Chapter Five Hundred And Twenty – 520
> Felix managed to keep his tone level, because he could feel the weight of the Dragons Spirit behind the words; he was serious. Buying for time, he adjusted the Garment around his shoulders. Mana flowed into it, restoring its torn appearance into a short jacket, tunic, and loose trousers. He looked to Vess, but she was still staring down the languid Dragon, and was shaking a bit. Pit shrugged, but stayed huddled at her side, one wing over her shoulders. >
You The great, golden eye blinked. A loud whumph pulsed through the water, followed by a second and a third. The Dragon was laughing. You stayed your hand?
Felix raised his eyebrows. Well, yeah. He flared his Voracious Eye. Youre strong, remarkably so even without the Creature attached to your hip, but I gave the Creature a chance to stop its actions. It chose not to listen. But you werent in a place to be making any choices at all.
Another giant, golden blink. Choice, he rumbled. Words of the Nym.
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You areNymean?
> Felix said with a shrug. >
GoneI do not believe that, but you have come closer than any other, Child of Nym. The Dragons nostrils widened, snorting in a great lungful of water and silt. You smell of Authority. A great deal of it. Claim mine as well, then. These old scales hold potency yet. Let my death be the catalyst to advance you beyond your enemies.
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The golden wyrm jerked his enormous head, the largest movement yet, as Vess floated down before him. Dragoon. An offshoot of the Betrayers themselves. Do not think that you have a say in my fate.
It was Vess turn to flinch at that, and Felix found himself lost. Something had gone on between the twoDragon and Dragoonand it had something to do with their connection. For there was a great Link between the two of them, for all that Felix didnt think anyone else could see it. The chain of meaning was bright gold, different from the Links he held with Vess, Beef, and the others. In fact, it reminded him mostly of his bond with Pit, were it not lacking something intrinsically vital.
> Pit pointed out, zooming around the Dragons snout on his enchanted fishs tail. He turned in lazy corkscrews through the water, his wings cutting bubbling trails in the languid liquid before landing in a heavy burst of cloudy sand. > Pit let out a low, throaty trill. >
Yintarion seemed at a loss for words in the face of this entire experience. Felix felt for him; hed been there before. Vess, however, pressed her advantage.
> she hesitated, licking her lips. Her dark brown eyes were locked to the Dragons golden one, but everything else about her from the twist of her lips to the set of her folded arms, demonstrated a frantic urge to be away. With what seemed like monumental effort, his friend forced her hands to her sides and squared her shoulders. >
Primordial? You cannot trust the touch of them. They are cursed.
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The Matriarchs Lament was one of the evolved Skills of those Dragoons that reached Adept Tier. Yintarions mouth twisted, much the same as Vess, as if he tasted something sour. Rana bore that Skill.
> Vess asked. The stoic anger in her Spirit had been wavering, but now it collapsed entirely. In its place was a glimmer of distant silver light. Felix smiled as he identified the vibration.
Hope. Huh. Wheres this gonna go?
Iam aware of your aid, little Dragoon. But ourconnectiondoes not give you power over me or my decisions. As the Nymean said: choice is paramount.
> Felix said.
Yintarion gave a frustrated huff, and his breath alone toppled several of the nearby statues. Authority or not, you will not stop me from this, boy.
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A cold silence stretched between them, punctuated only by the uneasy groans of a slow-waking army of Nagafolk, and the faint, almost inaudible cursing of Isla.
You ate the Creature.
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How?
> Felix waved his hand. >
Impossible. It was a sliver of a goddess. You cannot eat a god.
> Felix asked. He was genuinely curious. >
The Dragon narrowed its one eye, the only one he could see from his vantage point. The things head was so huge, Felix would have had to swim thirty feet over its snout to see the other side. You claim to eat gods and cleanse horrors beyond knowing. You burn brightly with power, so-called Nym. Too much power. What are you, really?
Felix grinned. >
Just as the words formed on his tongue, Felixs core space gave a sudden, dizzying lurch as a sizable chunk of the Creatures potency fell beyond the event horizon of his Hunger. Not only devoured, but digested. Yet his world quaked with a cataclysmic murmur of discontent.
MORE. FE-LIX.
MORE.
