Wrath had gotten a good haul of information from our archive spelunking. About seven petabytes of video, image and audio dia all lumped together in no particular order. Mostly video footage hogging up the bill. So of which must contain so footage of the human emperor in action, hopefully. Gods, we could have brought back even more had we kept the connection up for longer. The seven petabytes were only a fraction of all the video footage left molding inside that archive.
Even as a machine, it would take her so ti to go through all of that and organize what we got.
Not to ntion the twenty-two gigabytes of text data we recovered, which sounds a lot less compared to the video footage - until you realized just how much text takes up a single gigabyte. About two million words per each one. As Wrath explained to , it would be roughly 2064888.1 minutes to read a single full gigabyte of simple averaged text. And at the typical human reading speed of a hundred thirty words per minute, that returns forty seven months of non-stop reading, rounded down. Just about four years of no sleep, no breaks or pauses.
A gigabyte of text is massive. As for why wed brought back so much, thats because of the machine archive spanned more than the imperial era. A lot of the data was redundant too, likely other archives held similar information, as a matter of keeping backups. Given the state of the archives, seed like a good idea. Id accidentally dug out files from the older eras as well, before the empire. Files buried further under the silt and debris that had overshadowed the broken bottom. Maybe all the way back to the start of the war itself.
Wrath was going to take so ti to digest her al and filter out the junk from the useful.
If there was an answer on how to hide from the pale lady, it had to be sowhere within that hoard. The protofeathers had managed it sohow. We could too.
On my end, I returned right back to my workshop to continue where Id left off on my project. Until I got a different visitor.
Master Keith, VIP at the doorsteps. One of my knights called out over the comms.
I took a pause from the welding process of my touchup. Whos knocking?
Had to be soone high up the chain of command for Captain Sagrius to allow passage. Id told the knights to turn away anyone else.
Clan lord Atius, sir, the knight answered. That would do it, yes. That got setting down the shield project and off my seat, going to open the door.
The old Deathless in question lood on the other side, armored with his usual great cloak and caffeine starved eyes. I opened the door wider, and he gave a polite nod, walking in. Ive heard from the other Winterscar whelp that youve been working on that shield project again. Any progress with the overlapping occult edges, lad? He asked, glancing at the worktable. Eyes lingering on his old relic blade, now broken ever since the last fight with ToAacar. Id left it on the bench, as a future project. Inside that hilt was a different fractal of division, the sa kind used to power occult edges. On my ever growing to-do list, sothing I planned on getting Wrath to help out with.
I noticed grimly that his own belt still carried the white machine blade that ToAacar had forged to murder him with. There was a kind of poetry that I was certain Lord Atius was enjoying.
Solution was to set up a waffle pattern in three dinsions, and keep the whole thing stabilized together with struts. Not super sturdy against blunt force, but if that ever happens, the shield isnt being used the right way.
He ca up to the third iteration prototype directly, picking it up and observing the results. By itself it served as a pretty piss poor occult weapon. Thats fine, I didnt make it to be used like a sword.
First few prototypes didnt go so well, I said, glancing at the dormant shield. I wasnt skilled enough to fully use it like how I imagined, and even if I were, the tool itself isnt complete. But the theory is sound. Did you want a demonstration or ?
The shield had been my attempt to craft a brand new kind of weapon. Not as deadly as the knightbreaker rounds, but far more reusable. Sothing that relied on the edge cases of the Occult itself. Id proven the initial plan, but getting a product that worked was a little harder. Not to ntion this weapon required a perfect wielder of the mirror fractal. Soone like Atius could abuse this shield like nothing anyone had ever seen. Whenever I got this done and working, hed be the one to put it through the paces first.
Id co as a close second, in the sort of pale low-budget version. Still good enough to break a few bones with, and hopefully enough to let live a few seconds more against whatever enemies Ill face.
Lord Atius waved a hand. Not quite. I ca to fetch you specifically this ti. ToWrathh explained to you plan to follow her on her mission.
