Archmage Abomination
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Chapter 20: Aftermath
🕑 Added 2025-11-04 22:23:06 +0000 UTCAuthor Note
Sorry for the delay, had some real life stuff I needed to sort out, we're back!
Arthur made it back to the Jade Phoenix Inn through sheer stubbornness. His legs wanted to stop working. His vision kept blurring at the edges. His Cadence was still screaming warnings about exceeding his threshold. But he put one foot in front of the other, maintained his balance through careful attention to his center of gravity, and kept walking.
Tao stayed close the entire time. The boy was injured himself but somehow managed to position himself where he could catch Arthur if he fell. Professional escort work despite being nine years old and probably suffering from cracked ribs based on how carefully he was breathing.
The streets were chaotic. Civilians emerging from shelters to assess damage. Guards rushing toward the walls with weapons and supplies. A few scattered fires burning where techniques had gone wild during the fighting. The smell of smoke and blood mixed with the normal city odors of cooking food and human habitation.
Arthur registered all of it distantly. His mind was focused on the immediate problem of remaining upright and conscious. Analysis of the broader tactical situation could wait until he was not actively fighting his body's shutdown protocols.
They reached the inn. Innkeeper Xu was standing in the doorway, watching the street with obvious worry. The man's face shifted to relief when he saw Arthur and Tao approaching, then immediately to concern when he registered their condition.
Xu rushed forward, speaking rapidly. Arthur heard the words but could not process them without Resonant Comprehension active. Just sounds. Worried sounds based on tone and body language.
The innkeeper gestured for them to come inside. Arthur managed to nod and let Xu guide him through the door. The common room was packed with people. Other guests, local residents seeking shelter, a few guards who had been stationed here for civilian protection. Everyone turned to look when Arthur entered.
Arthur ignored them. He focused on the stairs. Just needed to reach his room. Could collapse properly once he was behind a locked door.
Xu was still talking. The man grabbed another person, an older woman wearing what looked like simple healer's robes. The woman approached Arthur and began examining him with quick, efficient movements. She touched his wrist, checking his pulse. Looked at his eyes, probably assessing consciousness level. Placed one hand on his chest, and Arthur felt a probe of qi energy trying to assess his internal condition.
The probe encountered his Cadence and recoiled. Arthur's Resonance-based magical structure did not interact well with qi-based diagnostic techniques. The healer frowned, clearly confused by the feedback she was getting.
The woman turned to Tao and began examining him instead. The boy stood still and let her work. She found the injured arm, the cut above his eye, possibly detected the cracked ribs. Her hands glowed with soft green light as she channeled healing qi into Tao's body.
Arthur watched with interest despite his exhaustion. Healing through qi manipulation. Different from Vitae Harmonic techniques but serving the same basic purpose. The principle seemed to be accelerating natural recovery rather than directly reconstructing damaged tissue. Efficient approach for minor to moderate injuries.
Tao's arm began responding. The swelling reduced visibly. The range of motion improved. Not completely healed but significantly better than before. The healer wrapped the arm in cloth bandages, securing it against Tao's chest. Then she applied some kind of salve to the cut above his eye and wrapped that as well.
The healer turned back to Arthur. She spoke directly to him, making gestures toward his body, toward the stairs, toward what was probably her treatment room. Asking permission to examine him properly or suggesting he needed medical attention.
Arthur shook his head. Negative. He appreciated the offer but healing qi would not help his condition. His problem was Dissonance threshold breach and Cadence damage. Different magical system entirely. He needed rest and time, not external energy manipulation.
The healer looked frustrated but did not push. She turned to Innkeeper Xu and said something. Xu nodded and gestured for Arthur to follow him upstairs.
Arthur climbed the stairs slowly. Each step required conscious effort. His body wanted to shut down completely. Only his willpower kept him moving.
They reached his room. Xu opened the door and helped Arthur inside. The innkeeper said something else, probably asking if Arthur needed anything. Arthur just shook his head again and moved toward the bed.
Xu left, closing the door behind him.
Arthur made it to the bed and sat down carefully. Then he lay back, letting his body finally relax. The relief was immediate. His muscles stopped fighting to maintain posture. His breathing deepened. His vision stopped threatening to blur out entirely.
He was over his threshold. That meant mandatory rest. His Cadence would not permit Synchronization until he recovered below the damage point. Probably twenty-four to forty-eight hours before he could work safely again.
