Archmage Abomination
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Chapter 15: Cadence Flush
🕑 Added 2025-10-12 19:47:14 +0000 UTCArthur finally made his decision.
He would not hunt beastfolk warriors through the forest. Would not seek out their shamans for combat. Would not insert himself into a war he did not understand for people he had just met.
But he would not watch civilians die either. Would not stand by while children were killed because he had chosen perfect neutrality over imperfect action.
Defense. Protection. That was the line he could walk without compromising his principles or his safety.
Arthur turned to face Yuan Feng. The City Lord was still coordinating with arriving guards, issuing orders in rapid succession. Arthur waited until the man's attention returned to him, then made a deliberate gesture. He pointed at the city around them. Then at himself. Then made a protective motion with his hands, arms crossed in front of his chest.
Yuan Feng watched the gestures carefully. Understanding dawned in his expression. The City Lord nodded once, slowly, and Arthur detected something in that nod. Respect, maybe. Or relief that Arthur was not simply abandoning the situation entirely.
The City Lord clasped his hands and bowed slightly. Not as deep as before, but a clear gesture of gratitude. Then Yuan Feng turned and shouted more orders to the assembled guards. Arthur heard the translated words through his Resonant Comprehension technique.
"Get all civilians to the shelters immediately! Priority on children and elderly! Anyone who can fight, to the eastern wall! Commander Zhao is already there coordinating the defense!"
The guards scattered to their assignments. Yuan Feng looked at Arthur one more time, seemed about to say something, then remembered the language barrier and instead made a gesture toward the eastern part of the city. An invitation to follow, probably.
Arthur nodded and fell into step behind the City Lord.
His Dissonance was currently sitting at approximately 180 points. Comfortable for his reduced threshold of 600, but not ideal for extended combat. The Resonant Comprehension technique was still active, costing him five points per hour. Negligible normally, but every point mattered when he might need to fight.
Arthur considered his options as they moved through the streets. He had a technique that could help with the Dissonance problem. Temporary relief, not a permanent solution, but it would buy him operational capacity.
Cadence Flush was an advanced application of Vitae Harmonic combined with trace amounts of Void. The technique actively accelerated Dissonance processing through the practitioner's Cadence, forcing rapid breakdown and discharge of accumulated strain. Instead of waiting hours for natural recovery, you could reduce Dissonance significantly in minutes.
The cost was threefold.
First, executing the technique itself required Standard Synchronization with both Vitae and Void simultaneously. A Dual Weave. That meant approximately sixty points of Dissonance just to activate the effect, doubled for the dual synchronization. One hundred twenty points invested upfront.
Second, the accelerated processing was hard on the Cadence. Not dangerous exactly, but uncomfortable. Running the technique felt like forcing yourself to sprint when your body wanted to rest. Doable, but draining. And afterward, your Cadence would be more sensitive to additional strain. Any techniques used after a Flush would cost slightly more Dissonance than normal, roughly fifteen percent extra for several hours.
Third, and most importantly, a Flush did not actually remove Dissonance. It redistributed it. The technique converted accumulated strain into a different form, processed it faster, but the underlying structural fatigue remained. After an hour, the technique would fade and Arthur's Cadence would be more exhausted than if he had allowed natural recovery. He would need extended rest afterward, preferably a full day of meditation with no techniques at all.
That was why he had not used Cadence Flush earlier. Natural recovery was always preferable when time permitted. The technique was an emergency measure, trading long-term health for short-term capability.
But this qualified as an emergency.
Arthur slowed his pace slightly, focusing inward. He opened himself more fully to Attunement, reaching for both Vitae and Void simultaneously. The ambient concentration of Harmonics in this world made the connection easier than it should have been. Both frequencies responded readily to his touch.
Vitae first. The life-and-growth Harmonic pulsed warm through his awareness. Arthur achieved Standard Synchronization in perhaps ten seconds, his Cadence matching the rhythm of organic vitality. His current Dissonance climbed from 180 to 210 points. Cost: thirty points for Standard Sync with a Harmonic he had moderate affinity for.
Then Void. The absence-and-negation frequency was always dangerous. Arthur approached it carefully, aligning his Cadence with the anti-frequency that dampened other Harmonics. Standard Sync came slower here, requiring more focus. Another thirty points of Dissonance. Current total: 240 points.
Now the Weave itself. Arthur held both Synchronizations simultaneously, feeling the doubled cost multiply his accumulation. The two Harmonics were not naturally opposed, which helped, but combining them still created interference. The Dual Weave multiplier: times two. His Dissonance spiked to around 300 points.
