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Chapter 884: Breach

    Chapter 884: Breach


    Alex Roth, General of Thamnd looked over three different scenes.


    In one, Merzhin was struggling with the divine ward around Uldar’s throne.


    In another, the Ravener was battling his friends in itsir.


    And in the third, monsters were spreading across Thamnd, bringing chaos and death to the kingdom.


    So, he got to work.


    Channelling the power of the Traveller, the Mark of the General, his streams of consciousness, and all he’d learned since the auspicious day he’d left Alric with his family, he set about making things right.


    Simultaneously, though in three different ces, Alex got to work.


    In Aenflynn’s castle he teleported to Merzhin, examining the divine ward closely. The Saint’s head was bowed in concentration, while Carey poured power into his soul.


    “I’m back,” Alex said.Carey startled. “Where are you? What have you done?”


    “It’s better if I’m invisible for now,” he said.


    “No, not that part,” she shook her head. “Though you did startle me. No, it’s more than that. You…what did—Hannah’s power, I can feel it in you but in a way, it feels different…in her name, what ever have you done, Alex?”


    “Adapted,” he said. “In short, I’m in three different ces right now.”


    Within the Ravener’s cavern, he studied the construct. “And soon, I’ll be in four.”


    “I am not sure I quite understand what you mean,” Carey said. “But…I do feel the energy within you…though, it’s as if you are both here and far away. It’s quite remarkable.”


    “And I’m going to use it to do as much as I can in as many ces as I can.” Alex looked at the divine ward. Merzhin was so deep in prayer; he was oblivious to their conversation.


    The General of Thamnd didn’t want to interrupt him, instead, he continued his conversation with Carey. “Listen, I’m going to focus on the ward. I want to see if I can use Hannah’s power to try and teleport some of Uldar’s energy away. I’m not sure it’ll work, but it’s worth a try. If it does, it <em>could</em> weaken the ward enough for Merzhin to get through it.”


    “It might work, I think,” Carey said. “And I’ll keep empowering Merzhin, and maybe together, we’ll get through.”


    “Yeah, but we’d better hurry.” Alex listened for explosions outside. “Sounds like Baelin’s still got Aenflynn’s attention, but, the bastard’s still dangerous. I’ll focus on trying to teleport away the divine energy as fast as I can.”


    “Are you sure you can give this problem with the ward your full attention?” Carey asked. “We do have a lot to do.”


    “I know.” Alex focused on the divine ward, a stream of consciousness channelling Hannah’s power. “I’ll give it all I can.” Alex said, dispelling Steel Body.


    He needed to have his mana flowing freely for what he was about to do.


    “I can also help us by starving the Ravener.”


    At the same time that he was channelling power, looking to break through the resistance from the divine ward, the General of Thamnd was also floating above a sea of devastation in Thamnd. A single stream of consciousness was guiding him in the material world, engaging with a spell.


    He cast Army of Heroes over Ussex again, joining it with Hannah’s blessing.


    Alex teleported across thend then, searching for settlements and soldiers. Over every group he found, he would cast Army of Heroes.


    Courage returned to the defenders of Thamnd…while at the same time the Ravener was facing new problems within itsir.


    ‘<em>Something is wrong!’</em> the Ravener thought. ‘<em>Very wrong!</em>’


    Channelling its inner energies, it threw magic, monsters, death beams, poisons…everything it had at the mortals battling it.


    And yet…they fought on…refusing to…die!


    The Champion of Thamnd and the strange interloper with her many arms, stalked and attacked it like a pair of starving wolves.


    Both teamed up, their aggressiveness high, not giving it even a heartbeat to gather its thoughts. If it had lungs, it wouldn’t have had a single chance to <em>breathe</em> under their onught.


    The Champion swung Uldar’s sword, cutting through its deadly, protective cage. His every sh grew more precise with each swing. The powerful warrior was learning how Uldar’s construct fought, exploiting any weaknesses, distracting it, doing terrible damage each time its focus left him.


    The culmination of thousands of years ofbat experience had been brought back to its full potential in Hart, by the General of Thamnd.


