Jason teleported back down towards the lake below and barely had time to block as Biivan came screaming in out of nowhere, slashing with her glowing, curved sword. As Breeze met the High Priestess’s shotel, Jason pushed as hard as he could, engaging in a corps-à-corps, sword against sword. Then he pushed with magic as hard as he could through his sword.
Angry tree branches of lightning leapt from the blade, slamming into Biivan. The demigoddess screamed in rage and pain, momentarily falling back as her exposed skin smoked. However, as Jason watched, the dark patches where she’d been burned rapidly healed, leaving her skin flawless again.
Biivan shrieked, the sound slicing through the sky, spreading tremors of hate and madness. The High Priestess redoubled her attacks, sending waves of golden energy at Jason, her attacks growing even more erratic than before.
Jason bared his teeth, listening to the voices muttering around his soul. He needed more power. He needed more weapons. He ignored his growing headache and the pains shooting through his body from his neck and shoulders.
His fury ran through his body like an electric current and he embraced it. He wanted to rip his enemy apart. He just needed more power!
The Ravager
Bezzi-ibbi watched in awe as his brother, Jason-ibbi, fought a High Priestess to a standstill in the sky. Such a thing, only heard of in ancient songs and history books, was actually taking place before his eyes. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end and his tail bristled.
It was common knowledge that High Priestesses were the most powerful beings on Ludus. To challenge them was death, yet Jason-ibbi was fighting Child Thief Biivan paw to paw. Bezzi-ibbi felt deep pride as he watched his Clan brother duel one of the most evil High Priestesses on the planet. Jason-ibbi brought incredible honor to the Jaguar Clan through his actions.
Even if Bezzi-ibbi died this day, despite all the hardship he’d been through, he could not have been more proud of himself and his family. And if he lived to see another dayrise, he would have the foundation to become a great Jaguar Troubadour!
Nearby, Bezzi-ibbi heard Gonzo whistle in disbelief. He glanced over and saw Uluula with a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide as she witnessed her husband fight in a duel to the death in midair. The rest of the group was watching with rapt attention too, the only exception being Mareen, who lay in a fetal position, softly sobbing as she held herself.
Bezzi-ibbi hissed as he realized the last enemy, Liangyu, had disappeared with her last two undead minions. He had no idea where she’d gone, and there was just enough fog left to hide her passage. Bezzi-ibbi couldn’t do anything about it now, but it bothered him that such a powerful enemy was unaccounted for. She’d also escaped with any answers about what had happened to Henry-ibbi, too.
The Jaguar Clan heir shook himself. He needed to move. He passed Mareen and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. He understood. Henry had been her heart song. Bezzi-ibbi chose to believe that such a great warrior would somehow find his way back to them. If not, he would merely be hunting with the ancestors before Bezzi-ibbi saw him again. It was only a matter of time either way.
He had to find Yanno-ibbi and check on Rark-han. He did not know if his uncle was hunting with the ancestors yet. He had a feeling he already knew Rark-han’s fate, but he didn’t want to risk a storm while hunting.
Bezzi-ibbi padded towards the Battlewagon, figuring it was the best place to start looking for his kin. He feared the worst, but would not give in to his worries. He kept an eye out for any remaining undead creatures and also warily watched the sky to witness Jason’s fight.
He found Rark-han in exactly the same spot where he’s saved Bezzi-ibbi’s life. The boy bit his lip with enough pressure that his fangs drew blood. There would be time for mourning later, time for honor. There was nothing he could do for the wolf Mo’hali man, but his uncle might still be of this world.
He smelled the blood before he actually found Yanno-ibbi. Bezzi-ibbi rushed forward and checked the older Mo’hali man’s pulse before sighing in relief. His uncle was somehow still alive. He was terribly cut in several places, but the resourceful man had crafted tourniquets out of strips of cloth to stop the worst of the bleeding. He was unconscious and his breathing was shallow, but he was still alive.
Bezzi-ibbi gritted his teeth and blinked away a handful of tears. He didn’t have time for that. He had to get to work. He wasn’t big enough yet to carry his uncle, so he hissed an apology before dragging him. Mareen wasn’t at her best, but she was still probably Yanno-ibbi’s best hope to survive.