Arthur shaped the Cadence Flush technique carefully. Vitae provided the processing engine, accelerating his body's natural ability to break down strain. Void created channels for discharge, giving the processed Dissonance somewhere to go instead of just building up differently. The two Harmonics worked together in a feedback loop, Vitae breaking down accumulated damage while Void carried it away into harmless dissipation.
The effect activated.
Arthur felt his Dissonance begin dropping rapidly. Not eliminated, but converted into something his Cadence could handle more easily. The sensation was strange. Warmth and cold simultaneously, his internal energy patterns shifting and realigning. Uncomfortable but not painful.
290 points. 270. 250. 230. The numbers fell steadily over perhaps ninety seconds. Arthur maintained the technique until his Dissonance reached approximately 50 points, then released both Synchronizations.
The relief was immediate. His Cadence felt clearer, less pressured. He had bought himself 130 points of operating room through the Flush, but more importantly he had reset his accumulation to a much safer baseline.
The cost would come later. Arthur could already feel his Cadence's sensitivity increasing. Any techniques from this point forward would be fifteen percent more expensive until he rested properly. And after this crisis ended, he would need extended recovery time.
Worth it, given the circumstances.
Arthur realized they had reached the eastern wall while he was focused inward. Yuan Feng was already climbing stairs that led to the top of the fortifications. Arthur followed, his body moving automatically while his mind finished processing the Flush technique's effects.
At the top of the wall, the tactical situation became clear.
The eastern approach to Rising Stone Town was a cleared killing field. Perhaps two hundred feet of open ground between the forest tree line and the wall itself. Smart defensive design. No cover for attackers. Guards on the wall had clear lines of sight. Approaching forces would be exposed and vulnerable.
The beastfolk war party was visible now, emerging from the forest in organized groups. Arthur's Attunement tracked hundreds of individual energy signatures. The warriors moved with military precision, forming into units rather than just charging mindlessly forward. This was a coordinated assault, not a raid by wild animals.
Arthur studied the approaching force. The beastfolk themselves were fascinating from a purely observational standpoint. They were humanoid but clearly not human. Wolf-headed warriors composed the majority, moving on two legs but retaining canine features. Muscular builds, covered in fur that ranged from gray to black to brown. They wore armor, actual crafted armor, leather and metal plates that protected vital areas. They carried weapons. Spears, axes, swords. Tools designed for war.
Scattered among the wolf-warriors were other species. Tiger-headed beastfolk, larger and more heavily armored. Bear-headed ones, massive and carrying great hammers. A few others Arthur could not immediately identify. The diversity suggested either a coalition of different tribes or a single tribe with multiple species integrated into it.
And at the rear of the formation, Arthur detected the shamans.
Their energy signatures were completely different from the qi cultivation Arthur had sensed in the human fighters. Where cultivators stored and circulated internal energy through meridian pathways, these shamans seemed to channel external power through themselves. The pattern reminded Arthur of his own Resonance techniques, but the source was not the seven Harmonics he knew. This was something else entirely. Something native to this world that Arthur had not encountered yet.
The shamans wore elaborate costumes. Furs, bones, feathers, masks. Ritualistic clothing that probably served functional purposes. One stood out among them, energy signature significantly stronger than the others. That one wore a massive bear skull as a helmet, antlers attached to it somehow. The figure carried a staff topped with what looked like crystals or stones that glowed with inner light.
Commander Zhao stood at the center of the wall's eastern section, bellowing orders to guards taking positions. The man's energy signature marked him as what the City Lord classed as Core Formation, strong enough to be immediately obvious to Arthur's Attunement. Several other guards showed similar power levels to the Foundation Establishment beast that Arthur had killed, though most were clearly Qi Condensation stage.
Yuan Feng moved to stand beside Commander Zhao. The two men had a rapid conversation that Arthur's Resonant Comprehension translated automatically.
"They're organized," Commander Zhao said grimly. "At least three hundred warriors, maybe more. I count six shamans in the back. The big one with the skull-helmet is their chief. Peak Core Formation realm."
"Can we hold?" Yuan Feng asked.
"With the formations active and the wall advantage, yes. But they'll breach eventually if they commit fully. We'll take heavy casualties."
Yuan Feng glanced at Arthur, then back at the approaching army. "We have help. That foreign cultivator agreed to assist with defense."
Commander Zhao followed Yuan Feng's gaze and studied Arthur briefly. The military commander's expression suggested skepticism, but he was professional enough not to voice it. Instead, he just nodded once and returned his attention to the beastfolk formation.
