[riath — Trade city to the west — Day 14]
Two days of travel.
Alex and Raven alone — the rest of the team with Viktor, the boy with his new na learning Imperial City.
riath was neither Veltharr nor Imperial City.
No elaborate walls. No Temple symbol on the central tower because there was no central tower.
Just gray stone streets and rchants and the constant noise of a city that exists for trade.
"No visible Temple presence," said Raven as they entered.
"Visible," repeated Alex.
"Correct." Raven scanning the periter. "No visible presence."
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The coordinates led to an inn in the southern district.
Not the most discreet.
Seraph at a table in the back.
Alone.
Then not alone — because the person next to her was so completely ordinary in appearance that Alex took a second to separate her from the inn’s background.
Dark hair. About twenty years old. Traveler’s clothes of the kind bought at market stops — functional, no brand, nothing indicating a specific origin. A backpack leaning against the chair leg that looked more like a student’s than an adventurer’s.
Her eyes — brown. Completely ordinary.
Except when the table lamp’s light hit them from the right angle.
There was sothing beneath the normal color. Not Alex’s crimson or the Veil’s violet. Sothing harder to describe — like seeing the bottom of deep water when the light hits just right.
Seraph made the introduction without standing up.
"Fragnt 6. She’s had it for three years."
The girl looked at Alex.
Looked at Raven.
Looked at Grim on Alex’s shoulder.
She stopped at Grim.
"Do you speak?"
**"Yes."**
"Fascinating." She said it like soone taking a note. Without additional emphasis. "And you’re part of the original fragnted Grim Reaper?"
**"Part of him."**
"Fascinating," she repeated.
Then she turned back to Alex with the sa direct attention.
"You’re the one who has Fragnt 1." Not a question. An information update. "And 4 too, according to Seraph."
"Yes."
"Does it hurt?"
Alex blinked.
"Does what hurt?"
"Having two. Seraph has one and says that’s already enough of a problem." The girl. "Is two twice the problem, or is it different?"
Alex looked at her.
"It’s different."
"How?"
"Like having two conversations at the sa ti in languages you’re still learning."
The girl processed that.
"I understand." She nodded. "The thing I have also speaks. But only one conversation."
Raven looked at Seraph.
"The thing you have," repeated Raven.
"The Fragnt." The girl. "Seraph taught the na six months ago. Before that I called it ’the thing’ because I didn’t know what it was."
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**[Six months ago]**
Three years with the Fragnt before Seraph appeared.
Not three years of training or missions or anything with structure. Three years of living with sothing that was there, that spoke sotis, that changed things around her in ways she had learned to manage because there was no other option.
The plants she touched lasted less.
The iron in her tools rusted faster than normal.
People who spent too much ti near her reported tiredness that didn’t match what they had done.
She learned not to touch things she didn’t want to wear down. She learned to keep her distance when the Fragnt was active. She learned that so conversations were longer before the thing spoke and others shorter.
It worked.
Not perfectly. But it worked.
When Seraph arrived — six months ago, in the city where she lived, without warning — the girl heard the full explanation.
The original Harvester. The seven Fragnts. The bearers. The corruption. The Temple.
She processed it all in silence.
Then: "So there are more people like ."
Seraph: "Yes."
"Good."
No drama. No identity crisis. Just the update to a ntal map that had had an unfilled space for three years and now had information.
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[Back — The inn — Present]
"Fragnt 6," said Grim.
Everyone looked at him.
His crimson flas looking at the girl — not at her exactly. At the Fragnt inside her that the Core recognized.
**"Fragnt 6 is dangerous."**
The girl looked at him with interest.
"Why do you say that like it’s new? Seraph also said it was dangerous."
**"Fragnt 6 is different from the others."** Grim. **"The Harvester’s Fragnts have specific functions. F1 harvests. F2 cuts. F3 controls. F4 opens the plane. F5 stabilizes."**
"And 6?"
**"F6 is Entropy. The Mantle."** His flas still. **"Everything wears down. Everything dies slowly. The Harvester needed sothing to represent that process — the inevitable decay that precedes the final harvest."**
The girl nodded.