    The Ravener’s other opponent could never be called a minor threat either.


    The six-armed, four-legged entity was quick, strong, and bristled with divine weapons andmanded an inner destructive energy that would punch <em>deep</em> into the construct each time she struck. It could not ignore the <em>way</em> she fought.


    As the battle yed out, a distinct…rhythm appeared in herbat style; it was like she was drawing it into a cadence of violence and carnage that was her ultimate goal, leaving it increasingly vulnerable to her attacks.


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    She’d been struck many times by the searing death beams, but—even though<strong></strong>open wounds and burns umted on her body—she simplyughed and threw herself at it with greater enthusiasm, speed and violence.


    And yet, as terrible as the two warriors were, they couldn’t hold the Ravener’s full attention.


    Nor could the other mortals; as devastating as they were.


    The Sage and Chosen destroyed Ravener-spawn by the horde, all while he channelled divinity, healing his ally’s wounds and fighting off the worst of the Ravener’s magics.


    Wizards were using magic, supporting their allies, while warriors were cutting through its servants.


    That golem could not be forgotten—its energy was so simr to the Ravener’s own, yet so different—wielding its fists, war-spear and fire beams. Apart from a few scratches on its metal surface, none of the spawn had damaged it.


    But, neither the golem nor the mortals were the true source of its growing distress.


    ‘<em>I can sense the former Fool,’</em> it thought, trying to find him with its senses. ‘<em>That Usurper is here…yet…it feels like he is not here. And I sense him elsewhere too! How can this be? Are they using some foul magic to confound my senses?’</em>


    It desperately wanted to find him—especially if he was here in itsir—but the thrice-damned mortals were not letting up, not giving it a moment to truly concentrate.


    And making things worse…


    ‘<em>Why does it feel like the flow of fear from Thamnd is dropping again?’</em> it thought. ‘<em>Something is truly wrong. The General must be doing something…’</em>


    <em>“Show yourself, apostate of Uldar!”</em> the construct’s voice filled the cavern. “<em>Show yourself!”</em>


    At the edge of the battle—at the same time that Alex was flying across Thamnd, and helping Merzhin in Aenflynn’s castle—the young archwizard was watching the Ravener battle hispanions as it screamed for him to show himself.


    But, he simply remained quiet, studying it, using the Mark of the General to analyse its movements, calcting…looking for the perfect moment, while hiding under the cover of his invisibility spell.


    Slowly, he began to predict how the flying orb moved…how it responded to Hart and Asmaldestre, how it <em>tried</em> to respond to the rest of hispanions…and in his mind, a n formed.


    Teleporting to the tform with the equipment on it—he quietly alerted Bjorgrund that he was there and warned him not to react—then stealthily slid a device off the disk, one they’d made to syphon away the Ravener’s mana, and turned it invisible.


    ‘Alright,’ he thought. ‘Let’s ruin your day.’


    Alex turned his mind to the Ravener, calling on the Mark of the General, focusing it on the task of teleporting <em>into</em> the construct.


    The Mark brought up images of his previous teleportations as well as images of his brief glimpse <em>into</em> the Ravener when he’d touched it before.


    The Traveller’s power welled up.


    ‘I couldn’t teleport inside you before,’ the young archwizard thought. ‘But with ess to Hannah’s full power, let’s see you keep me out now.’


    Memories of Kelda’s sanctum came to him.


    The Fool of Hannah’s time had made it appear in four ces at once; Alex was, at the moment, in <em>three</em> ces at once.


    It was time to be in four.


    Calling on Hannah’s energy, he focused.


    One body. One mind. One soul.


    Three ces.


    Three different positions.


    Multiple streams of consciousness controlling himself in different ces.


    But, he would go beyond that.


    ‘One body,’ he thought. ‘One mind. One soul. Four ces. Think. Adapt to the idea. You <em>must.</em>’


    Hannah’s power churned inside him as he clenched his jaw, steadying himself, his mind and soul shaking from strain. Getting to the point where he could appear in three ces at once had been tough.


