Archmage Abomination
patreon
Chapter 19: Archmage VS Ancestor Shaman
🕑 Added 2025-10-21 14:11:23 +0000 UTCAs the massive face opened its mouth for what looked like some overpowered life-ending technique, Arthur reached for Prismatic Harmonic. Standard Synchronization. His Cadence aligned with the perception-and-illusion frequency. But Arthur was not using Prismatic to create false images or alter appearance. He was using it for its secondary property. The ability to perceive underlying patterns. To see connections that existed beneath surface reality.
His vision shifted. The world took on layers. Physical matter became translucent. Energy patterns became visible as geometric structures. And there, running from the shaman's body up to the massive ancestor face, Arthur could see it clearly.
A thread.
Woven from external energy and the shaman's own life-force. It pulsed with power, carrying the flow that sustained the spirit's manifestation. The thread was thick at the shaman's end, where it connected to the blood ritual. It grew thinner as it extended upward, spreading into multiple smaller threads that fed into different points across the spirit's form.
The connection was visible. Which meant it could be targeted.
Dissonance: 570 points. Standard Prismatic cost forty points with the penalty. Thirty points remaining.
Arthur released Prismatic Synchronization and reached for Void instead. Not Deep Synchronization. He could not afford that. Shallow would have to work.
Void Harmonic was always dangerous. The anti-frequency that dampened other Harmonics. But Arthur had years of experience using it safely. He knew exactly how much Synchronization he needed for a precise cutting technique.
The connection formed. Arthur's Cadence aligned with absence and negation. He shaped the Void energy into a blade. Not physical. Not something that existed in normal space. This blade existed in the spaces between reality. The gaps where Harmonics did not reach.
Arthur directed the Void blade at the thread connecting shaman to ancestor spirit. The blade passed through physical matter without resistance. Touched the energy thread. And cut.
The severance was instant. The thread parted. The flow of external power stopped immediately. The ancestor spirit's face froze mid-roar. The hollow eyes widened in what might have been surprise or rage or both.
Then the manifestation began collapsing. The face lost definition, features blurring into formless smoke. The massive size decreased rapidly as the spirit lost its anchor to physical reality. Within a second, the ancestor had dissipated entirely, leaving only fading wisps of translucent energy that scattered on the night breeze.
Dissonance: 590 points. Shallow Void cost twenty points with penalty. Ten points remaining in Arthur's capacity.
The shaman was on their knees, staring at the space where the ancestor spirit had been with an expression of total shock. The figure's mouth moved. Words in that incomprehensible language Arthur could not translate because he had deactivated Resonant Comprehension to save Dissonance.
Arthur did not particularly care what the shaman was saying. Probably confusion about how the technique had failed. Possibly anger at the ancestor spirit for abandoning them. Maybe just incoherent fear.
The shaman tried to stand. Tried to run again. The figure made it perhaps two steps before Arthur caught up.
Surface Synchronization with Bedrock. Six points. The ground beneath the shaman's feet became soft. Not liquid exactly. Just loose enough that the figure's foot sank several inches and trapped their leg mid-stride.
Dissonance: 596 points.
The shaman fell forward and tried to pull free but could not. He was too exhausted from the blood ritual and too injured from earlier attacks to break a simple stone binding.
Arthur stood over the fallen shaman. The figure looked up at him. Started speaking rapidly. Hands raised in what was probably a gesture of surrender or plea for mercy.
Arthur watched the shaman's mouth move. Heard the sounds but they were just noise. Meaningless syllables. He had four points of Dissonance capacity remaining. Not enough to activate Resonant Comprehension safely. Even if he wanted to understand what this practitioner was saying, he could not afford the technique cost.
And honestly, Arthur did not want to understand. This shaman had attacked a child. Had tried to kill Tao with that wind vortex. The boy was now unconscious and bleeding because this practitioner decided a nine-year-old was an acceptable target.
Arthur did not need to hear explanations or excuses or begging.
