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1139 - Kavad's Lance VI
🕑 Added 2024-10-30 15:00:06 +0000 UTCLeon stared at Grandin and Aladir, nonplussed in the wake of Grandin’s effective declaration that he and his brother were ready to climb Kavad’s Lance. Aladir looked unsteady on his feet at best, and his aura was weak even for a first-tier mage. There was little doubt in Leon’s mind that Aladir had been stronger before being petrified, which meant he’d suffered severe injuries to his soul realm to lose so much power.
In short, Leon didn’t believe for a moment that Aladir was in any way ready to climb a mountain that even post-Apotheosis mages had trouble with. And yet, Grandin looked as confident as he could be.
“Hardly the response I was expecting…” Grandin murmured as the silence stretched uncomfortably long. “I thought you were all eager to get this climb over with.”
“Your brother looks like a stiff breeze would knock him over,” Anna said. “You want him to brave the wind currents and monsters of the mountain?”
Grandin glanced at Aladir before stating confidently, “We know the mountain and its paths better than anyone! It’ll be easy to get to the top now!”
“It… will be difficult,” Aladir croaked, his voice sounding as smooth as sandpaper. “They are right, brother… I am not up to this climb…”
Grandin grimaced and whispered back, “You could get to the summit blindfolded!”
Aladir weakly chuckled before taking a moment to look around, his eyes lingering briefly on the blood, burns, and disturbed dirt and sand where the corpse of the monster that had petrified him had lain not long ago. With a visceral shiver, he made his way to the nearest relatively small boulder and almost collapsed onto it with all the grace of a sack of potatoes.
“I’m barely able to hold myself up, Grandin,” he stated. “Climbing this mountain is beyond me.”
“I’m not leaving you behind!” Grandin insisted.
Leon sighed as the brothers continued bickering, an accord between the two seeming far off. Given the dangers already faced in their ascent, let alone any they may face as they continued upward where he presumed more dangerous creatures awaited them, protecting someone as vulnerable as Aladir was currently held little appeal. He wanted to move quickly, besides, and Aladir didn’t look able to stand up straight let alone climb a mountain thousands of feet tall.
Leon opened his mouth to interject between the brothers, but his own brother beat him to the punch.
“I can carry him, if needs be,” Anzu said, his offer directed more to Leon than to either Grandin or Aladir.
Surprised, Leon turned to his closest friend, the griffin in whom he placed unconditional trust. When Anzu was younger, he’d been Leon’s war beast, but he hadn’t acted in that role since growing strong and intelligent enough to assume human form. Leon’s surprise was only intensified by visceral disgust at the idea of anyone riding Anzu but him. Brother though he claimed the griffin to be, he couldn’t deny feeling extremely protective and possessive of the griffin.
As if sensing Leon’s feelings, Anzu set his face with seriousness and determination and said, “I don’t regard it as insulting. Not like he’ll be steering me like a horse. But I can protect him and keep him with us this way.”
With a grimace of his own, Leon said, “Only if you’re comfortable with it, and not a second longer.”
Anzu smiled and, in hardly a moment’s time, assumed griffin form.
“Another Ascended Beast, huh?” Grandin muttered, his eye flitting between Anzu and Leon.
“There a problem with that?” Leon defensively demanded.
“No, no,” Grandin hurriedly responded. “If he’s willing to carry my brother up the mountain… then I can only offer my gratitude, and promise to take us on the safest route to the top that there is.”
“No path is ever completely safe,” Aladir said as his focus shifted from the group to the mountain practically filling the horizon. “Thank you, noble griffin. I would not presume to ‘ride’ you, by any means… but to have you carry me… is an honor I can’t refuse, may the gods forgive me my hubris…”
Anzu clicked his beak, clearly not that happy but willing nonetheless. He practically sauntered over to the boulder upon which Aladir sat, his bearing noble and proud. He held himself tall and upright, and when he stopped by the side of the boulder, a saddle appeared on his back, though without reins.
With Grandin’s help, Aladir managed to get into the saddle, and Leon had to clamp down hard on his distaste at the sight. As he just barely held himself back from glaring maliciously at Aladir as he got himself situated, Maia sidled up to Leon and asked, [I can kill him later, if you want…]
For just the briefest of moments, Leon thought she was serious. Then he glanced at her and saw a faint smirk flicker across her face as she returned his attention.
[Tempting,] he responded, [but no. It’s… fine, so long as Anzu’s fine with it.]
[I didn’t think he’d make such an offer,] Maia responded. [I don’t think he’s ever offered such a thing to anyone.]
[To Alix’s disappointment,] Leon said as he snuck a look at the Tempest Knights’ second-in-command. Alix was doing a good job of pretending otherwise, but he could tell from the set of her jaw and the flickering of her aura that she wasn’t happy.