Bezzi-ibbi struggled, his tired muscles screaming in agony as he pulled his wounded uncle by the man’s undamaged leg. When he finally reached the rest of the team, he rested on his haunches in exhaustion. It was eerie how quiet everyone was other than Mareen’s soft sobs and Vitaliya’s occasional sniff. Every gaze was fixed on the sky.
Jason suddenly flashed into view, followed by Biivan hot in pursuit. The Areva High Priestess snarled, savagely hacking at Jason with her curved sword.
Bezzi-ibbi crossed his arms in worry. Jason seemed to be teleporting more often and his soul song was not as loud as it had been. Meanwhile, Biivan didn’t seem to be tiring at all. The evil demigoddess had Jason on the run.
She began pumping her arms, launching multiple exploding orbs at Jason, catching him off guard right after he teleported again. He slipped away, but not before creating a shimmering shield at an angle to deflect an exploding orb. The energy blast rocketed into the lake where it detonated, launching water and debris high up into the air.
Bezzi-ibbi focused on maintaining his balance as the ground shook, a wave of pressure washing over him. Jason-ibbi is creating entire shields of null-time? He shook his head in amazement. His brothers were already becoming living legends.
However, his earlier assessment that Jason was tiring had unfortunately been correct. The combatants were close enough in the sky now for Bezzi-ibbi to watch everything. He was mildly worried that they were getting too close, but no place nearby was truly safe with Biivan throwing explosive energy around. This fact was probably why nobody else was taking cover, either.
The Jaguar Clan boy’s ears pricked forward as he watched one particularly furious exchange. The strikes and parries were so fast, Bezzi-ibbi doubted the Terran Delvers could see each individual blow.
Suddenly, Jason managed to get a solid cut on Biivan and Bezzi-ibbi’s grinned in triumph! However, his heart fell again when Biivan snarled, backed off, and her body healed itself. Even her silver singlet mended, looking completely whole again.
It wasn’t fair. Jason’s intimidating dark form flickered; his glowing silver eyes narrowed. He began launching some sort of null-time attacks at Biivan, but Bezzi-ibbi had tracked the truth. Jason was being worn down.
About a minute later, Jason slashed his blade in the air, creating one last crescent of energy racing toward Biivan, but she crossed her arms over her body, generating a pale yellow shield. After the wave passed, she stood proud in the sky again, openly sneering. Steam rose from her skin, but she ignored it.
Suddenly, Jason’s shadow form wavered. His silver eyes faded away, the twinkling shadow that covered his body drifted off like smoke, and his limp body began to fall.
Bezzi-ibbi gasped and Uluula shouted, “Jason, no!” The entire group could do nothing but watch helplessly as he fell, though. There was no way any of them could make it in time to try catching him. Uluula fell to her knees, landing bonelessly as she witnessed her husband’s defeat.
Bezzi-ibbi watched grimly as Biivan grinned, the evil woman beginning to follow Jason to the ground. This was the end. She’d probably kill all of them. Bezzi-ibbi was resigned to his fate. He was honored he was able to have known such amazing people on his journey through the Day.
He slowly twisted his palms backwards in resignation, sure of his fate. However, he was still looking upwards when Keeja suddenly blurred forward and caught Jason in the sky. Bezzi-ibbi gasped in surprise. He’d forgotten K
eeja was even with them!
“What are you doing, Keeja?” screeched Biivan. “You’re breaking the rules! Dolos will have your head for this!”
“I do not fear Dolos,” replied Keeja with a sneer. She floated over to Uluula and gently set Jason down on the ground. “Give him room, he’ll be fine. Just let him rest,” she ordered the white-haired Areva woman. Uluula nodded, spastically dashing the tears from her eyes. Then slowly, stoically, she sat on the ground near Jason’s head, resting a hand on his chest.
Standing in midair, Biivan shouted, “You can’t do this, Keeja! You are breaking the rules! I’m going to kill every one of those pet mortals of yours and you are powerless to stop me!”
“So you admit you were trying to kill this man?” Keeja asked, pointing at the unconscious Jason.