A great suction pulled at his insides, like a vacuum had been shoved into his veins. All of the swirling impurities, the sizzling bits of char and purple-blue haze of uncaught Essence-flesh was seized and hauled wholesale into his Hunger. The blockage around his Perception and Affinity was snatched away, replaced by a keenness that set his Divine Tree to ringing. Felix stumbled to his knees, and the messy chaos of his senses snapped back into abrupt, intense focus.
FELIX!
The scream cut across time and space, rippling through his core like a dozen messages in a bottle. He could feel how old they werehow urgent. Days, hours, minutes, all of it colliding at once as visions of fire and fury filled Felixs Mind like a bucket beneath a waterfall.
Someone was screaming.
Men and women in blue coats and purple capes were falling, severed by blades of golden light or obliterated by flame. Ships rose from dark forests, and figures in milky-white armor stood imperiously upon their decks. Executioners.
> Vess was saying, attempting to pull his too-heavy frame up from the ground. Pit was under his torso, doing the lions share of the work. >
> he gasped, and almost fumbled Sunken Ward in his disoriented state. >
Vess let out a strangled sound. >
> Felix blinked, gaping at the rising amount of clarity that digesting a chunk of the Creature had afforded him. He still felt the connections of things, vivid as ever, but now there was a twisting he could feel, like a wind made of cool glass. It hid from things, tucked into the fabric of deepest shadows, places where the realm had been worn immeasurably thin. The renewed Seal thrust it into sharp relief, but it wasnt a function of it. >
> Vess said.
> Isla also said, with the same amount of confidence. The women traded surprised looks before the Chanter pursed her lips.
Time moves strangely within the Breach, the Dragon said. It was staring at him again, his curiosity more apparent than ever. The Creatures nature bends it, and it has been here for a very long time.
> Isla said, swimming closer. >
Felixs head swirled with ideas. Someriskier than others. Paxus? Paxus are you still alive?
Faintly, as if from an immense distance away, he heard the phantoms voice. All of them did. A tricky question, that.
Fuck, Felix sent in relief. >
No.
> Beef asked. He had his maul slung over his shoulder and an uneasy smile on his face. >
> Felix agreed.
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Look below.
All sensation of the phantom Nym vanished after that, and even the Abundance Anima would not respond to Felixs inquiries, other than to indicate it was recovering.
> Beef asked, already looking into the deep cracks theyd driven into the lakebed. It offered nothing but shadows and sand. >
> Vess commanded, then was swift to act. She soared through the waters, lightning crackling from her partisan as readily as spectral dragon wings formed atop her back. She hit a nearby column hard enough to snap it in half and send the base tumbling aside.
Beef ran after, chitin spikes thrusting from the earth like pry bars, tossing apart the broken remains of the Creatures odd temple. Homunculus Hallow, still uncharacteristically silent, hung about his neck, while the Multipede clattered behind like a loyal dog.
> Felix said, finding his Companion already at his side. >
The tenku sniffed the air, then turned fully around, just as a rumbling voice spoke.
Nym-Who-Is-Not.
The Dragon had been quiet during the entire exchange, though it was clear he heard it all, even Paxus messages. Now Felix looked at him, and realized hed reared up, just a touch, so that his head was no longer resting on the broken earth.
My time enslaved to the Creatures Will is hazy, but I retain scraps as I said. He took a deep breath that was still shaky for all its terrible heaviness. If I aid you, will you grant me peace? I cannot go on as I have, not after Ages of torment. Not after losing all that mattered.
Felix and Pit watched the Dragon for a long, measuring moment. Unsurprisingly, their Spirits were united in their opinion of the former Fathom, and Felix nodded with every earnest bone in his body. >
The mountainous Dragon almost deflated, his Spirit sounding as a gong of ancient sorrow and tired triumph. Very well. The statues. I can feel a piece of the Creature hiding in the one I just knocked over.
Felix clarified senses felt it too, once he focused on them. It was extremely faint, as if only a fraction of a fraction had been invested into the monstrous sculpturesbut there were a lot of them around the Breach.
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Gather them up, as you did the Creature itself. Provide the fuel, Nym Yintarion bared his teeth, and the shadows fled from his golden gaze. I shall pave the way.
> trilled Pit. >
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