Chapter 10
Author: Rick A
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"Don't tell me you're planning on dying in a sewer," Freecs shouted, parrying a downward strike that rattled his teeth. "That’s a pathetic way to go."

Vivina ducked under a whirling blade, her golden aura scorching the damp brickwork. "I've had worse shifts, Freecs! Just watch your left!"

"My left is fine! It’s the dozen guys behind you that are the problem!"

"Then stop talking and swing your blade!"

Freecs vaulted over a pipe, his boots splashing in the grime. He caught an inquisitor’s wrist,
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    Vivina’s golden aura sputtered like a dying candle, casting frantic, jumping shadows against the damp brickwork of the sewer. The air grew instantly heavier, smelling of ozone and rot, as the armored inquisitors closed their ring tighter around the runoff junction.“My aura is failing, Freecs!” Vivina shouted, her voice tight with exhaustion as she deflected a plunging halberd with a screech of shearing metal. “I can't hold them off much longer!”“Look at their visors!” Freecs yelled back, ducking beneath a sweeping chain weapon that tore chunks of masonry from the wall. “They aren’t breathing, Vivina! They’re pulsing in sync with the shadow-beast! Every time you flare your light, the construct grows denser!”“What are you talking about? It’s reacting to us!” she snapped, executing a desperate backflip to avoid a wave of solidifying darkness that instantly crystallized the puddles beneath her boots.“No, it’s reacting to you!” Freecs realized, his mind racing as he recalled the prison

  • Chapter 10

    "Don't tell me you're planning on dying in a sewer," Freecs shouted, parrying a downward strike that rattled his teeth. "That’s a pathetic way to go."Vivina ducked under a whirling blade, her golden aura scorching the damp brickwork. "I've had worse shifts, Freecs! Just watch your left!""My left is fine! It’s the dozen guys behind you that are the problem!""Then stop talking and swing your blade!"Freecs vaulted over a pipe, his boots splashing in the grime. He caught an inquisitor’s wrist, twisted until the bone snapped, and shoved him into the path of another. "You realize we’re completely outnumbered, right? There’s literally no way out of this pipe.""There is if you stop whining and start listening!" she yelled, thrusting her blade into an attacker's chest. "We need to clear the shaft! Move to the center!""The center? You want me to stand in the middle of a firing squad?""I want you to be the bait! Just for a second!""Bait? You want me to be the bait?""You're the glitch, a

  • Chapter 9

    The shadow monster lashed out, its limbs like jagged obsidian blades. Freecs ducked, the air whistling as a claw pulverized the stone where his head had been a heartbeat prior."This thing is solidifying!" Freecs yelled, rolling across the cold floor to regroup with Vivina."It’s not just a projection!" she shouted back, deflecting a heavy blow with her glowing sword. "It’s a construct of the Council’s spite!"Freecs lunged toward the cell, his dagger biting into the lock mechanism. "Old man, get out! Now!"The prisoner stumbled forward, his chains clattering like dead leaves. "You can’t win by fighting the shadow! You have to starve the parasite!""Starve it?" Freecs barked, parrying a strike from the shadow-beast. "How do you suggest we do that while it’s busy trying to eviscerate us?""The System feeds on glory!" the old man wheezed, clutching his chest. "Every time a 'hero' dies for their cause, the energy ripples back to the Source! It’s not a tool, you fools—it’s a harvester!"V

  • Chapter 8

    The city of Oakhaven was a graveyard of lights. Every torch was extinguished, and the streets were patrolled by armored inquisitors with glowing, violet visors.Freecs adjusted his velvet collar, the silk itching against his neck. Beside him, Vivina looked dangerously out of place in a floor-length evening gown that clearly belonged to someone much smaller."Stop pulling at the neckline," she hissed, her voice barely audible. "You look like you’re trying to strangle yourself.""I am," Freecs muttered, keeping his head down as they approached the North Gate checkpoint. "If this corset doesn't kill me, the guards definitely will. Who wears this stuff? It’s basically torture.""It’s high-society fashion, you idiot. Just stop hunching. You’re a lord’s son tonight, remember?""A lord’s son who smells like a sewer and has an assassin’s dagger taped to his thigh? Perfect.""Lord Valerius the Third. My cousin from the southern provinces," she added, catching his eye with a warning glare. "And

  • Chapter 7

    The scout lunged, his movements fluid and unnervingly fast. Freecs barely dodged the first strike, the blade whistling past his ear and carving a deep gouge into the cave wall."Stay back, Vivina!" Freecs yelled, parrying a second, bone-jarring blow."I’m not a statue, Freecs! I’m helping!" She slid beneath the scout’s guard, her own blade flashing like sunlight in the dark."That's his blind spot!" Freecs shouted, spotting the flicker of purple energy around the scout's ribs. "Strike now!"Vivina didn't hesitate. She drove her sword home, but the scout laughed—a dry, raspy sound—as he twisted his body, absorbing the hit. He kicked Freecs squarely in the chest, sending him flying back into the stone floor."You’re fighting like a pair of amateurs," the scout sneered, his voice distorting with that unnatural, layered hiss. "The Council sends their regards. And they specifically asked for your heads."Freecs gasped for air, his vision blurring. "The Council? Since when do they send scou

  • Chapter 6

    The explosion of light hadn’t destroyed the Architect; it had merely blinded it long enough for them to vanish into the sewers, leaving the ruined tannery to collapse in a heap of splintered wood and phantom fire. Now, deep in the damp silence of a mountain grotto miles from the city, the adrenaline was finally bleeding out, replaced by the stinging reality of their injuries.Freecs slumped against the mossy wall, his chest heaving. Vivina sat a few feet away, her golden armor shattered and discarded in pieces across the damp stone. She looked less like a Saint and more like a survivor."You’re bleeding, Freecs," she said, her voice unusually soft in the cramped space."It’s just a scratch," he wheezed, pressing a hand to his side. "You look like you went five rounds with a meat grinder.""I took worse hits during the initiation trials," she replied, picking at a jagged tear in her tunic. "At least then, the enemy didn't have tentacles.""True. The Council’s flair for the dramatic is

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