“Of course I was, you bvantisti hrando! I’m going to finish the job, too, him and all your other little mortals!” Spittle flew from Biivan’s mouth as she screeched, “There is nothing you can do! You always follow the rules, like a good little pet! All those stories, all the other High Priestesses being afraid of you. It’s all a ruse! You are nothing, a deceiver! Who are you to judge me? How dare you let this puking mortal attack me? They’ll all die! I’ll make them suffer!”
“I think not,” replied Keeja, unruffled. She pointed at Jason and snapped her fingers. His sleeve fluttered down to the ground, revealing the mark Dolos had placed on him. “You just admitted to using lethal force on a priest of Dolos, personally chosen by his hand, no less.”
“Wait, what?” Biivan’s expression went from cruel to confused to frightened in an instant. “All Priestesses are female, and—”
In a blink, Keeja was simply gone. Wind billowed out in every direction, kicking up dust, dirt, and rocks from where she’d been standing. Her movement was so sudden, so fast, there was no warning before Keeja appeared before Biivan in the sky. Her hand effortlessly immobilized the evil High Priestess by the wrist above her sword hand.
Keeja’s expression was devoid of emotion, cold. Bezzi-ibbi swallowed. Keeja the Ravager, he remembered her ancient title. The Jaguar Clan boy had secretly wondered how Keeja had such a dangerous reputation after observing her lazy, silly behavior the last few months, but the name didn’t seem so farfetched after witnessing her new bearing.
Biivan struggled, trying to kick Keeja to get away. The taller High Priestess just smiled, effortlessly blocking each attack with her free hand. When Biivan tried forming an energy blast at point-blank range, Keeja casually punched the other woman in the jaw. The wet crack from Biivan’s jaw snapping followed by the snap from Keeja breaking the wrist she was holding was sickening, and somehow loud enough to reach everyone on the ground.
The dark Areva woman’s glowing, curved blade fell from her nerveless fingers, twisting end over end before hitting the ground near the Battlewagon. Biivan gasped in pain and fear, the sound sharp enough to reach Bezzi-ibbi’s ears. He watched the unfolding spectacle with wide eyes.
Keeja’s voice was cold as she said, “You were not tricked. You were careless. You didn’t scan. You made assumptions. I am truly not sorry for you. You are vermin with a power complex. If I were to claim I didn’t get any satisfaction from doing my duty in this situation, I would be lying.”
“No, wait, I didn’t mean to say that—”
Keeja held Biivan steady, her iron grip on the other woman’s broken arm preventing her from escaping. With a detached calm, Keeja brought her other hand up, pointer finger extended.
“No, please, you have—” Biivan’s last words remained forever unfinished as Keeja’s finger erupted in an eye-searing viridian energy beam. Bezzi-ibbi had to look away.
When he glanced up again, the afterimage of the attack was still burned into his vision, but Biivan had been reduced to a headless corpse. Keeja dropped the body, letting it fall to the earth near the discarded sword.
Keeja shook her head and became her normal self again. The change was immediate. She called down, “Don’t touch that body. It might still be dangerous, and I want to see if I can crack her n-space storage.” Bezzi-ibbi found Keeja’s sudden change in personality slightly disturbing. Henna-ibbi had always said, “Beware a hunter whose garb changes too often.”
Which personality was the real Keeja?
The High Priestess’s clothing billowed in the wind as she hovered in the air, putting her hand to her chin in thought. After a moment, she looked up at the sky and shouted, “I give this kill to Jason James Booth! He was instrumental in the death of Biivan, a High Priestess of Dolos!”
Bezzi-ibbi cocked his head after the announcement, alert for any new developments. However, nothing obvious happened. He shrugged and moved over to the rest of his group, most of whom almost seemed to almost be coming out of a trance with the battle in the sky being resolved.
The Jaguar Clan heir had always been told he was a brave boy, but Keeja was terrifying. He’d prefer to be standing with his friends when the demigoddess floated back down to them.
* * *
After the battle was over, Vitaliya suppressed her raging emotions out of necessity. Only a couple more undead creatures were discovered wandering around. They’d seemed to have no more direction, and were immediately put down. The Death Witch had fled. One other attacker, the big, armored woman that Mareen had fought against, was missing too.
