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B3 Ch62: Hive of Horrors - Part 2
🕑 Added 2023-11-16 06:34:09 +0000 UTCArthur’s Mental Shield - Area of Effect skill snapped up into place.
That was all that kept him, and everyone else, from keeling over.
The sharp drilling pain stopped. Arthur glanced at his mental block anchor card and saw that the bar was rapidly running dry. Perhaps ten percent left.
As he watched, it dipped by another small notch.
If not for that and his skill…
He glanced back up at the white dragon. She sat in the middle of the room on a slightly raised platform surrounded by eggs. She was just as affected by scourge-rot as the other nesting mothers had been–especially her jaw which was so diseased he saw yellow-white flashes of bone.
She hadn’t moved other than to swing her head around and stare intent at Arthur. But he could feel the weight of that gaze pressing against his Mental Block skill. It was as if she held both sides of his head within her claws and was steadily pressing in. If he slipped up for even a moment–
“Arthur, the ceiling,” Brixaby said.
Keeping a firm hold on his skill – having a nearly unlimited source of mana behind him from the Silver helped – he looked away.
His first impression of the space they’d stepped in was that it was vast, with a curved stone ceiling so high up it was lost in shadow. Following Brixaby’s gaze, Arthur realized that it was dark with brown-black scourgeling bodies. Most clung upside down like bats. Alive and wriggling, the entire ceiling seemed to pulsate with them.
Arthur saw flashes of long gangly limbs here and there. Not all were in the bat-like shape. Some had evolved.
It seemed the mother dragons weren’t the only ones busy laying eggs… or however scourgelings bred. He had no idea.
What had he led his retinue into?
“At last…” The Mind Singer’s voice penetrated straight into his thoughts despite the shield.
And so have I, he reminded himself.
With a snarl, Brixaby moved forward. “Reveal yourself, worm!”
“I am no worm, I am your host and I have provided quite the welcome.” Her lyrical cadence still managed to drip with sarcasm. “My children, kill them all. Harvest their cards and bring them to me.”
The ceiling above seemed to pulse. Countless spells, effects, and card techniques rained down.
Arthur had no hope of counting them all. They represented all elements, almost every material from steel bolts to lighting, boulders of earth, nightmarish illusions he couldn’t look away from until they were briefly obscured by a sheet of toxic-yellow snowflakes. There were summoned creatures of all shapes and sizes, including a fiery horned dog that was rapidly consumed by rain…
The Mind Singer had been taking the cards from the farmed hatchlings and passing them to her children.
The only reason why Arthur and his retinue were not evaporated from the hundreds of card effects was that all had been released at the same time. Most interfere with each other.
Untrained dragon formations had the same problem, and was why the back half of training in a class was meant to address it. Arthur never got that far in his official training.
He saw the result now.
Forks of lightning went awry, not shooting down but striking metal spikes, which were blasted sharply to the side or else turned into shrapnel which struck earthen boulders. THose boulders crumpled into dust which soaked up much of the acid rain… when that rain wasn’t eating into the summons, which went wild with rage.
That was their only grace. It bought them the extra second they needed for Cressida to snap her mana shield up. With the mana silver aiding her, the shield was thicker than it had ever been before.
It wasn’t large enough to cover Arthur and Brixaby. They’d taken that extra second to leap to the side. Brixaby plopped down on his hind end, his eyes half-shut in concentration.
Then he opened his mouth and roared out his stunning shout for all that he was worth – the one ability they’d kept back for this fight, lest it tip the Mind Singer off.
His stunning shout, too, was aided by the extra influx of mana.
Arthur, who sat just behind the cone of destruction, felt nearly deafened by it.
Spell effects, and debris that had been on the verge of raining down on them were blasted away. Most of it crashed into other debris and effects, to ruinous results.
The results would have been deafening all by itself but compared to the force of Brixaby’s shout it happened in silence.
Then the shout reached the scourgelings.
Swathes of the ceiling seemed to peel away and fall down – but it was only the densely clustered creatures losing their grip and falling off.
These, too, came to bad ends as their uncontrolled fall brought them into contact with card effects that had been lighter than gravity. Or else defensive measures that now worked against them.
Arthur wasn’t sure what some of them hit – some kind of powerful explosive effect – because a soundless ball of flame blossomed from the middle of the ceiling and spread in secondary and tertiary explosions. These possibly took out more scourgelings than Brixaby’s initial shout had.
Still, Brixaby roared again and again. He targeted different dark points along the ceiling, and several clusters that had outright panicked and tried to fly away.
Brixaby was not the only one attacking, either.
After a surprised moment, Cressida had dropped her shield which allowed Laird and Sams to step forward.
Laird sent out a rippling dome of purple-topped candle flames that caught even more of the falling debris. This was not normal fire. Some of the flames ate through spell effects as long as there was a visible form. Meanwhile, Sams seemed to glow under the odd purplish effect that was his and Horatio’s invisible light. Though there was no beam, suddenly everything up above was lit in garish display. Scourgeling teeth and claws glowed as if from an inner source. It made them that much easier to target.
“Laird!” the mana silver yelped. “Don’t burn the bodies! The cards!”
Arthur didn’t understand what he meant until Laird grunted in acknowledgement. His purple flames flickered, glowing briefly brighter, then danger again as he adjusted some quality within them.
The flames still vaporized anything that came falling down… with the exception of organic material. Scourgeling bodies fell straight through.
There was an awkward moment where Cressida snapped her shield up again. A wave of stunned – and now broken – bodies pattered against it like rain.
Arthur and Brixaby were protected thanks to the stunning shout knocking everything aside.
Cressida let the shield down the moment the worst had passed.
Laird and the silver both jumped forward and started grabbing the scourgeling bodies – no, they were harvesting them for the cards. So many cards, free for the taking, represented tremendous wealth.
“Stop!” Arthur demanded. “We’re not done yet! We need to find the Mind Singer.”
“Where is she?” Cressida asked. They had not started harvesting, though even Joy eyed the nearby scourgeling bodies speculatively. Looking around, Cressida repeated, “Where is she? Did we kill her?”
No, it couldn’t be that easy.
Arthur’s gaze turned aside as if he had been compelled. The white dragon still stood in the middle of the room. Debris and scourgeling bodies surrounded her – some had landed on the unhatched eggs. But nothing had touched her directly as if the scourgelings had done everything in their power to avoid her.
Or what was perched on her.
It was hard to tell at first. The white dragon had not been unaffected by the rot and lesions that had sickened the other dragons. Her scales were peppery and her jaw was particularly bad. One white cheek was gone showing teeth underneath.
And there, tucked up against the base of her neck where a rider would sit was a brown-black spot larger than the others.
It was a bat-like scourgeling. The Mind Singer.
Why is she still there? Arthur wondered. She was so still, it looked like she was waiting.
But for what?
Perhaps she was exhausted from controlling all her thralls in the hive. In that case, he had to act now.
“The white dragon!” Arthur yelled.
The his mind block card anchor had a sliver left. They had to end this now.
Brixaby opened his mouth for his stunning shout.
Comments
Zizawah
And so have I, he reminded himself. — not clear what he meant
Eric
His purple flames flickered, glowing briefly brighter, then danger again as he adjusted some quality within them. I believe 'danger' was meant to be 'darker'
Steven Beal
Thanks for the chapter
It's in reference to the evolution. It's saying that just like the scourglings, Arthur has evolved as well.
Samot0423
And so have I, he reminded himself. In reference to what? The statement doesn't really make sense