The war party had stopped at the edge of the cleared ground. The warriors were not charging. They were waiting. Preparing. This was going to be a siege assault, not a wild rush.
One of the shamans stepped forward. Not the chief, but another one wearing what looked like wolf pelts and a mask carved from wood. The figure raised both hands and began chanting. Arthur could not hear the words clearly from this distance, but he felt the effect immediately.
The ambient energy in the area shifted. Arthur's Attunement detected massive flows of that external power the shamans controlled, being drawn from somewhere and channeled through the chanting figure. Not Harmonics. Something else. The energy pattern reminded Arthur of how spirits might be called or invoked in theoretical frameworks he had read about, but the specifics were completely different from anything in his academic training.
The chanting shaman's voice rose, becoming audible even at this distance. Not words in any language Arthur's basic technique could translate. This was ritual speech, formalized sounds that carried meaning through structure and rhythm rather than semantics.
Wind began to rise.
Not natural wind. Arthur could feel the difference immediately. This was directed, controlled, summoned through whatever shamanic technique the beastfolk practitioner was using. The wind gathered strength rapidly, swirling around the war party in visible currents.
"Storm blessing," Commander Zhao muttered. "They're enhancing their warriors before the charge."
The wind touched the beastfolk fighters, and Arthur watched their energy signatures flare brighter. Not dramatically stronger, but noticeably enhanced. The warriors' muscles seemed to swell slightly. Their movements became faster, more fluid. The shamanic wind was providing a combat buff, increasing physical capabilities across the entire formation.
Another shaman stepped forward, this one wearing furs that looked reptilian rather than mammalian. This figure began a different chant, and Arthur felt earth-aspected energy gathering. The ground beneath the beastfolk formation shifted, becoming harder, more stable. The warriors planted their feet more firmly, as if the earth itself was anchoring them.
A third shaman joined the first two. This one carried a drum, a large instrument decorated with painted symbols. The drumbeat started slow and steady, then accelerated into a driving rhythm. The beastfolk warriors began moving in time with the drums, their individual movements synchronizing into unified motion.
Arthur was fascinated despite the danger. This was coordinated magical support on a military scale. The shamans were not individual combatants but force multipliers, enhancing hundreds of warriors simultaneously through ritual magic. The approach was completely different from how qi cultivators seemed to fight, which appeared to be based on individual power rather than collective enhancement.
On the human side, Commander Zhao was issuing his own preparations. Guards activated what Arthur assumed were the defensive formations Yuan Feng had mentioned earlier. Energy began flowing through channels carved into the stone of the wall itself. Not qi. Not Harmonics. Something else again, though closer to Harmonics than the shamanic power.
Arthur studied the formations with interest. They appeared to be static enchantments, pre-prepared magical effects that could be activated when needed. The channels carved into stone guided energy flow, creating barriers and shields. Similar in principle to Resonance Anchors, but implemented through architectural design rather than portable devices.
Barriers of translucent force began manifesting along the top of the wall. Not solid, but energy screens that would deflect projectiles and absorb impacts. Several guard positions glowed with internal light as combat enhancement formations activated, strengthening the defenders.
Both sides were preparing methodically. This would not be a chaotic brawl but an organized military engagement between two forces that understood how to conduct warfare.
The beastfolk chief stepped forward. The massive figure with the bear skull helmet raised one clawed hand, and the war party immediately went silent. Even the shamans stopped their chanting and drumming. Every warrior's attention focused on their leader.
The chief spoke. Deep voice, carrying clearly across the cleared ground. Arthur's Resonant Comprehension technique translated the words automatically, though the accent was thick and the grammar structure strange.
"Humans of Rising Stone! You build on sacred hunting grounds! You cut old trees and kill prey that is not yours! We have asked you to leave! We have attacked your caravans! We have burned your outlying farms! Still you remain!"
Yuan Feng stepped forward on the wall, his own voice projecting through some kind of qi technique that amplified the sound. "These lands were ours before your tribes came south from the mountains! Our ancestors built this town over three hundred years ago! We will not abandon our home!"
"Your ancestors stole what was never theirs!" the chief roared back. "The land belonged to all creatures! You humans claim it for yourselves alone! We will drive you out or kill you all! This is your final warning!"
"Then we die defending our home!" Yuan Feng responded. "As we have every time you have attacked! As we will continue to do! You will not take this city!"
The chief lowered his hand. No more words. Negotiation had failed, if it had ever been possible at all.
Now was the time for battle.