Oh. Oh. I hadnt thought to tell Atius I was planning on leaving with ToWrathh underground. On second thought, I could see how that would be a problem. Id gone from being worth a box of snow as a scavenger to sothing far more unique, at least from a clan logistics point of view. I could pass down my knowledge of the Occult, but only my administrator access to Journey gave what basically was a fully unlocked walking factory printer. The clans own 3D printers would have a difficult ti getting tiny occult fractals scribbled out, limiting what sort of thing they could do.
packing up shop and going downstairs would be a net loss to the clans potential. No more knightbreaker rounds would be the most obvious loss.
Is that an issue? I asked, hesitantly.
He laughed from the belly out, No, no, lad. I admit Im saddened to hear that youll be leaving our ranks to forge out into the white on your own mission, but I am hardly soone that stands between history. Before I was a clan lord, I am a Deathless. His eyes twinkled lightly, and both hands dropped over my shoulders. I havent co here to convince you to stay. You have a greater calling than our clan, sothing more akin to what Deathless strive for. No doubt to that, lad. What Ive co here to do is help sharpen your fangs further, while I still can.
Training? And if its with the Clan Lord there could only be one subject to train at that only he could teach. The Occult.
He nodded, Aye. Have you been diligent in your practice?
I gave him a shaky hand. Sort of. Ive gotten better. Enough that I can manifest a full version of myself with the mirror fractal in battle and a few more when Im left in a corner to sche. What you saw in the general training sessions with the knights is just about current. Still a little hopeless with the do shield fractal, that ones just not sothing Im good at.
That one doesnt seem to improve no matter how much I try to train it. Its brute force, has nothing to do with imagination or math.
He waved a hand off. No matter, it's better to focus on learning one skill to the extre first, than to attempt to multi-branch outwards. That cos later. Your project relies more on the mirror fractal, anyway. Sharpen your teeth before you groom your fur. Atius said. Speaking of, youll need more than what you're currently able, to survive the underground. And you still haven't yet left the clan, so I'll weigh you with so orders while I still can. Well be leaving the city to train one on one until you reach mastery, soplace where we won't have to worry about keeping secrecy. If you are to leave with ToWrathh, Ill maximize your chance of success. Call it selfish on my part, I have vested interests that you co back to the surface in one piece when you've completed your mission. And down there, you can always continue to forge your weapons wherever you go, however you wont always have a proper teacher to train you in the Occult arts.
What sort of training are we going to do? I asked.
My favorite type of training, little whelping. Discovery. He said with a grin. "It's ti we dove further into the Occult, together."
We packed up a few rations to go, two sleeping bags, and a few other camping tools. Lord Atius wasnt going to simply train for a few hours. We were going to train for days until Wrath contacted us with new information, or Kidra ca to yank us back.
Keeping everyone in the city was putting all our crickets in the sa bin. One bad fungal infection and the entire colony gets wiped out. If the machines ca, Wrath at least wanted so of us to survive. So this mixed well together.
The other was for secrecy. The mont our techniques and abilities were revealed to the Undersiders, it was almost certain the knowledge would spread out. They might not know how we can use the Occult, but they will know that we can. And eventually it would fall into the hands of the Othersiders, the ones who straddled both sides of the world. By then, the machines would likely get upset and probably have several opinions about it too.
So we hiked out past the lightning blasted fields of the Undercity, and found shelter within another pillar hours away. Inside this pillar, it housed a massive jungle with a few flat adows and so artistically crafted caves. One of which Lord Atius and I were using as our training grounds and camping site.
Ill begin the lesson with a hypothetical. Atius said, folding his legs into a ditation pose after wed set up camp and taken the first al. Give uses of an occult blade that do not involve combat. He asked, drawing out the machine blade and patting the unlit edge.
Non-combat uses for an occult weapon?
I could think of a dozen, Kidra had used her knife out on expeditions more than a general utility tool than an actual weapon. Up there, her rifle was the actual weapon she used. The knife was a status symbol. Removing debris, bypassing locks, gardening sheers, a much better bolt cutter, cooking if youre brave enough, a backup light, wall decoration, paperweight, doorstopper, threatening soone - technically not combat, so it counts. I said, counting them off my hands. I could keep going, but there are probably hundreds of different ways to make use of an edge that can cut through everything just from an engineering perspective. Theres plenty of tis when I wanted a few quick cuts on so tal sheets.
