Aethernea

by Cloe D Frost

  But there was no further sound or movement.

  Even the Tainted stilled briefly, hesitating whether to go after the two flies or attack the remaining mortals. The arrowheads flying above it this time even managed to crush the right side of its head due to the pause.

  The rims of Laica’s eyes reddened, her lip trembled, and what came out of her mouth was a screech of mixed grief and fury.

  Mana erupted out of her like a volcano, paying no heed to the damage such a flow would cause to the flesh it passed through.

  Laica’s aura became unstable, fiery, chaotic.

  Yet such a state didn’t stop the creation of countless fireballs everywhere it passed.

  Her form became surrounded by glowing blazing orbs, blinding to the eye, like countless little suns.

  The creature’s head turned towards Laica with such vigor its neck almost snapped in half. Its drool slid down its snout like a black waterfall as it gulped loudly.

  That bright fiery aura around the woman looked so irresistibly tasty.

  It smelled of life.

  The life it had lost long ago.

  The soul it had lost long ago.

  The soul that everything living had.

  Everything but the Tainted.

  For they were not really alive.

  Neither dead nor alive, they desperately clung to this cursed existence.

  So they ate, consumed, devoured…

  … the mana they lacked.

  Stealing the lives of others to prolong their own.

  Laica’s previously stationary suns set into motion, speeding towards the Tainted like arrows shot out of a bow.

  The scourge wanted to run straight towards them, towards the beautiful radiant mana calling out to it.

  Yet, when it tried to move, it found its only remaining front leg encased in ice.

  In the distance, near the pit, a shaky form rose from the snow, her black eyes trained on its leg.

  Red blood trickled from the corner of Nelaira’s mouth, but she didn’t bother to wipe it.

  Taking advantage of the moment when the creature’s attention was occupied by Laica, Luki sprang into action, speeding towards Aurel and Nelaira.

  He ignored the harsh wind hitting his face, messing up his curly hair until it resembled a tiwi nest.

  Nelaira used her eyes to signal him to tend to Aurel first. Her injuries were not as serious.

  Then, without waiting for his arrival, she accelerated away, afraid that staying near Aurel and Luki would implicate them if the creature targeted her again.

  When Luki reached Aurel’s body, that was dangerously close to the large pit, he let out a breath of relief. His inspection revealed that Aurel was not dead, only severely injured and very possibly tainted.

  He looked towards the pit behind them. It was pitch-black with no bottom in sight. When he thought about how close Aurel had been to falling in, his uniform turned damp with cold sweat. In Aurel’s current state, his chances of surviving the fall were slim at best.

  Luki gulped and morphed a stretcher out of the snow beneath Aurel intending to slowly move him a safe distance away from the hole without aggravating his injuries.

  Meanwhile, the monster struggled to pull its leg out from the ice cast Nelaira had enveloped it in. During its short pause in movement, Laica’s fireball barrage hit it both on the head and on the sides of its body. She had been aiming for its head, but only a few managed to hit it. And even those few would have missed if it hadn’t been that the monster prioritized dodging the heavy arrowheads instead of her fireballs.

  The heat of the fire melted through the monster’s skull to reveal its rotting brain, while the remaining fireballs burned a large hole through its torso.

  Inherently feeling the threat upon its life, the monster bent and used its teeth to break the ice. As soon as it was released, it reared up on its hind legs, letting out an overwhelming roar, followed by a powerful stomp.

  The dust rose into the air and the entire land shook. Countless long cracks appeared in the ground.

  Nelaira who had been shaky on her feet to begin with, lost her balance and fell forwards.

  She wasn’t the only one that failed to activate their flying boots in time. Her team’s archeologist and scout both fell to the ground. Laica alone managed to remain standing.

  Luki, who had just made a snowy stretcher for Aurel, fell back down to the ground as well, dizzy from the shaking. His hands grabbed onto the snow beneath him, yet strangely, he felt it slipping in between his fingers.

  His body felt as if it was falling, as if the ground beneath him disappeared.

  His head snapped towards the ground only to see the snow rolling towards the endless abyss.

  The tremor had caused the sides of the nearby pit to cave in, widening the hole. It quickly reached and surpassed Luki’s and Aurel’s current positions.

  Luki gaped in shock, his hands grabbing onto Aurel’s snowy stretcher.

  Before he could do anything further the world around him disappeared. He could no longer see his comrades or the battle, besides the darkness, there was only the beautiful clear blue sky.

  Laica stared at the two familiar figures getting swallowed by the darkness and she felt something inside of her snap.

  Her last remaining shred of rationality evaporated into thin air and she charged towards the hole like a wild beast, disregarding everything else.

  The only thing in her eyes was Aurel’s falling body and Luki’s helpless kneeling form, gripping on to him tightly.

  Seeing its target flying away, the Tainted twisted its body to follow. The sudden rotation jolted its insides and putrid black innards started to fall out through the hole in its torso.

  They fell onto the ground with a squish, splashing a large stain of black onto the white snow.

  Nelaira’s heart sank. It would take mere seconds for it to catch up with her best friend!

