The Storm King Chapter 1017: New Friends?

So how much longer do we haveta wait? Mari asked.

[Xaphan?] Leon internally inquired.

[Have so fucking patience, human,] the demon testily replied.

[Patience is a virtue we cant afford,] Leon shot back.

[Learn from your monk friend, then, and be more virtuous. You can afford it, Im sure.]

Leon scowled. Hes being a little bitch. One who cant work under this kind of pressure. Making all kinds of excuses.

[Publicly shaming wont work, boy. That would require to have sha.]

[You have plenty, demon; otherwise, why would you care so much when I do things that may embarrass you?]

The demon audibly groaned.

[Just an estimate, thats all we want.]

Xaphan sighed and said, [Ten minutes. Maximum.]

Leon relayed that information, and the rest of the team started to prepare themselves. Mari turned to face Tell Kirin, while Tir started stretching and Nara twirled Cloud Piercer a few tis, conjuring first water, then fire, and then finally steam. Leon occupied himself with analyzing the magic over the dust sea, for the raging storm had not cald down at all. Navigating through it was not going to be easy.

He quietly projected his magic senses about as far as they could, which thanks to his wards, was about ten miles. Not quite far enough to reach the tower in the center of the sea, but certainly far enough to get a good view of the majority of that sea. He narrowed the scope of his awareness to increase his sensitivity to changes in environntal magic and began looking for the easiest way through the sea, as well as the worst places to avoid.

A few imdiately stood outseveral sinkholes over what he thought were likely once reservoirs or cisterns, and a raging twister that wasnt moving despite the intensity of the storm around it. Sothing was keeping it there, and Leon resolved not to go and investigate, despite his curiosity. They hadnt the luxury of ti to investigate curious things like that, not when a Primal Devil was loosening its restraints.

However, as he scanned the dunes ahead, he picked up on a few strange eddies of powerthe remnants of recent, though subtle, disturbances.

Powerful magic? Leon thought, his mind turning to the most obvious explanation. It was like looking at a dust cloud and imdiately assuming sothing explodedother explanations were possible, but the explosion was simply the most likely one.

He focused his magic senses to scan all of these eddies, only to find that they were concentrated mostly to the south, further indicating that they were unnatural.

Sothing might be out there he whispered as he pointed in a southerly direction.

In response, Tir and Nara both projected their magic senses while Mari shifted slightly to concentrate in that direction. Before anyone could say anything more, however, a voice rang out over the dunes to their southeast.

Easy there, friend! the voice called out. We an no harm!

Show yourself! Leon imperiously demanded. He glared out of the eye slit in his visor, his golden eyes searching for the source of that voice.

A mont later, a young man with reddish-brown skin stepped out of seemingly nowhere, his hands raised, his lips turned up in an apologetic smile. He was fairly, though not overly, handso, with black hair cropped tightly around his head, a clean-shaven face, and soft facial features. He radiated the aura of a tenth-tier mage.

This man had barely revealed himself before a curtainor more literally, a cloakshimred into view, having been elevated to obscure whatever was behind it. A hand seized the edge of the cloak and pulled it back over its owners shoulders.

That owner was a young woman with a far more bitter expression on her face than the man, her sharp features lined by a furrowed brow and deep frown. She was rather pale, with clear green eyes and blond hair on the top of her headthe rest having been shorn almost completely off, though she had so stubble growing over those areas. Like the man, she was also a tenth-tier mage.

Leon recognized them both, having seen their faces before in Ambroses briefing.

He smiled in a forced welco despite his face being obscured by his helt and called out, Mbana-of-the-Thousand-Blades, and Serena, Favored Maiden of the Sea! He waved Nara, Tir, and Mari down, though no one relaxed completely.

You know us? Mbana asked, his smile growing as he and Serena leaped over to the hill to talk more comfortably. Notably, he spoke azurian.

As I understand it, Leon explained, Each plane in the Divine Graveyard sent one representative to investigate what happened to Qo Weylekh. I was the last sent, and the Grave Warden who sent also gave the likenesses of all the others sent before .

Lucky, Serena observed, also speaking azurian. You are from Aeterna, then?

Yes, Leon confird.

Huh. And everyone else called you lazy for not showing up, she followed up with a provocative smile.

The rest of us had a good chance to et before being sent here, Mbana explained. Most of us were curious why we were sent before getting the chance to et you, and our Grave Wardens were silent on the matter. Arent they just frustrating like that?

Leon shrugged. Can be. Perks of being that powerful, I guess.

Yes, Mbana replied, his eyes narrowing slightly in an expression Leon couldnt quite identify. Having the power to do what one wants is rarely so beneficial to everyone else, is it?

Where the fuck did you two co from?! Mari angrily interjected.

Its remarkable that you two are here, Nara added, his tone distrustful.

Not so much, in truth, Mbana argued. Weve been here for several weeks now, waiting for any of our friends, as well as scouting out the obstacle ahead of us. You four are the ones who attracted our attention when you spoke with that cultist.