Lord Atius smiled. Well said, lad. That will be the first discussion. Any tool has multiple ways to use it. Now for the second key point, if you asked one of our elite surface knights, say your Father or Shadowsong pri, would their answer be as detailed as your own?
I frowned and thought about that for a mont. Knights probably wouldnt consider so of the more day-to-day life aspects, like gardening or as a trade good. Theyd probably be insulted by the idea of using a relic knife as a doorstopper or paperweight. A ans to bypass doors would be sothing Father would suggest. Light source too.
He nodded. I asked your sister the sa question prior. Care to guess what the lass had to say?
Kidra? I gave a shrug. Could be anything.
The little Winterscar gave most of the sa potential uses as you did, except shed included more tailoring uses for specific cuts, as well as using the weapon for diplomacy, and as a trade good. Wealth to be lent out and recover passive inco. Interesting, isnt it? Sa tool, and yet I am certain if we asked an agrifarr, they would give us another list of possible uses neither of us can imagine as of now.
So, the second lesson is that we are not all-knowing?
Thats a more general life-lesson we could all stand to rember more often. So more than others. He said, dryly. Likely thinking of a few nas already. No, in this case, the second lesson is simple: As we specialize, we narrow our vision. An expert swordsman begins to see his blade married only with techniques and schools of combat. Other ways to use the blade begin to fade off from thought. The sharper we beco in one aspect, the duller in others. I am no exception to this bias, as Ive co to find out recently.
Makes sense to . I shrugged. Theres a potential flip-side to that. As they specialize, they can spot new ways to use the sword that rookies couldnt have even thought of.
I agree lad, but I didnt bring you all the way out here to discuss only superficial philosophy. I ca to teach you more about the Occult. Can you guess how these two lessons co into play with the spells we have?
Atius was saying soone who mastered a tool would lose sight of other types of masteries to that tool, other ways to think and use that tool. And he wanted to teach sothing to do with the Occult. Adding it together, Theres more than one way to use the Occult?
He nodded. The mirror fractal. My own teacher taught it to , and drilled it down as an addition into combat. Another ans of creating new openings where the enemy cannot counter. After having spent a few decades training the skill to perform like a third and fourth hand, I forgot that it could be used in alternate ways. So Im going to make sure you do not follow my footsteps.
You discovered new things about the fractal? I asked, intrigued.
He nodded and got back up on his feet, I have. And I suspect by the ti we both return ho, well have discovered more uses for it than when we set out. After all, the two of us think differently. That is a strength we need to leverage. I've lived for a very long ti Keith, and while I consider myself learned in many different subjects, there are still fields of knowledge I simply lack understanding, or talent.
The Deathless walked over to a good clear spot. Lets begin with basic drills here. These drills were what my ntor taught once, and they were likely how he learned them as well. The rules are simple. Neither of us may use our physical bodies to spar. Instead, all of it will be done by the mirror fractal. Score a hit that triggers shields and well count a point. Your feet must remain where you plant them, the only defense will be your mirrors.
I drew out a blade of my own, taking a stance. This was a typical Undersider longsword, what would have been a treasure on the surface - only a number on a spreadsheet down here. Kind of irked a little that I only needed to ask General Zaang for one and he had his n get one from the armory for . As if I were asking for a spare rifle.
Suppose thats our lot up there.
Lord Atius took his own stance, eyes sharp. Occult misted around him, crackling like lighting.
Inside the soul sight, Atius appeared as he did in real life - a human. I couldnt spot where his fractals were, unlike Feathers. Instead, all I could see was muscle and tissue. He really was human, or I didnt know the concepts of what he really was well enough to recognize it. Maybe a doctor would have noticed differences imdiately, but I wasnt one. The occult appeared more like a haze around him, a cloak wrapping him in a loose hug.
Begin. He said, and an image of him ford from that blur, sprinting forward with a quick left-to-right slash. Standard, nondescript, and not part of any school of combat. I sent out my mirror image, blocking the hit and striking out with a lunge forward, tip seeking his chest plate.
