Chapter 259


    With each martial victory, Kohar was ready to remind her opponents that <em>they</em> were the ones who chose to escte things to the level of a war. It was even ny percent true. Thest ten percent was the fact that a war was going to happen anyway, it was just going to have fewer deaths.


    Unfortunately, just like in a physical war, the courtroom had wins and losses. Real battles relied on power and strategy, and it was the same in the courtroom. While Kohar was pretty confident in always having the moral high ground, that didnt always help in court. She also had the legal high ground as well, but unfortunately the enemy had reinforcements in the manner of a myriad of people willing to lie for them and some judges still in their pockets.


    It was no good for their position if judges actually presiding over their cases died or disappeared. That was why theyd done their best to narrow the pool before things actually started, but some were quite happy to y both sides and either ultimately favored the vers or was paid more by them. If there were a reasonable oversight on the judges their obvious corruption would be their downfall, but that was something else Kohar had to fight for.


    But here she was, facing down something of a final battle. The other cases shed been working on in and around Sarton hade to an end. Others elsewhere in the country were ongoing, but she wasnt directly responsible for those. Now she was back in Veron, close to the border between Ofrurg and Graotan. The Iron Ring vers were strongly based there, and some careful sneaking about, courtesy of Velvet and some others, had gotten Kohar some top quality dirt.


    Several of their highest ranking members, cultivators who retired into those positions to live in luxury, were currently in possession of people enved illegally. Not thepany, but the individual leaders. Either they thought they wouldnt get caught, highly valued the particr ves, or actually forgot about those particr crimes. Kohar didnt care which was true, because she now had a firm grip on their tender parts. She just had to not screw up.


    Kohar locked eyes with one of them. An older woman, wrinkled and with a stern face. An angry, murderous one. She was d she was safe in the courtroom, and had bodyguards beyond. Milushka Struna. She was an Essence Collection cultivator, though shed stagnated long before and had been living a fairly luxurious life by relying on the business of the Iron Ring vers to support her.


    Currently Izabel was making a desperate attempt to do <em>something</em>. With the way things had been going, Izabel wasnt exactly popr. However, she was also the best match for Kohar. The fact that she had <em>some</em> sess with the weight of facts against her at every moment showed how good she was. Kohar might have even respected her if she hadnt devoted her life to working for the wrong people. There were limits to what people should do.


    ... even if we were to ept this testimony, which I still contend is inadmissible, there are other matters to consider. Izabel was harping on the fact that the testimony of a ve wasnt allowed in court- a poorly worded that Kohar was going to tear apartter, hopefully permanently. The time in question here is very important. Over two decades in some cases. That means any supposed crimes are <em>well</em> past the statute of limitations.


    It was a valiant attempt. Unfortunately, when starting with a pile of crap it was hard to make it look like anything else. And even if one happened to polish crap to a fine shine, upon knowing what it was people still didnt want it around.


    An interesting conclusion, Kohar said. Ill refute things in order. First, because none of these people <em>are</em> ves, just illegally held, their testimony is of course valid. The time involved only exacerbates the severity of the crimes, it does not diminish it. Even if the initial capture happened decades ago, illegally holding someone captive is still a crime. Kohar had several sections ofw to quote, strongly backing up her point. And of course, the fact that these are still active, ongoing crimes means that the statute of limitations is meaningless. Kohar wasnt going to suggest it, but there was some chance that Izabel would somehow finagle a way that only the portion of time still within the ten or twenty year limit, depending on jurisdiction, would be counted.


    Even so, she had enough to put some of these people away for life. Izabel had already tried the trick that they were ignorant, but with more than a year of ongoing litigation in rted cases before this one even began and nearly <em>five</em> years since it was public knowledge that people were illegally enved, that wouldnt fly. If they had released the ves sometime during that time, it might have. But they stubbornly held on for whatever reason.


    Maybe, as cultivators, the for life time of ten or twenty years, possibly more, wouldnt bother them too much. Especially if they could get it reducedter and get out. Which was why Kohar wasnt gunning for imprisoning them. Instead, she was going to hit them where it hurt. Up to this point, fines and fees could only be assessed on the ving groups and some individuals they threw under the bus with <em>some</em> evidence that they acted independently.


    The resources of their executives were off limits from such things, but Kohar was going to finally get to the juicy piles of cash and other less flexible property. She could already see the wealth adding up, multipliers for intentional and repeated disregard of thews of the country making numbers go to great heights. Unfortunately, that would hardly make up for all the lives they had ruined, and people that had died. And the ongoing pain and suffering they would be causing that was technically still legal.


    Though Kohar would get them to fork over as many ves as she could as payment. Then she would hope they rotted in hell when they died. Which would hopefully be soon, though she had no control over that.


    -----


    A weekter, Kohar was sleeping peacefully. Other people were overseeing most of the actual physical transfer of things, and preventing valuables from being squirreled away where they couldn''t be found. Shed done all the paperwork, and while there would be more it was only a few piles. She was actually getting time to rest. It was nice.