Vitaliya was irritated. Leaving enemies behind was unfortunate, especially enemies who had taken her Aodh from her. Her cousin was delicate and special…She ruthlessly suppressed her thoughts. She couldn’t cry. There would be time to figure out how she was going to find little Aodh once the group got moving again. Aodh being sent away, being lost, was the only possibility she was willing to entertain.
He couldn’t be dead.
She couldn’t bear thinking about what that horrible woman had said before. Vitaliya rejected it. She was glad the bitch was dead.
Mareen was the most shaken and the least emotionally stable of the group. She’d still somehow managed to pull herself together to stabilize Yanno-ibbi’s injuries and heal a few other wounds the group had sustained, but after that, she’d climbed into the back of the Battlewagon by herself.
Everyone left her alone to her grief.
The mood among the group was grim. They’d all survived, but Henry and Aodh were missing, and everyone had been bloodied and bruised. They could all very easily have died.
Eventually, everything that could be salvaged had been. Only three magicycles still worked, and one was sluggish now.
The group stood in a loose semicircle around Keeja. Jason was lying on the ground, still unconscious, Uluula cradling his head in her lap. When Vitaliya had first met the white-haired Areva women, she hadn’t liked her much. Now she had to concede that Uluula was a fierce warrior and had a backbone made of bronze. She’d earned her respect.
“Why won’t Jason wake up?” Uluula asked.
“Because he’s dying,” Keeja replied offhandedly, rummaging around in a sack she’d placed on the ground.
“What?” Uluula still sounded calm, but only just. Her voice rose slightly in volume, her eyes narrowed dangerously. “You said he’d be fine.”
“I lied. He’s dying. But luckily, we can fix him.”
Uluula gritted her teeth and restrained herself with obvious effort, all while holding Jason’s head protectively. “Please do what you can, if you can find the time, of course.”
Keeja ignored the sarcasm. “I can definitely find time to help Jason after he displayed so much potential. He also allowed me to kill someone I have deeply despised for several hundred years.” She looked up at the sky, muttering, “That was so, so incredibly satisfying.”
Keeja suddenly turned, holding a hand out to Jason, and her vision grew unfocused for a moment. Before Uluula could even say anything, Keeja grumbled, “Yes, I’m fairly sure I’m right…”
From the sack she’d been searching, she produced a box. At first glance, it looked like the boxes that appeared afte
r an orb-Bonded person was killed, the boxes that held an orb or a spirit stone. However, this one was several times larger. It had Jason’s name on the lid. “I found this by Biivan’s corpse,” Keeja said offhandedly. “It’s Jason’s reward for killing Biivan.”
“But you killed Biivan,” Vitaliya stated, confused.
“Yes, we all saw it,” said Gonzo. Thirsty just nodded. He’d been quiet, withdrawn ever since the battle ended.
“No, I had enough reason to give the win to Jason, and even though killing a High Priestess was not part of Dolos’s game, Jason has been rewarded.” Keeja opened the lid to the box and Vitaliya gasped. She couldn’t even count how many spirit stones were in it at first glance. Keeja handed a spirit stone to Uluula. “Get him to swallow that and he should recover.”
Uluula eyed the demigoddess out the corner of her eye, but eventually complied, rubbing Jason’s throat so he’d swallow the spirit stone. As soon as he did, color almost immediately returned to his cheeks and he began breathing easier.
“There. Now we wait,” pronounced Keeja.
“Why don’t we just leave now? I want to quit this place,” announced Vitaliya. The sooner they began to move, the quicker she could begin formulating a plan to look for little Aodh.
“No!” They all turned to see Mareen standing up in the back of the Battlewagon, her face wan. “We can’t leave Henry behind!”
Saw some of the group looked down awkwardly. Vitaliya pressed her lips together tightly when she noticed they pointedly weren’t looking at her, either. Aodh is not dead! I’ll show them, she thought.
Keeja looked Mareen in the eye and said, “Henry is not anywhere nearby. I would sense it if he was.” Mareen seemed to deflate a bit and settled back into the rear of the Battlewagon, ignoring the rest of the conversation.
Gonzo spoke up, patting Vitaliya on the shoulder. “We should wait for Jason to wake up since High Priestess Keeja said he will. None of us are still any good at driving the Battlewagon, anyway.”
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