The Beginning After The End novel Chapter 409

ARTHUR LEYWIN

The Earthborn Institute’s dim halls blurred past as I rushed downward, deeper into the labyrinthine mass of tunnels. No alarm had been sounded, and the few dwarves I passed appeared unaware of any strangeness, though my hurried descent drew nervous and questioning looks from most.

The aether had appeared in a rush, then dissipated almost immediately, from the direction of the laboratories. There were few enough people or artifacts who could cause such a phenomena, and although she wasn’t one of them, I was conscious of Lyra Dreide’s presence in the institute.

Is our guest minding herself? I thought to Regis.

‘She didn’t have anything to do with that spike of aether, if that’s what you’re asking. Want me to come with you to check it out?’

No, stay where you are for now.

‘Yippee,’ my companion groused, his boredom and irritation leaking through our mental connection.

As I moved off in nearly the opposite direction, my thoughts lingered on Kezess. He had promised assistance in defending Dicathen, but hadn’t been clear about the specifics of what that might entail. However, I didn’t think that meant portaling in asura without informing me. I couldn’t entirely trust his word anyway—that would have been the height of foolishness—and I knew it was within reason he might reverse course and take some hostile action instead.

Still, this didn’t feel like Kezess. There was nothing to gain in either case, as far as I could see. No, the more likely scenario led me down familiar tunnels, and when I saw two burly dwarven guards, each fully outfitted with shields, spears, and heavy plate armor, standing outside Gideon’s lab, I felt certain my guess was correct.

The two shifted positions as they heard my approach, tensing but then relaxing almost immediately. Simultaneously, they slammed the bases of their large shields against the ground. “Lance, sir!” they barked together. One went silent, and the other continued, almost apologetic. “Gideon has given strict orders that no one bother him—”

The doors shot open, and Emily’s bespectacled face poked out, her eyes wide behind the lenses. She looked at the guards, opened her mouth to say something, spotted me, then seemed to change tack in the middle of her thought. “Arthur, you’re a healer!”

She was breathing hard and slightly flushed around the cheeks. “I mean, I’m glad you’re here.” To the guard, she added, “Go get a healer.”

The guard snapped a salute, then jogged away at a quick pace, his heavy armor clanging with every footfall.

Emily pulled the door open and I slipped through, then she let it swing shut behind me.

The lab, I was surprised to see, was empty. “Where is—”

“Come on, through here,” she snapped, already rushing away.

I followed her through an arched door at the other end of the lab, then down a flight of stairs and into another hall. Hidden beneath was a series of smaller chambers I hadn’t visited before, each one blocked by a heavy stone door inscribed with runes. Emily stopped at the third door on the right, empowered it with mana, and pushed hard.

On the other side of the thick stone door was a wide, dimly-lit chamber with a low ceiling. A single table had been dragged down here, but the main feature of the room was a protective circle in the center. A small shield generator was connected to several mana crystals, and when activated would create a very dense, dome-shaped mana shield around the protection circle.

Sitting on the floor, his bare back against the curved wall, was Gideon. His gray hair was a mess, and there was a gaunt, pale look on his face, but when his eyes settled on me as I followed Emily into the chamber, they were full of fire.

“I figured it out!” he croaked, heedless of Emily’s worry. “The bestowals, the artifacts, the spellforms, all of it.”

A manic grin spread across his face, and words began to spill from his mouth. “The hard part was the sequencing of the runes in the robe. I suggested before it was like a password, and your summons was right in that there is a trap woven in—if you channeled mana into the runes out of order, they will keep drawing on your mana until you either break the connection or run out, incapacitating or even killing the wearer, and before you say it, getting out would be no easy feat, as there are belts within the robes that are tricky to do and undo, and they have to be buckled correctly for all that mana to move properly.”

Gideon drew a deep breath, and I opened my mouth to ask him a question, but he immediately continued barrelling onward. “In fact, the robes use the wearer as a kind of conduit for certain aspects of the manipulation, so just holding them on your lap or touching them with one hand doesn’t work, they have to be worn. It’s rather devious, honestly.”

Gideon shook his head, looking impressed. “But,” he continued, “I figured out the correct sequencing, naturally.” He gestured to Emily, and I realized with a sinking feeling in my stomach that she was wearing the ceremonial robes.

“Gideon,” Emily said urgently.

She had crossed the room and kneeled beside him while he was rambling, but only then did he seem to even notice her.

Still grinning, he said, “Oh, of course. Miss Watsken was quite the help, testing the artifacts individually to ensure that our hypotheses—”

“Gideon,” she said again, exasperated. “I sent for a healer. We should—”

“Bah!” Gideon burst out, struggling to push himself up the wall to stand. “Arthur, you’ve distracted me. I need to move on to the testing phase immediately.”

“Hold on,” I said, raising a hand to stop him. “We should really talk this through before we try the bestowal on a person. If something were to go wrong…”

I trailed off. Gideon’s half-grown brows raised and furrowed simultaneously, his expression caught somewhere between confusion and disbelief. Behind him, Emily stared at the ground, rubbing her eyes with her hands.

My gaze tracked from Gideon’s thin, soft bare form to the table, where the staff and other artifacts rested.