Arthur closed his eyes and let unconsciousness take him.
***
The first day was mostly sleep.
Arthur woke periodically. Someone brought food. He ate mechanically, not really tasting it. Someone brought water. He drank. Someone checked on him. He acknowledged their presence with a nod and went back to sleep.
His Cadence slowly processed the accumulated Dissonance. The natural recovery was much slower than normal because he had crossed his threshold. Instead of the usual exponential decay, his body was working through damage at a reduced rate. Ten percent per hour at best.
Arthur tracked his internal state through passive Attunement whenever he was conscious enough. Current Dissonance: 595 points. Still over his reduced threshold of 600, but only just barely. Another few hours would bring him back under the critical line.
590 points. Getting closer.
585 points. Almost there.
580 points. Finally below threshold again. His Cadence stopped screaming constant warnings and shifted to gentle reminders about needing continued rest.
Arthur felt the difference immediately. His body relaxed in ways it had not been able to while over the threshold. His breathing became easier. His mind cleared slightly.
But he still needed to drop his Dissonance significantly before attempting any techniques. The Flush penalty was still active too, making everything fifteen percent more expensive for another several hours. Better to wait.
Arthur drifted back to sleep.
***
The second day brought more awareness.
Arthur woke to morning light filtering through the window shutters. His Dissonance was down to approximately 420 points. Much better. Still elevated but well within his safe operating range.
Someone knocked on the door. Arthur sat up slowly, his body protesting the movement. Everything ached. Muscles, joints, even his bones seemed to hurt. That was normal after threshold breach. The physical strain of pushing past your limits always left residual damage that took time to heal.
"Come in," Arthur said. Then realized his mistake immediately. He had spoken in his native language without thinking. His exhausted brain had forgotten he was supposed to be pretending not to speak the local tongue.
The door opened. Tao entered, carrying a tray with breakfast. The boy's arm was still bandaged but he was moving it more freely now. The healing qi treatment had worked well.
Tao set the tray on the small table near Arthur's bed. Rice porridge, some kind of pickled vegetables, tea. Simple food but substantial.
Arthur nodded his thanks. Tao watched him eat, that same analytical gaze studying Arthur's movements. The boy probably wanted to talk, to ask questions about the fighting techniques he had witnessed. But the language barrier prevented conversation.
Arthur ate slowly. His stomach was not quite ready for heavy food yet. The porridge was good though. Plain but filling. The tea helped clear his head.
Tao gestured toward the window and said something. Arthur did not activate Resonant Comprehension yet. His Dissonance was down enough that he could afford the five points per hour cost, but why waste capacity when basic context clues would work?
The boy was probably explaining something about the town. The aftermath of the raid. Damage assessment. Casualty reports.
Arthur nodded to indicate he understood the general message. Tao seemed satisfied with that and settled into the chair in the corner, apparently planning to stay for a while.
Arthur finished his meal and stood. His legs were steadier now. He walked to the window and opened the shutters.
Rising Stone Town looked different in daylight after the battle. Several buildings had visible damage. Burn marks on walls. Collapsed roofs. One structure near the eastern district was completely destroyed, just rubble and scattered timbers.
Guards were everywhere. Patrols moving through streets. Work crews clearing debris. Formations of soldiers drilling in the plaza. The town was on high alert, preparing for potential follow-up attacks.
Arthur could see civilians going about their business despite the damage. Merchants reopening shops. Farmers bringing produce to market. Children playing in alleys while their parents worked. Life continued. People adapted.
That told Arthur something important about this world. The raid had not been unusual. Destructive, yes. Deadly, certainly. But not unexpected. This was normal for Rising Stone Town. An accepted risk of living on the frontier between human civilization and beastfolk territories.
The resilience was impressive. Also depressing. These people had learned to function in a permanent state of existential threat. Built their entire society around the assumption that violence would come regularly and they just had to be prepared to handle it.
Arthur's world had been peaceful by comparison. Wars happened but they were rare. Most people lived entire lives without experiencing direct combat. The Symphonic Spire's conflicts were intellectual and political, not military.
Here, even children like Tao trained for war. Nine-year-olds fought spirit beasts for money because that was economically necessary for their villages' survival.
Different world. Different priorities.
Arthur turned from the window and returned to the bed. He was tired again despite having just woken up. Threshold breach recovery was exhausting. His body needed extended rest to rebuild the damage.
