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Chapter 1474: Representative

“What did Nana say?”

Nightingale came into Roland’s bedroom and looked to Anna at the bedside.

“Nothing wrong, apparently. Everything is stable — breathing, heartbeat, body temperature. It’s as though he’s only asleep, but…”

But there’s no waking him.

Nightingale said nothing. The night before, the victory celebration had ended in a way no one had anticipated. Anna was the first to act — sealing off the area with guards and God’s Punishment Witches, then calling for Tilly, Wendy, Iron Axe, and the others. To respond with that kind of composure, facing news this appalling, was something only Anna could have done.

None of it had changed Roland’s state.

“The Seagull has just departed. Destination: City of Glow, Kingdom of Dawn.” Nightingale shifted the subject. “If Lightning delivers the letter in time, we can have Nightfall on the floating island within three days.”

“Yes. That should be enough time,” Anna said.

Roland didn’t have a God’s Punishment Witch’s body. Without meals, Nightfall’s Seed of Symbiosis was the only thing keeping him alive. They had chosen City of Glow as the rendezvous point to save time — Lightning and Maggie were far faster than a glider, which gave Neverwinter enough of a window to summon Nightfall first and have her meet them there.

That, too, was Anna’s idea.

If there was a thread of silver in all of this, it was that this was not entirely new ground. After Roland’s battle with Zero, he had entered a similar long unconsciousness — same symptoms, same stillness. That sleep had connected him to the Realm of Mind and allowed him to build the Dream World. This situation was likely tied to the Origin of Magic.

“What do we do next?” Nightingale couldn’t help asking.

At present, only the senior officers on the floating island knew. A return to Neverwinter would make concealment impossible once the news reached the broader public. Stabilizing things after that would take enormous effort — not only delaying every subsequent plan, but introducing new variables for the demons and the Sky-sea Realm to exploit.

But pressing on to the Bottomless Land as planned carried its own risk. Roland was the only one connected to the Realm of Mind. If he didn’t wake — if he never woke — they would be stranded in a crisis they had no way to resolve.

Nightingale didn’t know who else could make that call. Only Anna.

Anna looked at Roland lying still on the bed, as though the rest of the room had ceased to exist. A long moment passed.

“Continue with the plan.”

Her voice was quiet. There was no hesitation in it whatsoever.

“If it were him, that’s what he would say. Many people were sacrificed for this chance. Even if the road ahead is unknown, we have to try. Turning back doesn’t guarantee Roland will wake. But the Sky-sea Realm — already inside the Blackstone region — won’t be sitting there waiting. If we retreat now and Roland remains unconscious indefinitely, launching another expedition may never be possible.”

Of course it’s Anna. Nightingale had felt herself leaning the same direction — if Roland’s unconsciousness was connected to the Realm of Mind, then the Origin of Magic offered a better chance of reaching him than Neverwinter did. The reasoning was sound. But reasoning and choosing are different things. Choosing meant shouldering the responsibility, and not everyone who understood the right answer could bring themselves to step forward and claim it.

Anna had not hesitated. Had not looked lost.

Before Nightingale could say anything further, Tilly appeared in the doorway. Her expression was taut.

“Hackzord is here.”


At the base of the floating island, in the chamber at the heart of the God’s Stone core.

“I never imagined I would one day refuel on Red Mist in human territory.” Sky Lord reinstalled the filled gas tank into his body and drew a long breath. “It tastes quite good.”

“And I never imagined myself tolerating two demons standing before me.” Eleanor regarded them with cold precision. “The thought that I could finally avenge the Union after centuries makes this particular impulse difficult to suppress.”

“First: most of our time was spent in the Blackstone region. We had no part in the war against the Fertile Plains. Second: acting on that impulse serves neither you, the Union, nor humanity.” Hackzord spread his hands. “You should not be venting on us.”

Silent Disaster glanced at him. “If you would stop speaking, she would not have the impulse.”

“You’ve refueled. Go.”

They left the sealed Red Mist Pond and entered the open cave beyond — and Hackzord’s expression darkened.

He saw Witches, carriers, human soldiers in uniform. What he did not see was the King of Graycastle.

“What is the meaning of this,” he said, the words flat with warning.

The Deity of Gods had just fallen. The humans had won a decisive victory. The interrogative edge in his voice pulled the air taut.

“I am Anna, Roland’s wife, Queen of Graycastle.” She stepped through the crowd and stood before Hackzord. He was nearly twice her height. They faced each other, and neither looked away. “An accident has befallen His Majesty Roland. He is temporarily unable to meet you.”

She explained Roland’s coma concisely — the connection to the Realm of Mind, what it likely meant, what it did not.

Hackzord’s face moved through surprise and arrived at something uglier.

“So you’re telling me the person my race made an agreement with no longer exists?”

“First, I must correct what you just said.” Anna didn’t flinch. “Roland is unconscious. He is in no life-threatening danger. Second: all of us know what the agreement entails. Even if he does not wake, I will execute it in his place.”

“Do you understand what you are saying, little girl?” Sky Lord’s laughter had contempt in it. “Only someone chosen by the Oracle can do what is needed. You cannot even enter the Realm of Mind. You intend to represent him? Valkries was wrong — if this is God’s counterattack, then everything is over—”

“No. You’re wrong.” Anna cut across him. “I don’t need to enter the Realm of Mind, because Roland is already in the Dream World. Regardless of what happens, he will continue toward the goal. And I will represent him in executing everything else.” She paused. “I will continue the floating island’s journey to the Bottomless Land. Graycastle will provide reinforcements to ensure the plan is carried out. This will require your assistance.”

“What a joke—”

“This is not a joke. It is the only rational response to a crisis.” She didn’t yield an inch. “The agreement has not ended. It has not been nullified. Viewed from another angle: Roland has already gone ahead of us to the Bottomless Land. Our task is to catch up — because without doing so, there is no stopping the Divine Will. No future for any of our races.”

“Nicely said.” Hackzord’s mouth curved in a sneer. “A kingdom’s operation is not simple. I understand what the King of Graycastle means to humans. I also know the pull power has on your kind. With him gone, do you believe you alone can hold everything together without the system collapsing around you?” His gaze moved past her to the people ranged behind. “Allowing a woman in her twenties to represent Graycastle — do you have no better candidate? Or do you genuinely believe that her status alone will be enough to—”

Midway through the sentence, Sky Lord’s voice slowed.

Stopped.

He had looked at the people behind Anna. Every face was watching him. No one replied. But silence, at times, is its own answer — and what he read in those faces required no translation.

The girl standing before him represented humanity.

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