  * * *

  Coming up in the next episode:

  The creature suddenly felt another bright torch of life in its dark world that was even more enticing than the one it was chasing and instinctively halted.

  Using her flesh to shield, her life to protect what was dearest to her.

  Her arm shakily twitched forwards, trying its utmost to extend towards, to grab onto the two blurry figures.

  “Alright, alright, don’t be grumpy Evin. I promise, after this mission, we’ll ask for time off. We’ll have some family time, the three of us. How about it? We can go visit Arena City together, that’s where you always wanted to go, right?”

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  Episode 149 – Sacrifice

  Previously:

  Kiel and Elaru are waiting for the results of their Muni entrance exams. Meanwhile, Nelaira’s squad finally sees the end of the Valley of Eternal Snow. Unfortunately, a Tainted takes them by surprise and beheads one of their comrades before anyone could react. Due to the extreme speed and power of the Tainted, two more comrades are killed off in succession, after which, the Tainted sets his eyes on Nelaira. Nelaira is unable to escape but Aurel comes to her rescue. Unfortunately, due to an unforeseen circumstance, Aurel ends up getting hit by the creature and rendered unconscious. Laica loses her bearing and intensifies her magic, attracting the creature’s attention onto herself. Luki starts treating Aurel, but the creature’s stomp causes an earthquake and the two of them fall into the nearby pit. Laica rushes towards the pit to help them.

  * * *

  Seeing its target flying away, the Tainted twisted its body to follow. The sudden rotation jolted its insides and putrid black innards started to fall out through the hole in its torso.

  They fell onto the ground with a squish, splashing a large stain of black onto the white snow.

  Nelaira’s heart sank. It would take mere seconds for it to catch up with her best friend!

  * * *

  Episode 149 – Sacrifice

  “I’ll halt its movement.” Nelaira yelled to the comrade with the orange-green crew cut
who was controlling the arrowheads. “Finish it off!”

  And then, just as the Tainted was upon Laica, Nelaira’s aura exploded.

  Her maximum mana channeling speed had always been higher than Laica’s. When Nelaira disregarded her own safety, the aura flare she could produce was significantly brighter than Laica’s.

  The creature suddenly felt another bright torch of life in its dark world. One that was even more enticing than the one it was chasing. Attracted by the waves of mana battering against it, the monster instinctively halted its chase.

  The arrowheads floating above it immediately capitalized on this brief window of opportunity. They slammed into the remains of its brain, turning it into a paste.

  However, the remaining Purgers didn’t even have the time to let out a breath of relief before the previously still corpse started convulsing violently.

  Its limbs flayed around with such speed that only blurry shadows could be seen.

  Its tail was especially vicious as it whipped around, looking as if it would slice through space itself.

  It cut through the air pushing slices of air outwards into countless wind blades.

  Volatile as the wind itself, they whizzed in all directions, shredding anything in its vicinity.

  The wind blades caught Laica by surprise. She was too close to the epicenter of the attack, having no time to exit the attack range.

  Even dodging them was hard enough, leaving little time for evasive maneuvers. She could only shrink her body to minimize the number of attacks she would take and hope that she could shift her body enough to dodge the majority of the blades.

  She was about to bring her arms and legs towards her torso when suddenly her eyes landed on Luki.

  He was raising from the darkness of the hole in front of her with Aurel on his back.

  He had managed to activate his flying boots in time.

  Just in time to be caught in the monster’s dying attack.

  Laica didn’t freeze up.

  Her body didn’t curl up.

  Nor did she put up her arms in defense.

  No.

  She faced Luki and spread her arms out wide.

  Her back ramrod straight, her slim form stood valiantly in front of the two blocking the path of the air blades.

  Using her flesh to shield and her life to protect what was dearest to her.

  Nelaira’s heart stopped and her yell got caught in her throat.

  But time waited for no one.

  And before she could do anything, before her mind could come to terms with the events unfolding in front of her, everything was already over.

  Laica’s uniform split open, shredded into pieces, revealing her skin that was no longer pale white but instead glaringly red.

  Slowly, shakily, she flew towards Luki and Aurel, her flying form wavering, slowly dropping closer and closer to the ground.

  Luki flew towards her, but he, who had his hands full with Aurel, couldn’t even reach out a hand to support her.

  He wasn’t even close enough to crunch and let her fall onto his shoulder.

  It was only a few steps away, but all he could do was stare as she fell forwards.

  The twitching tail of the Tainted let out several more air blades and then stilled.

  A final large air blade hit Laica’s falling form.

  But this blade was too wide for Laica to fully block it.

  She managed to block the middle with her back, but the air forming the tips of the slash whizzed past her body, towards Luki.

  Luki attempted to use his arms to block but since he was using his arms to hold Aurel, he was unable to block in time.

  The two small slices reached him, one cut into the left side of his chest and shoulder, another into his right shin.

  He was pushed backward, away from the edge of the hole, away from Laica.

  A large tear appeared in his uniform, going straight through his breast pocket.

  From the pocket fell out two bloodstained halves of a picture.

  They floated away in the wind.

  One side flew towards the gory mess left of the Tainted.

  Another flew towards Nelaira’s rushing figure.