Then Gideon burst out with a wild laugh and shook his head, his shoulders shaking with amusement. “What do you think is going to go wrong? I channel mana and my torso explodes?” He stopped, and a thoughtful look crossed his face for a moment. Turning to Emily, he asked, “Is that something we considered?”

“Wait,” I said, feeling wrong-footed. Then, like a trapdoor opening in my mind, I connected the burst of aether I had felt with Gideon’s words. I drew a hand down my face with a sigh. “You already used it, didn’t you?”

Gideon flipped a switch, channeled a burst of mana into the shield artifact, and took his place in the middle of the protection circle. “This spellform? No, of course, not, I’m—oh! You mean the bestowal artifacts. Well yes, of course, I couldn’t sit around waiting for you forever, could I?”

I groaned. “Gideon, I say this with all due respect, but only an actual insane person would commit to a human trial of unknown and only partially understood magic on himself.”

Gideon closed his eyes. “All magic is the constant act of self-experimentation. If I recall correctly, you once caused yourself a near-crippling number of micro-fractures throughout the bones of your legs by experimenting with a spell.”

I ground my teeth but had to admit he was right. “Fine. But before you take this further, can I at least call in someone who understands the use of spellforms? Who can perhaps guide you on their use?”

Gideon opened one eye. “You just happen to have an Alacryan mage in your back pocket or something?”

“Not in my back pocket, no,” I shot back. “Just…don’t do anything else stupid until I get back.”

“Sometimes I feel like you don’t appreciate my genius.”

There was a dull hammering from the door, and Emily jumped. “Oh, that’ll be the healer.”

I pulled the door open to reveal the guard and a heavy set dwarven woman, whose scowl sent shivers up even my spine. She stomped into the chamber, glared around, and then settled her irritation firmly on Gideon.

I slipped out into the hall past the guard but could still hear the reverberation of her voice as she shouted, “This is the sixth time this week,” and then her words were lost.

Lyra Dreide’s vault-cell was not far, and I reached it quickly. Regis had sensed me coming, of course, and was standing in front of the bars with his flames waving fiercely.

“What’s going on?” Lyra asked as I appeared in front of her. “I sensed your beast’s agitation, but he’s even less communicative than you.”

Saying nothing, I God Stepped into the vault, took hold of her arm, and stepped back into the hall. “Stay close, and don’t try anything.”

The retainer let out a put-upon sigh. “Perhaps I was mistaken…”

For the second time, I made my way down into the lower halls where Gideon had his laboratory. The guards said nothing, but stepped well back from the door as I led Lyra and Regis into the lab, their hard eyes following the retainer closely.

Emily was quick to open the inner door when I knocked, and we all entered the chamber together. Lyra, who was looking around curiously at everything, immediately honed in on Gideon. “He has a rune.”

Gideon took in her dark eyes, her flame-red hair, her suppressed aura. His skin wrinkled as he frowned. “Isn’t that the regent?”

“Well spotted, both of you,” I said sarcastically. “She is my prisoner, and has forsaken service to the enemy and promised to make herself useful.” To her, I asked, “How could you tell?”

“There is a faint signature of the mana, brightest just after formation, though eventually hidden by the mage’s own mana signature.”

The sight of mana particles burned into my vision as I activated Realmheart. Sure enough, layered behind Gideon’s own mana signature, there was the more subtle glow of the spellform. It was then that I noticed his core itself; it was still burning with mana, and within the mana currents was a thin trail of aether particles. As I watched, this swelling of mana began to fade, allowing me to see his core more clearly.

It was rapidly clarifying to a light yellow color.

“You have figured out how Agrona’s bestowment ritual works,” Lyra continued, her tone curious, musing. “A clever turnabout, but not without risk.”

“What risks?” Emily asked, keeping well back from the retainer and yet watching her with a kind of wary eagerness. “We assumed that, once a spellform was in place, it was only a matter of learning to control it.”

Lyra nodded along as Emily spoke, pursing her lips slightly. “Yes, practice and patience will allow a mage to master a new rune, but our entire culture is predicated on the training and knowledge to do so. Alacryan children prepare to wield runes even before their first bestowment, and still plenty of young mages have pushed too hard, too fast, and burned themselves to dust with a rune they didn’t fully understand and weren’t equipt to make use of.”

Gideon huffed, but Emily seemed slightly shaken as the color drained from her cheeks.

“But the greater risk is in the bestowment itself,” the retainer continued. “Our people are adapted to the bestowals. You might even say we were bred for it. We are born with our cores, and twenty percent of our population develops magic. Your people lack asuran lineage, something even the lowliest of Alacryan unadorned can claim. Do not discount the danger just because this single Imbuer has survived unscaled. The process may very well kill some who attempt it.”

“Bah!” Gideon burst out, losing his patience. “It’s easy enough to see the divide between Alacrya’s development of the mechanism involved in this ritual and the original magics formulated by the ancient mages. If it worked for them a thousand years ago, and then for the Alacryans now, why wouldn’t it work for us too?”

He shifted his focus to me, scowling darkly. “Perhaps your ‘prisoner’ is attempting to forestall our progress or sow doubt, eh?”