Tao was still sitting in the corner, watching Arthur with that patient gaze. The boy did not seem bored or impatient. Just observant. Waiting for whatever came next.
Arthur lay back down and closed his eyes. Sleep came quickly.
***
The third day brought return to routine.
Arthur woke feeling significantly better. His Dissonance was down to approximately 180 points. The Flush penalty had finally faded, meaning his technique costs were back to normal. His body still ached but the worst of the threshold breach effects had passed.
He stood and performed basic stretches, working out the stiffness in his muscles. Then he walked to the window and looked out at Rising Stone Town in morning light.
The damage from the raid was already being repaired. Work crews swarmed over collapsed buildings. Carpenters replaced broken timbers. Masons relaid stone walls. The efficiency was remarkable. These people knew how to rebuild quickly because they had done it many times before.
Arthur decided he needed to start moving again. Remaining in his room was safe but unproductive. He needed information about this world, and that meant observation, interaction, learning.
He dressed in his travel robes, secured his storage pouch to his belt, and left his room.
The common room was significantly more crowded than the previous days. Arthur descended the stairs and found an empty table near the wall where he could observe the room. Innkeeper Xu appeared immediately with tea and food. The man said something cheerful, probably welcoming Arthur back to mobile status.
Arthur nodded thanks and activated Resonant Comprehension as the food arrived. Five points of Dissonance cost, bringing him to 185 points. Acceptable expenditure for gathering information.
The conversations around him came into focus immediately.
Two guards were sitting at the table nearest to Arthur. Both wore the uniform of the city garrison, their armor still showing signs of recent repair work. One had his left arm in a sling. The other had bandages visible beneath his collar.
"—still can't believe we held them off," the injured one was saying. "Six hours of continuous fighting. I've been on the wall for six years and never seen a raid that committed before."
His companion nodded. "The chief himself led them. That bear-skull bastard. When I saw him at the back of their formation, I knew we were in for a real fight."
"How many did we lose?"
"Forty-three dead from the garrison. Commander Zhao said most fell in the first hour when they breached in seven places simultaneously. We couldn't cover all the entry points fast enough."
Forty-three guards dead. Arthur absorbed that number while eating his rice porridge. The human cost of the defense he had participated in.
"Could have been worse," the first guard continued. "Seventy-eight wounded but the healers say most will recover. And only three civilian deaths."
"Three? Really? I heard the beastfolk got deep into the residential districts. How did we keep civilian casualties so low?"
"That foreign cultivator. He spent the entire battle protecting the interior streets instead of fighting on the wall. City Lord Yuan tracked his movements. Thirty-two beastfolk warriors disabled or killed in the civilian areas. Multiple Foundation Establishment threats eliminated."
The second guard whistled low. "Thirty-two. What realm is he? Has to be Core Formation at minimum."
"Higher. City Lord thinks he might be Nascent Soul based on some of the techniques witnessed. But the foreigner's energy signature is strange. Doesn't read like normal cultivation."
Arthur continued eating while processing this information. The guards were discussing him openly as though he wasn’t sitting there, they probably assumed he could not understand their language.
Another table held three merchants. Older men, dressed in better quality robes than the guards. One of them was gesturing emphatically while speaking.
"—sixty-eight beastfolk bodies left behind when they withdrew. All the ones who fell inside our walls where we could prevent recovery. The shamans evacuated successfully though. Their chief led the retreat personally before dawn."
"Formal raid protocol then," another merchant said. "They commit until objectives are achieved or casualties become unacceptable, then withdraw with their dead for proper burial rites."
"Except the sixty-eight they couldn't reach. City Lord already has crews processing the bodies. Foundation Establishment beast folk materials are worth significant silver. Some compensation for the damage at least."
The third merchant shook his head. "Damage is extensive. Seventeen buildings completely destroyed. Another forty-three with major structural problems. Rebuilding will cost the city treasury at least two hundred gold taels."
"But we held. That's what matters. They didn't take the city. Didn't breach our inner districts. Thanks to the wall formations and good defensive coordination."
"Thanks to that foreign cultivator more like. If he hadn't been protecting the residential areas, civilian casualties would have been ten times higher. Maybe more."
Arthur's rice porridge was nearly finished. He took his time with the remaining bites, wanting to hear more.
