B4 Chapter 501: Ashen City, pt. 1

As the searing heat of Ianmus’s spell faded, Kaius looked down at the corpse of the nightscale as he sucked in heaving breaths.

Ianmus’s voice sounded in his ear.

“Forsaken hells, at least it’s dead. We’ll leave you to it — it’s a madhouse up here.”

“Thanks for the help,” he replied, still watching the dead beast.

It hadn’t been his most dangerous fight, not by far, but it had been strenuous and stressful all the same. Fighting without his spells had been…frustrating, and the absence of his backline had only highlighted the advantage of having powerful allies to support him at range.

With time, he knew that they could have worn the beast down — they’d been hurting it more than it had hurt them. He was no stranger to battles of attrition. In their most recent delve, almost all of the Champions and Guardians they’d fought had been taken down in such a manner.

They hadn’t been able to afford it. There were a thousand other battles he needed to take part in.

Fires raged through the city. They threw off a flickering light that twisted and warped through smoke and dust, blanketing the city in a smouldering miasma. Mixed with the roars of beasts, and the distant cries of injured warriors, it was a hellish scene.

Like he’d been transported into some twisted nightmare.

Kaius looked up, seeing the turbulent cloud of flying beasts cutting through the night. Every few moments, there was a flash of light. Skills creating temporary beacons in the sky.

Just as many of them came from the beasts themselves as the bombardment of his fellow defenders.

Kaius grit his teeth. He had to get back to the walls.

Yet before he could look away, the cloud of creatures surged. It was sudden; cohesive. An unnatural unity as they took flight to the east. Away from the city — back whence they had come.

The constant hammering he heard from the walls stopped in the same moment, leaving a bare few pained growls, and the distant sound of isolated battles within the city walls.

“What’s happening?” Kaius hissed.

“Looks like a retreat to me.”

“But why?”

It made no sense. The Tyrant’s horde was enormous. Even well defended within the walls, they were being pressed. If it kept the pressure up, they would inevitably be worn down as their forces grew fatigued and Resources dwindled.

“Gods only know,” Rieker replied, “It could be we dealt a blow by killing the nightscale — perhaps this entire push was merely a front to strike for our centre. Nor was it the only high Silver that struck. There were even a couple golds. Ro and Arc were dealing with one to the south, and I took one down with the help of Dros and the earth mages north of here. Regardless, we can’t celebrate yet — wait for the bells.”

“We should head to the eastern gate then, the fighting was thickest there. They might need our help.”

Rieker nodded.

As a group, they set off. Cutting through the square, and running through the city streets, Kaius’s mind raced.

Every block they travelled, he heard less and less ongoing fights — everything pointed to the army pulling back. Could they really have struck a heavy enough blow that the Tyrant was reconsidering its approach.

It felt wrong. Everything he’d seen of the creature spoke of wanton violence. Intelligent, yes — but wanton and cruel. It could have just ground them down — better than letting them rest after their surviving defenders had likely gained levels and strength.

A sudden thought drew a frown on Kaius’s face. Could it have been giving them a reprieve on purpose? The system itself had spawned Tyrants as part of the next stage of the integration. From the mouths of Ascendants themselves, he knew that a major purpose of the integration was to force growth.

That growth came with a bloody toll, but it was the system’s goal. No one, not even people like him and his team could stand up to an entire army. The Tyrant was a challenge, one he was certain was directed at people like him. Hells, it sounded like it had almost let Bronwyn and his team go before it had sensed some trace of essence on them.

Could this entire invasion merely have been a prelude? A filter, to bloody the nose of Deadacre, and feed its warriors if they proved themselves stalwart enough to withstand its advance?

A reminder to all that they needed to struggle to survive?

Mulling over his thoughts, a churn set into his belly. It felt needless. A cruelty that extended beyond the Tyrant itself to the machinations of the System. How could the gathering and growth of Ascendant’s be so vital that it would kill uncounted simply to squeeze out a few more?

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The Depths and even the Crucibles were lethal, sure, but they were just there. You sought them out, because you hungered for something — wealth, strength, a fight: something you held dearly enough to risk your life for.

Even the world, for all it was full of dangers, was a natural thing. The system might have empowered beasts, but they were alive. Things of natural wants, instincts, and desires. Brutal, but not cruel.

The Tyrant was Death, and it sought to spread its gifts.

It felt blasphemous to question the highest power he knew, but what else could he do after all he had seen in the last few days?

Kaius clenched his jaw, focusing on his steps as the streets slid by. Far to his left, he saw the defenders on the wall slowly move — some moving to the stairs down, aiding the wounded. Far, far too many of those being carried were too still. Too limp. A bloody toll indeed.

He had to be wrong — there had to be some reason. Some desperate need for Ascendants, or some unavoidable reality of wider existence that it was trying to prepare them for. It was the system: unassailable in both its influence and its impartiality.