Regardless, after only a couple more minutes, Aladir was secured in the saddle, and their party was ready to move. Grandin doted on his weakened and vulnerable brother quite a bit, but after being sternly told not to, he relaxed a hair. Then the two put their heads together and had a quick discussion about their path forward. Fortunately, they didn’t have to take long to debate their options, and soon enough, Grandin got their party moving again, much to Leon’s relief.
Artorion had little time remaining, and every second burned was one they’d not get back.
Grandin led them to the side of the floating island that had the Lance on their left, the far side of the island from where they’d arrived. There they waited for only a couple minutes before a current picked up, inviting them to throw themselves off the island and into its tender embrace.
“Not this one,” Grandin told them. “Won’t last long enough for the whole party and it goes in the wrong direction.”
True to his words, barely a matter of seconds after speaking, the current died down again.
Two more similar wind currents picked up in the next quarter hour, neither of which they took. Only the next did they finally enter, following Grandin as he without hesitation leaped in.
For his part, Leon relished the time spent in the air, the wind whipping around his body, the clouds brushing against him. He could sense more winged serpents in the clouds, but so long as the current remained and no one tried to fly, they left his party alone.
This current was much longer than any they’d taken previously and wound around two floating islands, neither particularly large, and deposited them on another cliff on Kavad’s Lance. This cliff, instead of leading into a cave, instead lay at the foot of a steep and heavily forested slope. The ground was broken and rough, with jagged rocks sticking out everywhere, while trees, flowers, and shrubs stubbornly stuck out of every crack in the stone.
With his magic senses, Leon could sense several trees in the forest moving as if they were conscious and aware, but he didn’t get a good look at them as Grandin led their party only partway up the slope, and he kept a good distance between them and these moving trees.
Buried within the jagged rocks and shaded by trees with thick canopies was a narrow crevasse, into which Grandin took them. This crevasse was only just wide enough for Anzu and the giant to enter after the rest of the party, but thankfully, the crevasse widened into a proper cave further in.
With his magic senses, Leon could sense that they stood on the doorstep of another dense system of caves and tunnels, though many were quite a bit larger than he’d been expecting. None so large that he suspected spatial magic at play, but certainly large enough to be notable. These larger caverns were filled with crystal-like plants growing from all surfaces—pale blue glassy stalks capped with ocean-blue translucent flowers; pink ‘trees’ rose from the cavern floors, shedding warmer light that illuminated their surroundings; white-gold crystal bridges wound their way through these caverns, curling up and down and to the side, making for chaotic paths through these caverns.
Ghostly shapes moved not only through these caverns but within these crystals, too. Grandin, however, drew from his soul realm a dagger seemingly made from a blue ceiling crystal, and when he channeled his magic into it, it shone with bright light that chased these moving shapes away.
As a result, their journey through these caves was quick and peaceful.
The caves eventually terminated in a tall, wide tunnel that, if Leon’s estimation was correct, spanned nearly a full quarter of the mountain’s height, though only about a tenth of its width. Throughout the vertical tunnel were hot wind currents and lightning bolts seemingly frozen in place. Horrific, man-sized centipedes crawled all over these frozen lightning bolts, filling the tunnel with dancing lights as their bodies obscured portions of the bolts.
They emerged about halfway up, and for the first time since their initial climb up, Leon caught sight of other climbers. They were much further down, contending hard with a swarm of these centipedes. Leon could see the revolting insects were not only covered in slick black oil, but the mandibles of their insectoid faces sparkled with dull purple lightning. Their mandibles were sharp and dangerous enough as they were, but the creatures were practically spitting lightning at this other party below them, while the magic sent back by the mages appeared to slide right off the centipedes without doing much damage.
Notably, the party had an average power of around the seventh-tier, which matched the average power of the centipedes. The centipedes, however, were far more numerous, and the human party was being pushed back.
“How do you propose we get through this?” Valeria asked Grandin as she readied her glaive, which already shed fine freezing mist as her magic filled the weapon.
“With minimal bloodshed,” Grandin said. “These things won’t trouble us so long as we move quickly.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, he threw himself into one of the dozens of wind currents roiling through the tunnel, and without much other choice, Leon’s party followed suit. It certainly helped their confidence that Grandin was leading by example, though Leon himself still had a few misgivings. He kept an eye on the centipedes moving over the frozen lightning bolts, and for a long few seconds, it seemed like Grandin was right, the centipedes left them alone.
And then a tenth-tier example of the species shrieked as Leon’s party sped past so close to its bolt that Leon could’ve reached out and touched the insect, and it jumped into the current in their wake. Dozens of others followed its example, screeching and following Leon’s party, their mandibles clicking and crackling with lightning.
In response, the centipedes pressuring the other party further down ceased their assault as that party vanished into a lower passage—without leaving anyone behind, which brought a smile to Leon’s face—and turned their attention upward. There wasn’t even a moment of thought; those centipedes leaped with deceptive agility and control in the air from current to current until they were set to follow Leon’s party.
“We’re attracting attention!” Valeria shouted, though given what he could sense from their magic senses, Leon guessed everyone already knew that.