Who are your friends? Tir stoically asked.

Mbana smiled but hesitated, allowing Serena to pick up his explanation.

Not that its any of your business, local, but we were waiting for three of our number who were separated from us on the journey here.

When we were sent to this plane, Mbana added, we were sent as a group. However, the calamity that has befallen it caused us to be scattered all over. So of us managed to regroup, though in the months since, only Serena and I have managed to stick together.

Who were they? Leon asked as he called upon his serviceable skills in light magic and once more projected the ten faces that Ambrose had seared into his mind. He also crossed off Larkoina, Alle Kon Haere, and Iluva.

Ah, what a figure I cut, Mbana said as his eyes landed upon his own portrait. Perhaps I ought to go on a diet? Are my cheeks really that round?

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Focus, Serena rebuked as Mbana chuckled. She pointed at three faces before turning to the three Leon had crossed off. Dead? she asked. Leon nodded.

The three she pointed out were Netulina, Japarthi, and Hujil-Jer, and Leon crossed those three off as well, though in a different color.

You have us at a disadvantage, Mbana stated, interrupting Leon just as he was studying the two remaining portraits. You know us, but have failed to introduce you, or your friends

Apologies, Leon responded. I am Leon Rai. This is ArdNara, Prince of the Kingdom of the Blue Sky here on Arkhnavi. Standing next to him is TirAnu, and the woman in the oversized armor is MariKha.

ArdNara nodded politely while TirAnu bowed more deeply and formally. Mari, however, squawked, Oversized?!

What would you call it? Leon pleasantly asked.

Exactly as fuckin big as it fuckin needs to be! Mari scoffed. Couldve even been bigger if we hadnt been too broke for more stuff to build with.

Youre an interesting bunch, Serena observed.

Thanks for saying Im interesting! Mari exclaid.

Not to interrupt when were making friends Mbana interrupted, but should we not stay on topic?

Are these three dead? Leon asked, indicating the three that Serena had pointed out.

We dont know, Mbana stated. Japarthi was kidnapped by what should we call him? That cultist

He told his na is KhajiYun, Leon said.

Good! Then we finally have a na to put to the face!

Wait, Tir interjected. You said that he kidnapped your comrade? Why? And how?

We were assaulted by black wind, Serena explained. It gave us visions that ought never to be repeated. KhajiYun spoke to us afterward, asking us to stand down.

A short silence followed as everyone waited for her to finish, but when it beca apparent she wasnt going to, Leon asked, Did Japarthi accept?

Leon Mbana said as Serena frowned even more deeply than she already was. Since you arrived late what did your Grave Warden tell you to do? He took a few steps forward as his smile turned sowhat conspiratorial. What is the objective you were given?

Investigate Qo Weylekhs disappearance, Leon replied with so confusion. Why do you ask?

Ah. No matter, Mbana said as he exchanged as he glanced at Serena. Japarthi, unfortunately, was not given sufficient guidance by his Grave Warden. Or his father, maybe. No matter which, he gave in to KhajiYun.

One need not be blessed by Wise Farangeun to find it strange a tenth-tier mage was so pliable, Tir whispered.

We were assaulted by visions, Serena repeated. Who knows what he saw.

Tir averted his gaze, the comnt striking ho for him.

And the others? Leon asked, nodding to Netulina and Hujil-Jer.

Killed in battle as we fought our way here, Mbana stated. Many natives who accompanied us were killed with them, unfortunately, but were thankful for their sacrifice.

Yet you dont seem that broken up by it, Nara growled.

n die, Mbana replied, his smile not wavering in the slightest. Life ends. No need to get upset over it; especially not when death is in service of a greater cause.

Nara scowled but didnt press further. He just glanced at Leon and then turned away, apparently deferring to what Leon wanted to do with these two.

After so thought and a glance at the sea of dust that once was the city of Tell Kirin, Leon asked, Do you two have any way to escape this plane?

We will leave under our own power when the ti cos, Serena calmly stated.

Leon narrowed his eyes. Are you able to leave now?

Not until we have what we ca for, Serena said, her tone turning a little colder.

Leon sighed. Then I dont suppose you have any way to send a ssage off this plane?

Leon, Mbana said, we need to reach that tower. If it is your desire to escape this plane, then Serena and I can surely aid you in this. But we must first reach that tower.

It would be much easier to just tell the Grave Wardens that a Primal Devil is almost loose, Leon argued.

Mbana blinked in confusion. Leon listen, my friend let us first reach the tower, and then we can discuss our next steps. What do you say?

Leon stared for a long mont at Mbana, frustrated thoughts turning quickly to suspicion.

Cagey he thought. These two are after sothing, arent they? Iron Pride was still in his hand, though not brandished, and he squeezed the hilt out of habit. A spark of power transferred from the Iron Needle inside into his hand, as if the Universe Fragnt were both reminding Leon that it was present and trying to soothe him. But instead, Leons eyes widened for the shortest possible mont, and he thought, The Universe Fragnt. They want it.