He reached down. Grabbed the shaman by the front of their fur clothing. Lifted the figure easily. Bedrock Harmonic was still at Surface Synchronization. Arthur used it to harden his other fist. Then he punched the shaman in the face.
Not as hard as he could. Just hard enough. The figure's head snapped back, eyes rolled up, and body went limp.
Unconscious. Alive but out of the fight. Arthur released his grip and let the shaman fall.
Then Arthur drew his foot back and kicked the unconscious figure in the ribs. Not hard enough to kill or cause permanent damage. Just hard enough to make a point. This was for Tao. For hurting a child who had been helping defend civilians.
Dissonance: 596 points. The punch and kick had not required additional Synchronization. Arthur had maintained Surface Bedrock throughout.
He released the Harmonic connection. Closed his Cadence to active Attunement. Let his awareness return to normal perception.
Arthur turned toward where Tao had fallen. The boy was twenty feet away, crumpled against the wall. Not moving. Arthur needed to check on him. Needed to see how badly injured but first he needed to do something about this unconscious shaman.
A shamanic practitioner. Someone who used external energy in ways that shouldn't be possible according to Resonance theory. Someone who could summon ancestor spirits and channel ritual magic through blood sacrifice.
Arthur's mind was already cataloging questions. How did the blood ritual work? What was the theoretical framework that allowed spirit manifestation? How did shamanic practice interact with Harmonics? Were there principles Arthur could extract and apply to his own understanding of magical systems?
Back in this world, the Resonance Council had always dismissed shamanic traditions as primitive superstition. Unscientific. Not worthy of serious study. And they were probably right from what Arthur had seen the few times he visited the rural areas near the Spite.
But this was not the case in this new world, Arthur had just watched this practitioner manifest a massive spirit construct through external energy manipulation. That wasn't superstition. That was a functional magical system operating on different principles than Resonance.
And Arthur wanted to understand it.
He pulled the small leather storage pouch from his belt. The device hung heavy with the three spirit beast corpses he'd stored earlier.
Arthur positioned the unconscious form of the shaman carefully, then placed one hand on the storage pouch's opening.
The activation required Surface Synchronization with Void, maintained for just long enough to complete the transfer. A little over five points of Dissonance with his current penalties. That would put him at 601 points.
Over his threshold.
Arthur hesitated. His Cadence was already screaming warnings. Every fiber of his being recognized how close he was to the edge. Crossing the threshold meant consequences. Potential permanent damage if he pushed further. At minimum, it meant his body would force a shutdown to prevent him from destroying himself completely.
But the alternative was leaving the shaman here. And Arthur couldn't afford to lose this opportunity. A living, intact shamanic practitioner. Someone he could study. Someone who could provide answers to questions the Resonance Council never had the opportunity to ask.
Worth it.
Arthur activated the storage device and the spatial gateway opened.
The shaman's body lifted and compressed, pulled through the opening by the anchor's attraction. The figure disappeared into the pouch in a single smooth motion. Gone. Preserved. Waiting.
Dissonance: 601 points.
The threshold broke.
Arthur's legs stopped supporting his weight properly. The world tilted sideways. His knee buckled and he caught himself against the wall with one hand, breathing hard.
His Cadence was screaming warnings. Not suggestions anymore. Not gentle alerts about approaching limits. This was his body's emergency shutdown protocol activating. Every cell recognized this state. Threshold exceeded. Immediate rest required. Any further synchronization would cause permanent damage. Possibly death if he pushed too far.
Arthur's hand slipped on the wall. He went down to one knee, catching himself with both palms against the ground. His vision blurred. Colors washed out to grays and pale shadows. His hearing muffed, as if his head was underwater.
This was what crossing your threshold felt like. This was the body's way of forcing you to stop before you destroyed yourself completely.
The storage pouch hung from his belt, heavier now with its fourth occupant. Worth it. Even through the disorientation and exhaustion, Arthur knew it was worth it.