At a corner table, Deputy Administrator Liu was speaking with Tax Assessor Wang. Both were city officials Arthur recognized from his surveillance of the administrative building before the raid.
"—final count has the beastfolk force at approximately three hundred warriors," Liu was saying. "Plus six shamans providing enhancement support. The largest raid we've experienced in five years."
Wang was reviewing what looked like official documents. "The eastern wall held despite seven breach points. Commander Zhao's tactical response was adequate. But we're going to need significant reinforcement of the defensive formations before the next major attack."
"How long until they can strike again?"
"Minimum six weeks for the wolf tribes to recover from these losses. More likely three months before they attempt another raid of this scale. But opportunistic attacks by smaller groups could happen anytime."
Liu leaned back in his chair. "The beastfolk withdrew in good order. This wasn't a desperate assault. This was a test of our defenses. They were measuring our response capabilities."
"Agreed. Which means the next raid will be more targeted. They'll hit whatever weak points they identified during this engagement."
Arthur absorbed this tactical assessment while finishing his tea. The beastfolk were conducting military intelligence gathering. Testing defenses. Preparing for future operations. This was organized warfare between civilized groups, not random monster attacks.
Two more guards entered the common room and joined their companions at the nearby table. The new arrivals carried the exhausted demeanor of soldiers who had just finished a long shift.
"—patrol just came back from the eastern forest perimeter," one was saying. "No sign of beastfolk activity within five miles. They definitely withdrew completely."
"What about their camp sites? Any intelligence on troop movements?"
"Found three temporary encampments. All abandoned. They cleaned them out thoroughly before leaving. Professional withdrawal. The only thing they left behind were ritual markers."
"Ritual markers?"
"Shamanic symbols carved into trees. Warning markers probably. Declaring territorial claims or threatening future attacks. Commander Zhao has scouts documenting them for analysis."
The other guard ordered food from Innkeeper Xu before continuing. "I heard the foreign cultivator killed one of their shamans. Is that true?"
"Unconfirmed. Multiple witnesses saw him engaging a shaman near the eastern residential district. There was some kind of spirit manifestation, then it disappeared. When guards reached the location afterward, they found blood and signs of combat but no body."
"The shaman escaped?"
"Unknown. Could have been evacuated by other beastfolk. Could have died and been recovered. Could have fled independently. No way to verify without better intelligence. And the foreigner cultivator ain’t speaking."
Arthur kept his expression neutral while listening. The shaman was not dead or evacuated. He was currently stored in Arthur's spatial pouch along with the spirit beast corpses. But apparently no one had witnessed the actual capture. Good. That specimen was private research material and Arthur preferred keeping it that way.
More conversations continued around the common room. Arthur listened to all of them simultaneously, building a comprehensive picture of the raid's aftermath.
The city had suffered significant damage but remained functional. Civilian casualties were remarkably low thanks to effective shelter protocols and Arthur's intervention. Military casualties were substantial but not crippling. The beastfolk had withdrawn in good order, suggesting this was part of a longer campaign rather than a final assault.
Rising Stone Town would recover. Would rebuild. Would prepare for the next attack because everyone knew another attack was inevitable. This was just how life worked on the frontier.
Arthur finished his meal and stood. His Dissonance was at 185 points, manageable levels. The information gathering had been productive. He now understood the tactical situation much better than he had from isolated room recovery.
He needed to continue learning about this world. The cultivation system. The political structures. The ongoing conflicts between species. All of it was data that might eventually help him find a way home.
But first, more recovery. His Cadence still needed rest despite feeling better. Another few days of reduced activity would bring him back to full operational capacity.
Arthur returned to his room and spent the rest of the day in meditation, letting his Dissonance tick downward slowly while his body continued healing from the threshold breach.
***
The fourth day brought unexpected developments.
Arthur woke to find Tao waiting outside his door again. The boy was holding something wrapped in cloth. When Arthur gestured permission to enter, Tao came in and carefully unwrapped his burden.
A book. Different from the ones Arthur had seen in the market. This was older, handwritten, the pages filled with careful script. Tao opened it and pointed at the contents, then at Arthur, then at himself. Trying to communicate something.
Arthur activated Resonant Comprehension to save time guessing. Tao was saying something while pointing at diagrams in the book.