He heard Grandin quietly curse ahead of them, but he responded to Valeria, “We’ll maintain our distance in this current! Keep going!”
Leon frowned, not liking to remain idle when murderous insects were pursuing his party. He drew Iron Pride and summoned his lightning magic. Silver-blue lightning sparked across the blade, and Leon reveled for a moment in the power. He could sense the static charge of the frozen bolts all around them, which the centipedes seemed to use for nesting and transportation. With his skill and power, he felt like disrupting these bolts would’ve been easy.
With the Iron Needle in hand, it was trivial.
With a single slash as he sped through the wind current, a section of the nearest frozen lightning bolt shattered like glass, spilling countless sparks down the tunnel that vanished as they cooled. The rest of the lightning bolt dissipated quickly, sending centipedes scattering through the air in the hundreds.
“By the Great Current!” Grandin shouted in alarm. “Don’t do that too—” He wasn’t able to finish before the current they were riding wavered, nearly dropping the entire party. Fortunately, it steadied out a moment later, but not before giving everyone quite the scare. “The bolts sustain the currents!” Grandin finished. “Don’t disturb them unless necessary!”
Leon clicked his tongue in disappointment, but he could feel a slight increase in the ambient charge that had his hair starting to stand on end within the tunnel as the bolt finished dissipating. This charge didn’t continue rising before reaching another equilibrium, but it was clear enough to him that if he destroyed too many of the frozen bolts, new bolts would start filling the tunnel.
Thankfully, despite this brief disturbance to their wind current, the centipedes didn’t gain any distance on them, and neither did his party lose any speed. It took less than a minute to reach the top, with the current practically throwing them off onto another ledge only a dozen feet or so below the ceiling.
Grandin hit the floor on his feet and immediately began ushering them into the tunnel beyond. “Hurry! We don’t want to overstay our welcome!” As Leon’s party was ejected from the current, bolts of purple lightning began striking around the tunnel ledge, courtesy of their insectoid pursuers. Leon swung his blade again, but instead of slashing through one of the frozen bolts, he sent the purple lightning rebounding back into the centipedes that spat them.
Once Leon’s entire party entered the next tunnel, Grandin pushed them onward without a moment’s rest, while Leon brought up the rear. The centipedes followed them as far as the ledge, halting at the entrance to the tunnel. Whether he’d successfully intimidated them or they had other reasons for not pursuing further, the effect was the same, and Leon’s party lost their tail as they vanished into the tunnel.
“Woo! Ha!” Grandin shouted as he led them over thick roots breaking through the walls of the tunnel and between jagged pillar-like boulders. “Just like old times, Ala!”
Aladir looked pale from all the excitement, and if he weren’t tied into Anzu’s saddle, Leon was certain he would’ve fallen out by this point. He didn’t respond to his brother’s enthusiasm and looked like if he opened his mouth, he would vomit.
This tunnel spat the party out into another heavily-forest part of the mountain, but this area was marginally flatter. Moss-covered stones as tall as the giant surrounded them, while relatively stubby trees shaded them. Beyond, however, Leon could see that they were now in between cloud layers, leaving them with a spectacular view of the Origin Spark-lit clouds above, and another sea of clouds below. Beyond this lower cloud sea, however, he could see the Nexus as it extended north. The northeasternmost corner of the King’s Ocean stretched out before him, and hundreds of miles away, he could see the shores of the Burning Lands.
He didn’t get much of a chance to admire the view as Grandin spurred the party to keep moving. This far up the mountain, it seemed, they couldn’t stop for long without attracting attention of the wrong sort. Thankfully, they remained undisturbed as they continued their ascent, this time not in tunnels but by physically climbing over boulders and up cliffs, sometimes even climbing over trees that bridged gaps.
Their progress was rapid enough to be satisfying, and though a few creatures poked their heads out at them as they ascended, none were interested enough in them to risk Leon’s wrath—especially after his killing intent flickered in response to the weight of their gazes. Finally, they reached the second cloud layer, and Grandin said, “We just have to get past these clouds, and we’ll basically be at the top. The Lance doesn’t rise much past the upper edge of this layer.”
Leon smiled. They’d almost reached the top. The Origin Spark hadn’t even darkened into its facsimile of a moon. Not even half a day had passed, and this little journey had almost reached its end.
The lance at the top of the Lance, however, he guessed would be the mountain’s most dangerous obstacle. But for Artorion, it was an obstacle he wouldn’t hesitate to surmount.
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Comments
Warden
Grandin and Aladir are certainly not the first to make it far enough to lay eyes on the lance.
Specter
Thank you! To make sure I'm understanding/have my details straight, seems like the challenge is more getting the "approval" of the lance/meeting the "criteria" rather than the difficulty of climbing assuming sufficient tier/strength? I get that not all guides know the way but Grandin knowing for at least 23 years (since his brother appears to know as well) gives plenty of time for others to figure it out as well, it seems?
Betareader007
Thank you for the chapter
Nicholas Hale
Thanks for the chapter