He knelt there, breathing hard, trying to center himself. Trying to manage the overwhelming sensation of his Cadence being pushed past its absolute limit.
He felt a hand tap his shoulder.
Arthur looked up, his blurry vision resolving slowly. Tao stood there. The boy was injured. His left arm hung limp. Blood ran from a cut above his eye. His robes were torn and dirty. But he was standing. He was alive.
The boy extended his right hand toward Arthur - an offer to help get up.
Arthur stared at the hand for a moment. Then he reached up and took it. Tao braced himself, and together they managed to get Arthur back to his feet. The boy was stronger than he looked. Or maybe just stubborn enough to ignore his own injuries to help someone who had helped him.
Tao stepped back once Arthur was standing. The boy's face was serious. Focused. He raised his good hand and made a series of gestures. Pointing at Arthur. Then at himself. Then clasping his hands together. Then bowing slightly.
The boy's mouth moved. Arthur could hear sounds, could tell Tao was speaking words. But the Resonant Comprehension technique was still not active. And even if he'd wanted to reactivate it now, he couldn't. He was already at his threshold. Any further synchronization would push him over the edge.
So, Arthur had no idea what Tao was saying. The words were just sounds. Syllables in a language Arthur's damaged Cadence could no longer translate.
But he understood the meaning anyway.
The gestures were clear enough. The boy's body language. The way Tao kept pointing between them. The slight bow.
Thank you. That's what the boy was trying to communicate. Thank you for protecting me. Thank you for caring enough to fight for me. Thank you for not letting that shaman kill me.
Arthur looked at Tao's face. The boy's expression was complex. Gratitude, yes. But also something else. Confusion, maybe. Or wonder. This child lived in a world where violence was normal. Where nine-year-olds fought spirit beasts for money because their villages couldn't support them otherwise. Where powerful cultivators walked past without noticing or caring about those beneath them.
Arthur had broken that pattern. Had intervened. Had escalated to serious combat to protect someone who was, by all practical measures, a stranger. Someone Arthur had no obligation to defend.
The boy probably didn't understand why. In a world of scarce resources and constant threats, altruism toward non-family was rare. Expensive. Potentially fatal if you exhausted yourself helping others instead of preserving strength for your own survival.
But Tao was grateful anyway. That was clear in every line of his posture. In the way he stood there despite his injuries, making sure Arthur understood the message even without shared language.
Arthur managed a small smile. It took effort. Everything took effort right now. His entire body felt like it was made of lead. But he smiled anyway.
Because he understood something the boy probably didn't. Tao had never had anyone protect him like this. Never had someone escalate to genuine violence on his behalf. The boy had been taking care of himself since age five or six. Fighting. Surviving. Earning money for a village that cared about him but couldn't afford to prioritize his safety over practical necessity.
For once, someone had prioritized Tao. Had put the child's survival ahead of their own comfort. Had pushed to their absolute limit to ensure the boy didn't die.
That mattered. Even if Tao couldn't fully articulate why. Even if Arthur couldn't explain it in words the boy would understand.
It mattered.
Arthur nodded once to Tao. Acknowledgment. Then he gestured vaguely toward the direction of the inn. They should go. Should get away from this area before more beastfolk warriors appeared. Should find safety and medical attention.
Tao seemed to understand. The boy moved to Arthur's side, positioning himself close enough to help if Arthur stumbled again. Not touching. Just ready. Professional spacing even while injured.
They began walking together through the streets of Rising Stone Town. Behind them, the sounds of battle continued on the eastern wall. Ahead, the inn waited with its promise of beds and rest.
Arthur's vision blurred again. He blinked hard, forcing it to clear. Just a little further. He could make it. He had to make it.
His Dissonance threshold was preventing any further synchronization. His Cadence was damaged and exhausted. His body was running on pure willpower at this point.
But he was alive. And more importantly, Tao was alive.
That was enough.
For now, that was enough.