"That explains the plants."
**"The plants?"**
"The ones I touch last less." She said it completely neutrally. "And the iron rusts. And people get tired."
**"Yes."** Grim. **"F6 in passive state already applies Entropy to what is within its radius. In active state, it can deliberately accelerate that process."**
"How much?"
**"Depends on the bearer and the integration ti."** His flas. **"Three years of passive integration — enough to be considerable."**
The girl made a note on a piece of paper she took from her backpack.
Literally made a note.
Raven looked at her.
"You take notes?"
"Always." Without looking up. "Information that isn’t written down gets lost. My teachers used to say that."
"What teachers?"
"The ones from before the thing." She finished writing. Put the paper away. "I studied for two years at a magical research institution in the north before the Fragnt manifested."
"And after?"
"After, I had more urgent things to learn."
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"Why did you call us here?" Alex asked Seraph.
Seraph didn’t answer imdiately.
She looked at her cup.
"F6 can help you during the Academy infiltration." A pause. "Entropy applied with control can weaken magical detection systems. The Temple’s alert crystals degrade faster than normal within her radius. Identification enchantnts lose precision."
"Active cover," said Raven.
"Passive cover. She doesn’t have to do anything deliberate — just be near the systems you want to fail faster than they should."
The girl: "I can try. I don’t promise anything. I’m still learning exactly what it does."
Alex looked at Seraph.
And then he said what he had been holding since the Catacombs.
"Why?"
Seraph looked at him.
"Why what?"
"Why protect us from Cael when it suited you for him to attack us." Alex. "If Cael had captured or eliminated us, F1 and F3 would have been left without bearers. Vulnerable. Accessible." He looked directly at her. "And you’ve spent fifteen years trying to consolidate Fragnts. It was the perfect opportunity, and you wasted it."
Seraph looked at him for a mont.
The spectral scythe behind her floating inactive.
"What about F4?" she said finally.
"What about F4?"
"If Cael had eliminated you, F4 would also be left without a bearer. Three Fragnts simultaneously without anchors." Seraph. "How long do you think it would take the Temple to contain them before I could act?"
"You’d have a window," said Alex.
"I’d have fifteen minutes in active terrain against Cael’s full squad." Seraph. "That’s not a window. That’s suicide with interdiate steps."
"So it was calculation."
"Everything is calculation." Seraph looked at him. "But not only that."
Silence.
"Carter." She said it differently. "Alex. You really don’t know what’s going on in the background. Or why the Fragnts exist." A long pause. "Even having three in your possession, there are very complicated things happening in this world. And there are very few with the power to do anything about it."
Alex looked at her.
"How much do you know?"
"More than I still share." Seraph. "Not because I don’t trust you. Because so things need the right mont to be said."
"When is the right mont?"
"When we’re all in the sa place. When F6 is present." She looked at the girl. "What I know doesn’t make full sense without the Root in the conversation."
Raven: "The Root?"
"F6." Seraph. "Its na in the Harvester’s mories."
**"Entropy and the Root are the sa Fragnt,"** said Grim. **"Two aspects of the sa function."**
**"The decay that precedes the end. And the end that anchors the cycle."**
The girl took another note.
---
The agreent was established without anyone formalizing it in words.
The bearer of F6 would go to the Academy. Not as part of the team — parallel to the team, like Seraph on the journey to Veltharr. With her own objectives. The main one: understanding F6 with Grim as a source of information.
Seraph as well.
Both in Imperial City while the team finished preparation.
When the ti ca — they would coordinate.
The girl, as she left the inn, looked at Grim one last ti.
"One more question."
**"Yes."**
"Is F6 going to consu ? Like the other bearers." She said it with the sa neutrality she had used to ask if having two Fragnts hurt. "Seraph says corruption is inevitable."
Grim looked at her for a mont.
**"Entropy consus what is within its radius."** His flas. **"The question is whether the bearer learns to stand outside their own radius."**
The girl processed that.
"Is that possible?"