  She seemed to be yelling something but he couldn’t make out what.

  Black spots appeared in Luki’s vision, his mind buzzing. Unconsciously, he urged his boots to fly forwards, towards the edge.

  He was so close to the edge.

  But, instead of going forwards, he felt himself falling backward.

  Downwards.

  His gaze fell down to his own flying boots.

  Where there was another large gash, almost splitting his right boot in two.

  Laica laid weakly in the snow, her rapidly dimming gaze locked onto the two falling forms in front of her.

  Her arm shakily twitched forwards, trying its utmost to extend towards, to grab onto the two blurry figures.

  Her hand grabbed onto empty air.

  Her eyes could no longer see anything apart from darkness.

  Yet, she refused to close them.

  She hoped that in the next second the darkness would lift.

  That she would be able to see the handsome face of her husband again.

  Or perhaps hear his warm laugh.

  Yes, just like that… The corners of her mouth curled weakly upwards. She could really hear it.

  “Alright, alright, don’t be grumpy Evin. I promise, after this mission, we’ll ask for time off. We’ll have some family time, the three of us. How about it? We can go visit Arena City together, that’s where you always wanted to go, right?”

  A blotch of red spread out in all directions.

  Laica’s hand froze in its tracks, stuck reaching out, yet forever unable to grab onto Aurel.

  Her unfocused gaze stuck staring into empty space, forever unable to see Aurel.

  Stained in red, one half of a picture floated in the air like a feather, looking as carefree as the smiling small pink and teal heads occupying it.

  The small round heads looked like a flock of tiwis cuddling together happily.

  The other half of the picture was unable to fly as long due to the heavy blood soaking it, thus it fell.

  Luki’s wide grin could be seen dropping into the pool of black blood.

  And then, as if it had touched fire, the picture curled up.

  The tendrils of Ink spread turning it completely black.

  A moment later, when the wind caused by Nelaira’s rushing form reached it, it disintegrated into nothing.

  Her best friend lied face first on the ground in a pool of her own blood, countless cuts covering every inch of her back.

  Nelaira’s vision turned blurry with unshed tears but she didn’t stop to wipe them.

  Nor did she turn away her gaze from the ghastly sight.

  As she approached, her mind ran sluggishly, like she trying to run through a bog. She was unable to decide whether she should jump into the hole to save falling Luki and Aurel, or to stop Laica’s bleeding.

  Then she heard a soft thump from the hole.

  It was distant and hollow.

  Like something had hit the bottom.

  Nelaira’s legs gave out and she fell to her knees into the blood-stained snow next to Laica.

  Her hands shook as she tried to stop the bleeding.

  There was so much blood everywhere. She didn’t know where to start.

  Ba-dum… ba-dum… ba-dum

  In the silent world of snow, her long ears picked up Laica’s slowing heartbeat.

  Ba-dum … Ba-dum

  The blood pool spreading in all directions slowed down its spread.

  Ba-dum …

  Slower and slower.

  And then it stopped.

  And then, there was just silence in the blood-stained, frozen world

  Nelaira’s fingers stiffened and she tried hard to remember how to conjure electricity. Did she ever learn the spell pattern for that?

  Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt a
weight on her shoulder.

  She turned her head and noticed her corporal’s hand on her shoulder.

  She looked up only to see him shaking his head. The golden chain tying his monocle to his uniform swung left and right, the bright gleam distracting her sluggish mind.

  “With so many deep cuts it takes mere seconds for one to bleed out.” He elaborated patiently.

  “More the reason why I should act fast!” Nelaira’s voice cracked. Her head jerked back to Laica. “Her bleeding has slowed down; if we can get her heart to start beating again…”

  “The reason why her bleeding has slowed down”, Lorafiel interrupted, “is because there is nothing left to bleed out. Which is also, why her heart stopped in the first place.”

  Nelaira’s body trembled as she sat there paralyzed, her mind blank.

  Two minutes.

  Just two minutes before they were celebrating.

  Two minutes ago all ten of them were perfectly alive and healthy.

  Two minutes and 6 lives, gone, just like that.

  Comrades… friends…

  Her best friend.

  Gone, just like that.

  Nelaira’s shaking hands caressed Laica’s pale face gently, closing her empty eyes.

  Her skin color had always been on the pale, translucent side, but this deathly pallor could no longer be called a “color”.

  She was simply as pale as the snow around them.

  And cold.

  Her skin was so very cold.

  With Thayn blood running through her veins, Laica’s skin had never been cold. Even in the dead of winter, even if she didn’t use any magic to keep herself warm, her skin had never been cold.

  Let alone so cold.

  Nelaira’s eyes stung, her chest painfully constricted.

  She felt something warm sliding down her cheeks and suddenly her body jolted.

  She scrambled to her feet, scurrying towards the pit as if preparing to jump straight in.

  “What are you doing?” A strong arm grabbed her by her and pulled her backward.

  Nelaira stumbled back, slipped and fell onto her behind.

  Her eyes fell onto the paper stuck in the snow next to her. Surrounded by the whiteness it looked as if it absorbed all the color in the world.