"I want you to carry a message," Old Moth continued. "To Regent Voss, to the Mortal Coil Authority, to whoever in the formation cartel currently has an interest in this end of the district.”
“The boy in my room is my student. He is under my protection.”
“Whatever debt he carried as Zain is discharged.”
“Whatever interest the Celestial Inquisitors have in forbidden cultivation will need to wait until he has left this city, and by the time he leaves, he will be beyond their comfortable reach."
She paused. "And if anyone else comes to this door, I will not be nearly this considerate." Old Moth immediately said as she stared at Dax with powerful precision, even though he was blind.
Dax immediately looked at his fourteen incapacitated men. Looked at Old Moth.
Looked at the door of the hovel, where Kaelen had appeared in the frame, leaning on the doorjamb, watching.
"You're going to regret this," Dax said, and it lacked the conviction it would have had fourteen men ago.
"I very rarely regret things," Old Moth said. "It's one of the advantages of perspective."
Dax turned and walked into the dark street, stepping carefully over and around his men. He did not run. He would not give her the satisfaction of running.
Old Moth watched him go until his footsteps faded, then turned and walked back inside, tapping past Kaelen in the doorway and lowering herself into her chair.
Kaelen stood in the doorway a moment longer, looking at the street full of groaning, incapacitated men. Then he stepped back inside and closed the door.
Silence.
Then, "How did you do that?"
Old Moth reached for her cup. "Dark powers," she said, simply.
"Outlawed power. Forbidden techniques, older than the Celestial Order's classifications and not bound by them."
She immediately glanced at him with those white eyes, and in them, just briefly, was something like satisfaction.
"One such technique is called Essence Devouring."
Kaelen stared at her.
"I used a variation of it on the man Dax, though he survived it. I took three seconds of his cultivation capacity, just enough to ensure he can't use his formation arrays for a week." She set down the cup.
"The version you saw against the others? Different techniques entirely. Older ones. But the principle of taking rather than receiving from the environment? The same root." Old Moth immediately clarified him.
"Essence Devouring," Kaelen said slowly.
"That's my path. You used it just now."
"I used it because it was the most efficient available response to fifteen armed men at my door."
She met his gaze steadily. "And because I wanted you to see it. Not as a theory. Not as text on a scroll."
She gestured at the door, beyond which the sounds of recovery were beginning to drift in from the street.
"That is what the technique looks like when it is mastered. That is where the path leads."
Kaelen was quiet for a long moment.
"And since I can't cultivate through Zain's broken meridians," he said slowly, "it's also my only chance of survival."
Old Moth smiled. Not the cryptic, watching smile she wore most often. Something more genuine.
Something that, for just a moment, looked like what it was: an old teacher, satisfied that a student had arrived at the right conclusion.
"Since you can't cultivate because of Zain's broken meridians," she confirmed,
"yes."
"Then teach me," Kaelen Ashwright said.
"All of it. Whatever time we have, every hour of it. Teach me."
Outside, the Mortal Coil continued its grinding existence, unconcerned with the impossible thing sitting in a one-room hovel, learning dark powers by lamplight.
The tournament was seven days away.
The Nine Heavens believed Kaelen Ashwright was dead.
They were about to be corrected.
All of a sudden, Kaelen Ashwright in Zain's body immediately, decided to think things through at the moment.
“Wait a minute, Blind Moth, don't you think this forbidden technique will be an issue with the celestial realm?”
“The main reason why the elders actually banned this technique…do you really think I shoul
d learn the Essence devouring forbidden technique?” Kaelen Ashwright slowly asked.
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CHAPTER 20: MOTHS DON'T FLY.
"I want you to carry a message," Old Moth continued. "To Regent Voss, to the Mortal Coil Authority, to whoever in the formation cartel currently has an interest in this end of the district.”“The boy in my room is my student. He is under my protection.”“Whatever debt he carried as Zain is discharged.”“Whatever interest the Celestial Inquisitors have in forbidden cultivation will need to wait until he has left this city, and by the time he leaves, he will be beyond their comfortable reach." She paused. "And if anyone else comes to this door, I will not be nearly this considerate." Old Moth immediately said as she stared at Dax with powerful precision, even though he was blind.Dax immediately looked at his fourteen incapacitated men. Looked at Old Moth. Looked at the door of the hovel, where Kaelen had appeared in the frame, leaning on the doorjamb, watching."You're going to regret this," Dax said, and it lacked the conviction it would have had fourteen men ago."I very rarely reg
CHAPTER 19: DAX, GO HOME.