**"I don’t know. No bearer of F6 got far enough to answer that question."**
"So I’m the first with the chance to find out."
**"Yes."**
The girl nodded.
"Good." She put away the paper. "More reasons to take notes."
She left.
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[Imperial City — The Column — Night of Day 14]
Emily was waiting when Alex and Raven returned.
Not with urgency — with the expression of soone who had been practicing and found sothing she needed to say.
"Sit down," she told Alex.
Alex sat.
Emily with her hands extended. The light of Targeted Purification igniting — more refined than two weeks ago. More specific.
The session took twenty minutes.
When she finished, Emily looked at the number.
"76% → 73%."
"It’s working," said Alex.
"It’s working." Emily lowered her hands. Not with complete satisfaction. With sothing more nuanced. "But I need to tell you sothing about F4."
Alex looked at her.
"I’ve spent two weeks adjusting Targeted Purification to handle both Fragnts simultaneously." Emily. "And to do that, I had to understand exactly what F4 does in you. Not in abstract terms — in terms of what specific pressure it exerts and where."
"And?"
Emily organized her notes — she had notes, because Emily always had notes.
"F1 harvests. We already know that — Soul Sight, Death’s Harvest, Necrotic Burst, Shadow Step. Everything operates on the physical plane with a soul component." A pause. "F4 is different. F4 operates directly on the plane between life and death."
"The plane the Veil opened."
"Exactly. But when the Veil did it, he opened the plane outward — expanded it, made it visible to everyone in the radius." Emily. "When F4 is in you, it doesn’t open outward. It opens inward."
"What does that an?"
"It ans you now have direct perception of the plane without activating Soul Sight." Emily. "Things that F1 let you see with an active skill, F4 makes passively perceptible to you."
Alex processed that.
"Souls in transit?"
"Yes. Presences on the plane that you previously needed Soul Sight to detect." Emily. "Also — and this is the most significant — F4 gives you natural resistance to attacks that operate on the spiritual plane. The Soul Anchor the Veil used against you required ergency Targeted Purification to break. With F4 integrated, that kind of attack would find resistance before it could establish itself."
"When does it integrate?"
"I don’t know yet. F4 is present but without real integration — the two parallel conversations you described." Emily. "What I do know is that the pressure it exerts on corruption is different from F1. F1 pushes toward the harvest — pushes you to use power. F4 pushes toward the plane — pushes you to perceive more than you can handle simultaneously."
"Is that why corruption rose faster after the Catacombs?"
"Yes." Emily put away the notes. Then she looked directly at Alex. "There’s sothing else."
Alex waited.
"When we enter the Academy, the magical environnt is going to pressure the Fragnts in ways that don’t happen here." Her hands in her lap. "The Academy has centuries of accumulated institutional magic. Hundreds of active practitioners every day. Permanent enchantnts on every structure." A pause. "That environnt is going to act as an amplifier for F1 and F4."
"How much?"
"I don’t know exactly." Emily. "What I do know is that the Targeted Purification that works here may not be enough there if the environnt works against ." She looked up. "I’m not telling you this to change the plan. I’m telling you so you know that there may be a point inside the Academy where I can’t keep you stabilized."
Alex looked at her.
"And at that point?"
Emily held his gaze.
"At that point, you need to know how to recognize when F4 is pushing too hard before F1 responds." A pause. "Because if both respond at the sa ti—"
"What happened at the Crystals."
"Worse," said Emily. "Because now there are two."
The room in silence.
Luna in the spiritual plane — her light visible around Emily as always when Emily was focused on sothing that mattered to her.
"How long do I have between the first warning and the point of no return?" asked Alex.
Emily considered honestly.
"Minutes. It depends on the intensity of the environnt and how actively you’re using your skills." Pause. "But I’ll teach you to recognize the warnings. We still have two weeks."
Alex nodded.
**"That’s enough,"** said Grim from the corner.
Emily looked at him.
**"To learn the warnings,"** clarified Grim. **"Not to eliminate the problem."**
"I know," said Emily.
**"Good."** His flas. **"As long as we know what it is."**
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