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Chapter 916: A Second Trip to the Ruin

“I used to be like you.” Pasha broke the silence without announcing it, the way the Senior Witches always communicated — directly into awareness, without the formality of clearing a throat or waiting for an opening. “Every time friends went to war, I waited at the city gate. The Union built a high tower there, so people could rest and still see the road.”

“You mean in Taquila?” Tilly asked.

“Yes. But after a few years, almost no one came to the tower except the garrison. Do you know why?”

Tilly said nothing. She already knew the shape of the answer.

“Only disappointment and grief came back to us in the end.” A tentacle settled gently on Tilly’s shoulder. “Witches are connected through magic power. The bond runs deeper than blood — once you know each other, everyone becomes a sister, whether she’s a combat witch or a member of the Blessed Army. But that closeness also meant that standing on that tower was unbearable. When bodies were returned from the front, everyone who had waited felt it. When the outer defensive line shrank far enough that no one needed to leave for war anymore, the Union ordered the tower torn down.”

“Are you saying it’s pointless to wait?”

“The opposite.” Pasha’s voice had the particular gentleness of someone who has learned to be gentle by surviving the loss of everything that made it easy. “The fact that you still long for their return means you haven’t truly lost anything yet. I hope you never become someone like me — someone who has learned to treat sacrifice as the expected outcome.”

Tilly was quiet. She thought about the choices she had made when she left the palace for Sleeping Island — the friends she had left behind, the losses that had been the cost of choosing the right path, the two or three people she had never managed to calculate away. The people who made her restless regardless of her calculations.

She pressed the stone ring of Lightning harder into her palm.

“Thank you,” she said.

“You’re welcome. I’ll go check on the defensive trench progress at the border. There’s a room with a bed near the hall entrance — sleep there if you need to.”

Tilly nodded. Pasha moved away.

The cold arrived in Tilly’s palm before she understood what had happened.

She opened her hand. One corner of the magic stone fixed in the ring had come loose — a small fragment that had worked itself free and pricked into her flesh. A bead of blood formed on her palm.

She stared at it.


Underground, beneath the Barbarian Land.

“It’s been five days,” Lotus said. “Why haven’t we seen the ruins?” She was sitting cross-legged in a dirt corridor that smelled of turned earth and damp stone. “Hiding underground all day is boring.”

“How should I know?” The girl with braided hair — Orbit — shrugged, throwing a strip of dried meat into the air and catching it in her mouth. Her cheeks puffed. “I go wherever your tunnel goes.” A flash of blue light at the corner of her lips as she chewed. “These rations are actually good. So it’s true — life in Neverwinter is luxurious.”

“A tunnel? You think I’m a mole?”

“Reasonably accurate.”

“Orbit.” Iffy sighed. “Go easy on the provisions. I’d like there to be something left when we go back.”

Orbit turned her head away from Iffy with the deliberate precision of someone who considers the opinion beneath notice. “I don’t take lectures from witches who conspired against Princess Tilly. If I were her, I wouldn’t share wheat cakes with you, let alone dried meat.”

Iffy rolled her eyes.

“Enough.” Ashes cut in. Her voice had the flat finality of someone who has already allocated her patience elsewhere. “She didn’t choose to join the Bloodfang Association any more than you chose where you were born. If Tilly heard that, she’d give you a real lesson.”

”…Fine.”

Another witch too energetic for her own good, Ashes thought, releasing a slow breath. She understood Orbit — had met the type, knew what drove the performance — but the performance was exhausting in close quarters. Whatever Orbit’s other qualities, she was essential to the operation in ways no one else could replace.

Orbit’s ability: she could create an invisible passage connecting two locations. Undetectable to the naked eye, covering no physical distance. She could transfer herself between points in an instant, through walls, through doors, through anything solid — as long as the distance fell within her range of fifteen meters. The passage remained open as long as she maintained it. If she stopped maintaining it at the wrong moment — say, while a marked enemy was halfway through — the passage sealed and the enemy’s body appeared in two separate places.

Since reaching adulthood, she had developed a secondary skill called Magic Mark. A person marked by Orbit could see the passage; an unmarked person could not find it regardless of how hard they looked, or stop Orbit from moving through it.

The operation plan had been built around this: Lotus creates a concealed underground shelter, Orbit opens an invisible exit. Any demon patrol that found anything would find only a sealed cave. By the time they mapped the area and began checking caves systematically, the witches would be miles away.

They had started from the stone tower where Agatha was first discovered, at the edge of Misty Forest, heading northeast. The forest near Neverwinter was entirely under Leaf’s control, which meant no hybrid demonic beasts in the early stretch. The concrete boat platoons had been moving safely along the Redwater River for months because of exactly that coverage.

The practical problem Ashes had identified after their first practice runs: navigation. Over a few kilometers, you could dead-reckon your way forward with reasonable confidence. Over the distances required here, small errors in bearing accumulated into large ones, and underground there were no stars to check against. The tunnel moved in the direction Lotus chose, and Lotus chose by feel.

Lotus turned to her. “Should we check the map Lorgar brought back? Maybe there are landmarks we can use — something to tell us how far we are from the ruins.”

Ashes nodded, with low expectations. The map was Lightning’s cartography — bearing marks for bird nests, beehives, bears’ caves. Useful if you were a bird. Less useful if you were underground and could not see any of them.

“Shhh.”

Everyone went still.

Iffy held up a hand, head tilted, eyes closed. From somewhere above them, through the packed earth overhead, came the sound of heavy footsteps — multiple sets, the gait too slow and too heavy for human feet, too measured for animals. The shuffle-and-impact pattern of patrol: four or five of them moving in coordinated spacing.

Hybrid demonic beasts rarely coordinated. These were demons.

Nobody breathed until the sound moved away.

Iffy exhaled. “At least we’re heading in the right direction.”

“But we still can’t see the ruins.” Lotus shook her head. “To expand the visual field of the phantom instrument, we need to place the light curtain five or six miles southwest of Taquila — high enough that the Taquila witches can see Devilbeasts flying toward the Western Region. We can’t place it if we can’t confirm where the ruins are.”

This was the second patrol today. The wolf girl’s attack had disturbed the demons far more than Lorgar herself probably knew.

Ashes made the decision. “We march another night. I’ll go up and locate Taquila at dusk tomorrow.”

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