A ghost hand and blade moved from his position, slowly catching my image's attack and easily cutting through it. The image faded out. The first limit is that once you generate an image and send it out, it will be committed to the act. He said. As you can see, a simple cut was all I needed. A slow, easily dealt with counter, but your image couldn't react to it at all. Now, how would you bypass this limit?
Thats an option? I asked, thinking.
It is. Rember the first two lessons earlier, lad. Stop thinking like a warrior. Draw out your mind for this.
Another image of the clan lord struck out, this ti using a well-known gap-closing technique. Nagareru form, lunging tide. Fathers favorite opening gambit.
I countered it by sending two mirror images back. The first would parry the strike with the proper thod, and then pincer strike against Atius while the second image would follow behind, as if to pair with the first image.
That wouldnt have been enough to score a hit, of course. This was Clan Lord Atius, a true master of the Occult. I fully expected him to counter both images with a few spares running cartwheels around . So Id instructed the second image to feint, duck and leap. I knew he couldnt move his footing, so that ans there wasnt any dodging backwards from this.
Lord Atius countered with only a single image, moving to block off my first attack I'd sent, and then move to handle the second. That part worked exactly as I'd hoped. His image swiped a blade through the air, missing my own image mid-duck through the feint. Occult pulsed, and from Atiuss image, a third image erged, this one stabbing straight down into my own ducked image, poking it out of existence.
Occult faded away into mist as all the images returned to air.
What was that? I asked, watching him.
The first limit isnt a limit at all. We only thought of it as a limit. He said. My ntor taught that there was no way around that limit, instead the drill was supposed to slowly increase in speed and number of images, with the aim to overwhelm the other's defense by brute force. After I learned the occult works with fractals and patterns, I dove further into the techniques Id learned, reexamining them with fresh eyes. And I discovered quite a few different ways to use them. The mirror fractal copies your body and equipnt, yes?"
I nodded, curious to where he was going with this.
"Whatever extra-dinsional energy or law that lets use this power must have been equally copied whatever allowed to cast the spell in the first place. Fractals are patterns, regardless of what they're forged into. And everything weve learned about the Occult so far points out that this pattern must exist in so way, perhaps in a way we simply cant visualize when it cos to Deathless.
And so you triggered it again. Mid combat. Or was it the mirror that triggered it for you? Do those things even have a mirror soul or conscious?
He laughed. I hadnt thought of a mirror soul, exactly my point with the second lesson, lad. In this case, no, I was still the one who paid the price for both. You wont conserve energy or ntal fortitude by using a second mirror within the first. No free crickets here, two mirrors, two uses, two paynts. The advantage, however He snapped his finger, a mirror of him raced off to the side, rushing forward for a few dozen seconds.
Just when it was about to fade off, occult pulsed around it, and it generated another image, continuing the sprint forward. Reach. He said, then snapped his fingers again. The running image puffed away into mist, dismissed. However, a mont before, three other images superimposed within the mist, each leaping out to strike at a singular target from three different directions. And adaptability. He finished, letting the three mirror images each flow through motions, dividing further until there were nine images all attacking an invisible enemy.
Thats going to take so training to get right. I said, already thinking about the applications. It would pair extrely well with my shield project. You really ca up with these new tricks recently?
I should have discovered these tricks years ago, and yet I remained too rigid to my skill set. I grew complacent. Habits are easy to follow, and even a century passes in a blink of an eye, if every day is spent the sa. It doesnt end there either. As I saw in your own combat logs against the drake that chased you, you could use other occult spells with your mirror image. So I attempted to see if I could do the sa.
Another snap of fingers and once more another image of him raced out, leaping high in the air. Occult surged across the blade and the image cut across the air with it, launching an electric blue arc into the ground where it shattered the stone. The image landed on the ground, and split into three more images, each holding a hand out, overlapping a do shield that easily survived the rain of rocks falling back down. He did all of this so effortlessly; it reminded of just how skilled he really was at wielding the Occult. I had years to go before I got anywhere near his level.
This is what we will train until you leave. He said. Do you have questions?
I thought about it for a mont, then raised a hand. Do the occult images have mass or inertia?
The grin grew wider. Now that, lad, is the right question.
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