    This?


    This was going to be tougher, considering that the fourth ce he needed to be in was inside Uldar’s construct.


    It would be tough, but he knew it was possible.


    Kelda had <em>proven</em> that an object could be in four ces at once.


    The sanctum had been in four…


    Alex’s thoughts fixed on a single truth. ‘When I was in the sanctum…I must have also been in four ces at once because <em>it</em> was in four ces at once. Which means, I’ve experienced something simr before. Come on. Use that experience to guide yourself in how to do it. Focus. Focus. Focus.’


    He bent his other streams of consciousness to the task, even as two of those streams continued to help Merzhin in Aenflynn’s castle, and move across Thamnd, empowering the armies of his kingdom with his magics.


    ‘A mastery of space,’ Alex thought. ‘A mastery of space. Remember: you got through a divine ward that channelled the power of a dead god. You can teleport into the Ravener in the same way. Concentrate…just concentrate…’


    The Mark of the General continued focusing his mind on every experience that had brought him here, and that could get him over the next threshold. Hannah’s power reverberated through him, body and soul, threatening to wrench it apart in some sort of foundational split.


    But he wasn’t splitting himself.


    He was still one body.


    One mind.


    One soul.


    In four ces.


    Hannah’s power surged.


    He opened his eyes as the energy raged within him, granting him more power.


    Alex felt the Ravener’s consciousness shift its attention to him.


    “<em>Where are you?”</em> it said.


    ‘Where <em>aren’t</em> I?’ the General of Thamnd thought, channelling his power, sending a stream of consciousness hurtling through the space between nes.


    Merzhin was bent in dedication in one ce, sweat trickling down his face.


    While in another, he was above the countryside in his burning kingdom, channelling his magic into a Thameish battalion.


    In a third, he saw the Ravener struggling against his allies, shouting for him to show himself.


    But now…there was a fourth ce.


    A fourth set of eyes watching images from dozens of nes and thousands of locations. And ahead? He <em>felt </em>his destination approaching. The energy of the Ravener built around him, the images of the nes fell away.


    Suddenly, up ahead, a towering wall of endless white deadly energy loomed.


    He considered it, his eyes narrowing.


    ‘Looks like a divine ward,’ he thought. ‘A defence inside the Ravener; damn, even in death you’re defending your abomination, Uldar. Well, it’s going to take more than a corpse to stop me.’


    Concentrating on Hannah’s power, Alex warped the space around him…then teleported.


    The wall of white deadly energy was suddenly past him.


    But, the death beams were waiting.


    Scores of hungry streams of energy shot at him from all directions, trying to fry his soul before he could breach the Ravener’s core.


    ‘That’s not going to stop me either,’ the young archwizard thought.


    Again, he channelled Hannah’s power, teleporting between beams, letting them pass by him like he was only mist.


    More white walls sprang up, looking to block his way, but he teleported through them.


    Suddenly, in the Ravener’s cavern, the dark orb stopped in mid-air.


    “<em>What? What is this? This…what are you doing?”</em> it shouted, its t voice sounding frantic.


    “It’s pretty obvious what we’re doing !” Hart growled, carving another deep channel into its ebon surface.


    “<em>Not you!”</em> it howled. “<em>General! Fool! Apostate! Usurper! How are you doing this? It is not possible! Begone! Begone! Begone! You are not to defile the creator’s work! It is not for your inferior eyes!’</em>


    ‘I’ll be the judge of that,’ Alex thought, teleporting through thest of the death beams.


    The archwizard reached out then, feeling a deep darkness rise before him…apanied by a towering hatred.


    But he was not afraid.


    ‘Here Ie,’ he thought.


    Hannah’s power bloomed.


    And he was through.


    One body.


    One mind.


    One soul.


    Four ces.


    One inside Aenflynn’s castle.


    One in Thamnd’s skies.


    One in the Ravener’sir.


    And the final one?


    Alex opened his eyes…confirming that he was the first mortal ever to look upon the world inside the Ravener.


    His eyes widened. “Oh, by the Traveller.”
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