He had to admit that hed never seriously considered trying to acquire the Universe Fragnt that Ambrose had asked him to findor at least, never thought about seizing it for himself. As far as he knew, it was an integral part of the wards keeping the Primal Devils under lock and key, and ssing with it might

break the seals Leon finished. Could removing it free the Devils? Could using its power reseal them? His eyes flitted back to the tower and he grimaced.

When he turned his eyes back to Mbana, he did so only after concealing his suspicion as much as he thought he could. Given that Mbanas smile had nearly died told Leon that his suspicion had been noticed, regardless.

Lets get to the tower, and then well talk about what to do next, Leon said.

Wonderful! Mbana said as his smile returned. Serenas reaction was more subdued, though still reasonably positive.

[Good timing, human,] Xaphan said. [I know where you need to go.]

[Great,] Leon replied. [Now we only need to prepare for these twos inevitable betrayal.]

[Heh. Call on if need be, human. I wouldnt mind showing these two the limits of their power.]

[Im sure you wouldnt] Leon responded as he glanced over his shoulder at Tir and Nara. He was going to have to find so way to warn the rest of his team, though he wasnt sure hed be able to warn Mari.

Turning back to the two newcors, Leon said, Why dont we put our heads together and figure out a way through all these storms, then? You two said youve been studying it for so ti

Mbana and Serena agreed, and with Leons team, they revealed how much theyd mapped of the sea of dust, focusing mostly on the magic currents and the effects they had. In doing so, they revealed more spots where magic flowed dangerously and kicked up storms, but what Leon couldnt see was a way through.

In short, there were four circles of dangerous storms kicked up by the magic currents, but only the last ford a full circle at all tis, blocking all approaches to the tower. The other three had holes that appeared at certain tis that could allow progress, but as more was revealed, Leon began noticing patterns in the way the currents were laid out

and thats where we are, Mbana finished. We can use this to find a way through most of the dust, but the last defensive layer has had us stumped for days.

Have you tried to get past it before? Nara asked.

Twice, Mbana confird. Both tis failed. When the storm is braved, darkness descends and we find ourselves back here, out in the hills.

Strange that it didnt just kill you, the Prince stated. Those storms are intense

It cant be Leon said, hardly listening to what everyone else was saying, his eyes locked upon the map that Serena had made of the magic currents.

What is it, Leon Rai? Mbana asked.

Is anyone here studied in enchanting? Leon asked, his eyes straying in Maris direction.

! , ! Mari exclaid, though she was the only one who replied affirmatively.

Do you know much about ancient runes? Leon asked.

Enough to build this! Mari said as her Ulta suit patted itself on the chest.

Leon took the map and marked a few points on the map where the storm layers frequently started and died out, where the holes in the layers were that Mbana and Serena had used to move closer to the tower.

The storm is an enchantnt, Leon said. The whole damn thing. Its an ancient rune with a couple extra bits nailed on

Its an enchantnt?! Serena burst out.

Yes, Leon said. And it can be controlled.

How?! Mbana demanded, his deanor shifting into sothing almost desperate. What does it do? Can it be turned off?

It was explained to that ancient runes can be controlled like stringed instrunts, Leon said as he projected his magic power and reached for the currents of power. Pluck the currents of magic power like strings, and if you control it right, then you activate the enchantnt in certain ways.

Can you control it? Mbana asked.

I think I can Leon confird as he quietly thanked Nestors lessons. It had been nearly twenty years since his encounter with Krithis, as well as the ancient runes that ran through its cage far below the Serpentine Isles. While he wasnt at the point of incorporating ancient runes into his own enchanting efforts, he was confident that hed not only properly identified the one at the heart of this massive enchantnt, but also that he could activate it properly.

He wrapped his magic around one section in the fourth layer of the enchantnt, then turned to the others.

Be ready for anything, he said. If Im wrong about this

If you can get us inside, then do so! Mbana insisted.

I have been ready for weeks, Serena added.

Im ready, Leon, Nara stated.

You have once again proven yourself favored by Wise Farangeun, Leon Rai, Tir said.

Not yet, Leon replied with a self-deprecating smile. Save comnts like that for if this works or not

And if it doesnt work? Mari hesitantly asked. What if ya got it wrong, Lele?

Leon frowned a bit, then shrugged and said to her, Then lets hope the gods of this land havent forsaken it completely.

Shit, fuck, shit, Mari whispered. Fuck it, Im ready, just do it Lele!

Leon grinned, and with the confidence of a man who knew exactly what he was doing, he plucked the string of magic that maintained the final layer of storms protecting the tower and hoped that he wasnt killing the entire group in so unspeakably horrific way.

He didnt think he was, though, not with the way that light, lightning, and darkness magic flowed through the current.

The current vibrated like the string of an instrunt, and spheres of darkness materialized around all six, teleporting them away from the hill they stood upon