Ground of Choosing
Author: Praise
last update2025-08-09 08:59:05

 

The valley was a scar between two ridges, the ground littered with pale stone and the skeletal remains of long-dead trees. A river once ran here, but now only a shallow channel cut through the rocks, its water dark and still.

Kael Ruan stood at the center, the Core Fragment heavy in his palm. The Oath pulsed in time with his heartbeat, each throb a reminder that this was the place he had chosen.

Joren and Matsu were already setting the outer perimeter, driving iron stakes into the ground where ropes strung with talismans would hang. Liara Fen crouched near a flat slab of stone, arranging clay jars in a precise pattern. Inside each jar was a mixture of ash, salt, and ground quartz — Renji’s design to slow the Emperor’s mist.

Renji himself sat cross-legged on the slab, his cane resting across his knees. His eyes were half-closed, his breathing slow. “The ground remembers,” he said quietly. “Blood was spilled here long before you were born. It will be spilled again.”

Kael glanced up at the ridges. “Then it will be his, not ours.”

Liara’s gaze flicked to him. “You sound certain.”

“I’m certain of nothing,” Kael said. “But I’ll make him believe I am.”

By midday, the trap was ready. The perimeter ropes formed a loose ring, wide enough to give Kael space to move but narrow enough to close if the mist tried to scatter. The clay jars were buried just beneath the surface, their seals waiting to be broken with a strike.

The plan was simple in shape and sharp in risk: the Fragment would be placed at the center, drawing the Emperor or his herald in. When they entered the ring, the talismans and jars would activate, binding the mist. Then Kael would strike.

Simple  if the timing was perfect.

The first sign came with the wind. It shifted suddenly, carrying with it a faint scent of burned iron. The Oath in Kael’s chest flared in warning.

“They’re coming,” he said.

Joren and Matsu moved to their positions at the outer edge. Liara stayed low, her hands resting on the hilts of her daggers.

The mist arrived in thin curls at first, sliding between the stones like water through a cracked dam. Then it thickened, rolling low across the ground until the pale stones disappeared beneath it.

A shape emerged  tall, broad-shouldered, moving with the deliberate certainty of someone who had walked this ground before. The hood fell back to reveal the herald’s gold-lit eyes.

“Oathbearer,” the herald said, his voice carrying through the mist, “you’ve saved me the trouble of finding you.”

Kael stepped forward, the Fragment held loosely at his side. “I told you — if he wants it, he can come himself.”

The herald smiled faintly. “And if I told you he was already here?”

The mist surged upward. From its depths, another figure stepped into view  taller still, its form wreathed in gold threads that twisted and shifted like living chains. The Hollow Emperor’s eyes burned, not with heat, but with the cold glow of something older than stone.

Kael’s grip tightened on the Fragment. The Oath roared in his chest.

[Oath Energy: +20]

“You’ve come early,” Kael said.

The Emperor’s voice was low, each word like a bell struck deep underwater. “I came when you called me. The ground you chose was mine before you knew its name.”

Joren struck the first talisman rope. The paper seals flared, threads of light shooting between the stakes. The mist recoiled  but only for a heartbeat before the gold chains split it apart.

Renji’s eyes snapped open. “He’s breaking the ring!”

Kael moved without hesitation. The clay jars shattered under his strikes, releasing the ash-salt mix into the air. The mist slowed, swirling sluggishly  but the Emperor kept advancing, each step pressing against the Oath inside Kael like a hand on his chest.

Liara darted in low, her daggers flashing toward the Emperor’s legs. One struck true, cutting through a chain  but the gold thread wrapped around her blade, crawling up the hilt toward her hand. She dropped it, rolling clear as the chain recoiled.

“Stay out of reach!” Kael called.

The Emperor’s gaze turned on him. “You bring steel to bind me, yet your own Oath binds you tighter.”

Kael launched forward, his blade arcing in a cut aimed for the Emperor’s chest. The strike landed  and the chainmail beneath dissolved into mist, letting the blade pass without harm.

In that instant, the Emperor’s hand closed around Kael’s wrist. The cold was total, seeping into bone.

The Oath burned hotter, fighting the grip. Kael twisted, driving his knee upward into the Emperor’s side, breaking free.

“Now!” Renji’s voice rang out.

Joren and Matsu struck the last of the talismans, completing the ring. Light flared along the perimeter, the mist thrashing against it. For the first time, the Emperor’s movement slowed.

Kael stepped in, Fragment in one hand, sword in the other. “This ends here.”

The Emperor’s laugh was quiet but deep. “No, Oathbearer. This begins here.”

The chains lashed outward, striking the perimeter ropes. The talismans flared once, then burst into ash. The mist surged, breaking the ring entirely. Joren and Matsu were thrown back, their armor ringing as they hit the stones.

Liara’s voice cut through the chaos. “Kael!”

He turned just in time to see the Emperor’s hand sweep toward her  and without thinking, he moved, taking the strike meant for her.

The chain wrapped around his chest, the cold sinking deep.

The Oath roared inside him.

[Oath Energy: +30]

[New Technique Unlocked: Severing Vow]

Kael’s blade lit with a pale, cutting light. He brought it down in a single arc, slicing through the chain. The Emperor recoiled, the severed length dissolving into the mist.

But when Kael looked again, the Emperor was gone. Only the herald remained, standing at the edge of the dissipating fog.

“You’ve marked yourself,” the herald said. “He will not stop now.”

And then the herald, too, was gone.

The valley was silent again. The perimeter was shattered, the ash from the talismans scattered on the cold wind.

Kael stood with the Fragment in his hand, his breath harsh, the Oath still burning in his chest. Liara stepped to his side, her eyes steady.

“That wasn’t a defeat,” she said. “It was a warning.”

Kael nodded slowly. “Then we give one back.”

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