    She felt warm and cozy in her nkets. Actually, a bit too warm. And her nkets were already kicked off. And it was <em>bright</em>. Had she somehow slept in until noon? She sat up and looked out her window, staring into the noonday sun. Except while it was certainly bright enough, it wasnt quite right. There was supposed to be one big ball of fire in the sky, not a wall of fire climbing up the walls of her building.


    Kohar sighed. Well, this was it. Shed pissed off enough people, and theyd found their way to her. Now she was dead. She just hoped what shed done would pave the way for others to finish the job.


    It sure was taking a long time, though. Sure, it was ufortably warm, but with the entire outside of the building on fire shed thought the inside would have caught by now. Maybe some burning beams crashing down on her head or something. She pressed her face up against the window and found the ss was just warm. And she could just make something out beyond the mes.


    It was a bit difficult to pin down the face, with theyer of burns. However, the wrinkles and general unpleasantness indicated it was Milushka. A woman very capable of killing Kohar if she got anywhere close.


    Kohar was still waking up. While she knew many cultivators could spring into action immediately, she was not one of them. It took her a couple minutes to wake up, which wasnt a problem if she didnt have to fight.


    She was still waking up, and she wasnt dead. She also didnt remember Milushka having fire-rted cultivation. And if she did, the burns seemed like they didnt fit. Ah, thats what it was. Kohar hadnt been able to feel the other presence because it wasnt really contained to a <em>direction</em>. It was like looking into a bright light. You couldnt actually see it, until your eyes adjusted.


    This was Sarka. Elder Sarka, of the Glorious me Pce. Kohar didnt know she was in town, but she was certainly d for it. Then she heard her voice.


    Alright, thats enough. You can back off now, and you get to leave with your dignity slightly intact while wetere and take the rest of everything you have for this attack.


    Milushka snorted. You think I dont believe youll take everything I have left anyway? I might as well get a little something done now.


    Kohar caught the old womans eyes looking directly into hers, but it was toote to back up from the window. The old womans <em>very</em> agile arms flicked as she pulled a pair of throwing axes from her belt. They streaked towards the window and Kohar. She felt the sharpness of the des even before they sliced through her. Then she couldnt see.


    Too much fire. But the fact that she couldprehend there was too much fire meant that she was alive. She touched her hand to her shoulder and winced. That was an actual wound, dripping blood. But she hadnt been chopped into pieces. If the axes had reached her, she would have died. But instead what remained of the axesy in the street next to Milushka, who was on fire.


    But only very briefly. Kohar thought she should have been turned to ash, but upon being able to see her figure once more Kohar kind of wished she didnt. It wasnt a pretty sight. And not because she was horribly mangled or something. Kohar had seen plenty of that in her time.


    I can burn whatever I want, you know, Sarka said. Just because thats usually everything doesnt mean I dont have control. You should be happy that you get to walk away with minimal wounds. But you already lost your chance at dignity.


    Dignity could mean several things. In truth, Kohar wasnt sure if an Essence Collection cultivator beingpletely overwhelmed by a Life Transformation expert would lose them their dignity. But something else would. Like having everything except their body burned away.


    Kohar stepped away from the window. The attack had been so close, and she didnt want to look at a naked old woman. Kohar made notes to not piss off Elder Sarka. Not that she ever intended to make <em>anyone</em> that powerful angry at her, but most of them would just kill her instantly and she wouldnt have to regret it.


    There was quiet in the streets for a moment. Even so, Kohar could almost <em>hear</em> Milushka fuming, her energy flickering angrily. What hadnt been burned away, anyway. Then she felt her turn and leave.


    Have fun on your way back! Sarka yelled. Ill send someone to make sure everyone on your route is awake.


    Kohar wasnt sure if that threat was real or not, but she didnt really care. She just fell back into bed and hoped the fire would go out soon so she could sleep. Thanks, Elder Sarka, Kohar said vaguely towards the roof. That was something she didnt want to forget. There was no response except perhaps a flicker of amusement from the fire.


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    The war didnt end with anything that could be called a climactic battle. In fact, though deaths had escted for a time, when everything settled down some disturbing facts were pondered by various groups involved. Specifically, a troublingck of Life Transformation cultivators. A few had supported the vers in various ways, but for something that shook Ofrurg to its core very few of them got involved.


    Glorious me Pce had more than just Elder Sarka involved, and there had been others as well, but perhaps that was also the reason. If they couldnt match them, then they would just be throwing away their lives.


    While ultimately that meant the total death count was less than it could have been, it meant that powerful people with grudges were still alive. That might even include those who <em>would</em> be powerful, as there was no telling how many ships had left for other continents, full of cultivators who would just be biding their time.


    But at least for the moment, there was peace. At least as much as could ever be expected with so many different cultivation factions present, but minor squabbles were just everyday life.