Dax smiled arrogantly into Blind old Moth's face as he continued.“There's no version of this that ends with you winning.""Mmm," Old Moth said. Then: "You've been managing things in this district for, how long? Twelve years?"The question threw Dax slightly off his rhythm. "Thirteen.""Thirteen years. And in thirteen years, you've come to my door four times.""We've had occasion…”"The first time was nine years ago, when you wanted information about a demon-blooded child who'd been seen near my end of the street. I told you I hadn't seen her. You chose not to press the matter."A very slight tension in Dax's expression. "I didn't press because there was nothing to press.""The second time was six years ago. You wanted me to vacate this space because someone with more money than me wanted it for a storage facility. I declined.”“You and four men attempted to convince me otherwise." Old Moth's voice was still pleasantly conversational."You left having convinced no one. You also left
CHAPTER 18: OPEN UP!
The voice that answered was male, rough, carrying the particular flavor of authority that came not from earned respect but from enforced compliance."Open up, old woman. We know the dead boy is in there."Kaelen's hands, which had been resting on the table, went still.The dead boy.Old Moth opened the door.The man who filled the doorframe was large. Not cultivator-large, not the refined power of someone who'd spent years channeling spiritual energy into their physique. This was the large of someone who'd spent their life in labor and violence, thick-shouldered and heavy-handed, the kind of large that breaks things without precision or elegance. He wore the mark of an enforcer on his chest, a crude iron badge in the shape of a clenched fist, and behind him, visible in the narrow street beyond Old Moth's door, stood more men. Kaelen counted quickly. Fifteen. Possibly more beyond his line of sight.He recognized the badge. Zain's memories surfaced with unpleasant clarity. The Enfo
CHAPTER 17: THE ENFORCERS ARRIVAL.
Three days passed in a rhythm that Kaelen would not have recognized as preparation if he hadn't been on the receiving end of it.Dawn brought Old Moth already seated at the table, the archaic scrolls open and the lantern lit, as if she'd been awake for hours or possibly hadn't slept at all.She would speak for an hour, dense and technical, covering aspects of the Essence Devouring technique that the manual's abbreviated text hadn't captured, the precise moment of contact at which absorption initiated, the way the practitioner's soul had to relax rather than grasp, the counterintuitive truth that fighting for the essence reduced efficiency while receiving it created better results."You're not taking it," she'd said on the first morning, when Kaelen had visualized the technique as a kind of aggressive reaching."You're making yourself available to it. The distinction matters more than you can currently imagine."Then came the physical work. Old Moth would have him practice the Soul Anc
CHAPTER. 16: NO WE ARE JUST GETTING STARTED.
"That's how Kaelen Ashwright would have fought in his original body if he'd had to fight upward, against stronger opponents." Kaelen's voice was distant, remembering Typhon's lessons about conserving power against superior foes. You are not always the strongest in the room. Learn to make that irrelevant."You were taught well," Old Moth said, and it was the first time she'd acknowledged the tragedy of that directly. Taught well. By someone who betrayed you with everything he taught you.The silence that followed had weight to it."There's something else," Kaelen said. "The tournament. The fallen men. You listed cultivators with genuine motivations, genuine reasons to enter. The woman looking for her daughter. The man trying to help his student." He looked at Old Moth steadily. "Most of the people I'll be fighting aren't villains. They're desperate people in an impossible realm trying to survive.""Yes," Old Moth said."And I'm going to have to kill them.""Yes.""That doesn't trou
CHAPTER 15: FAR FROM HOME.
"A stabilizing compound. Your soul is still partially fragmented from the consumption process.”“The fragments that made it into this body are integrating, but they're doing so in a chaotic pattern.”“Without assistance, the integration could take months and cause considerable internal damage." She folded her hands. "With the compound, the process will be uncomfortable for approximately two hours and then largely complete.""And if I choose not to drink it?""Then you spend the next several months feeling like your soul is trying to exit your body through your eye sockets while simultaneously hosting the memories, emotional residue, and muscle memory of a dead street rat whose cultivation was destroyed through his own impatience." Old Moth's expression was tranquil. "I recommend the compound."Kaelen drank it almost immediately.It tasted like regret and metal and something that had no business being a flavor.He managed not to make a sound, because some dignities survived death and
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