chuckled and poked one of many bizarre, blue-fire-eyed skeletons with Lifedrinker’s blunt axe head. It stumbled again in a clatter and hissed at him like an offended cat. “Arona, no offense, however I hardly know you. We’ve had a number of good conversations, and I’ll hand it to you: you have been trustworthy while you spoke on the inquest. I admire that, however I believe I’ll look ahead to Arcus so I can hold you each the place I can see you.”