"—my teacher's notes about energy circulation. I thought maybe your techniques work similar? The patterns you use, the way you shape power, it reminds me of these diagrams. Can you read this? Do you understand what Old Man Gao was teaching?"
Arthur looked at the diagrams carefully. They showed human bodies with lines drawn through them. Meridian maps. The pathways through which qi circulated in the cultivation system. Nodes were marked at specific points. Acupoints probably. The text beside each diagram explained circulation methods for different techniques.
Fascinating. This was practical documentation of the qi cultivation system's internal structure. Arthur could learn more from this book than from weeks of external observation.
But accepting it meant obligating himself to the boy somehow. Tao was trying to share knowledge. In exchange, he probably expected Arthur to share his own techniques. That was how teacher-student relationships worked in most cultures.
Arthur was not ready to start teaching. Did not even know if his Resonance techniques could be learned by someone trained in qi cultivation. The two systems might be fundamentally incompatible at the physiological level.
Still, the information was valuable. Worth the risk of creating expectations he might not be able to fulfill.
Arthur accepted the book carefully. He set it on the table and gestured thanks. Tao's face lit up with obvious pleasure at the acceptance.
The boy launched into enthusiastic explanation, pointing at different sections of the book, clearly trying to convey which parts he thought were most important. Arthur listened and nodded at appropriate moments, learning more about qi cultivation theory than he had from any other source since arriving in this world.
Tao eventually left, promising to return later. Arthur spent the rest of the morning studying the cultivation manual. The diagrams were excellent. The explanations were clear. By midday, Arthur had confirmed his understanding of how qi practitioners structured their internal energy.
It was like he predicted. A closed-loop energy refined through breathing and meditation, stored in the dantian, circulated through meridian pathways, and discharged through techniques. The practitioner's body itself became the magical apparatus. No need for external Harmonic attunement. Everything was self-contained.
That explained why his Void techniques had been so effective against the enhanced spirit beasts. Their power came from ambient energy sources. When Arthur cut off that external flow with Negation Fields, the beasts lost their enhancement immediately. But qi cultivators would be largely unaffected by the same technique because their power was internal, already refined and stored in their bodies.
Different weaknesses. Different strengths. A properly designed combat strategy would need to account for both approaches.
Arthur continued studying until evening. His Dissonance dropped to 98 points during the meditation sessions between reading. Almost fully recovered. Another day or two and he would be back to optimal operating capacity.
***
The fifth day brought normalcy.
Arthur woke, ate breakfast, walked through the city observing daily life. The routine was becoming comfortable. Familiar. He found himself learning the vendors' names through overheard conversations. Recognizing regular guard patrols. Understanding the rhythms of Rising Stone Town's existence.
This was dangerous. Comfort bred complacency. Arthur could not afford to settle here. Could not let himself become attached to this place or these people. He needed to keep moving, learning, searching for information about how to return home.
But he also needed to be realistic. His Cadence was damaged. His threshold was reduced. Traveling alone through hostile wilderness while below full capacity would be stupid. Better to wait until he had recovered completely. Another week, maybe two. Then he could move on.
The day passed uneventfully. Arthur returned to the inn as sunset approached.
He climbed the stairs to his room, opened the door, stepped inside, and closed it behind him.
Then he sensed the presence.
Someone was here. In his room. Waiting.
Arthur's hand dropped to his storage pouch automatically. His Attunement extended outward, searching for the intruder's location.
There. Sitting in the chair by the window. A young man, perhaps mid-twenties in appearance. Dark hair worn long and tied back. Simple traveling robes, nothing ornate. His posture was relaxed, almost casual.
But it was not his appearance that made Arthur's heart rate spike. It was the aura.
The energy signature radiating from this person was enormous. Not just strong. Not even overwhelmingly powerful like Yuan Feng's Core Formation cultivation had been.
This was something beyond that entirely. The density of the internal energy. The refinement. The sheer volume of power contained within a human-sized form. Arthur's Attunement struggled to fully comprehend the scale.
This person was what this world called Nascent Soul realm. Had to be. Nothing else made sense.
The young man's eyes opened. He had been meditating apparently. Now he looked directly at Arthur with an expression of mild curiosity.
"Hmm," the young man murmured. "You're not a Nascent Soul cultivator like the reports suggested."
Comments
Caleb Reusser
1) Why is the threshold both 600 and 580? 2) Why was speaking in his native language a mistake? It was a response to a knock on the door.
