Chapter 122: Sanctum XLVII
As far as Elder Veldani and I can tell, this was likely an old staging ground for the Sanctum from long ago.
Its thoroughly different from the layout at the heart. Maya noticed.
True, Bacchus walked backward to point at her, nearly tripped, then thought better of it. Many of the structures were the sameapothecary, barracks, various resource processing areas. But no mercantile to speak of.
Mother always told us to avoid broken chambers. But she could never really tell us the way. Completely unlike her. Mayas tail was wrapped around her arm.
A warning likely born out of superstition, but a rare one, where following it is likely not bad practice, Bacchus admitted. If whatever design behind the Sanctum is displeased with an entire chamber enough to shunt it from the collective, it is likely best avoided by the rest of us. Not to mention the practical concerns. They are typically abandoned, wide open spaces with very little traffic. A combination that is the perfect refuge for giant spiders, drakesthere was even one in the lower strata packed to the dome walls with hibernating vivisectaurs.
In other words, all things large, territorial, and angry. Jorra shuddered.
Succinctly put. Bacchus nodded. But theres nothing to worry about. Ive done quite a bit of exploration in this chamber and nothing has even tried to eat me.
There was a ruined tavern had a bar that faced out towards the street. It caught my eye, but then I thought I spotted a dark shadow moving behind it. Likely a ghost of my mind, but I angled that way, relaxing my eyes as the rangers had taught me.
Hows that cat doing, Bacchus? I asked, still staring at the edge of the bar, my nerves climbing higher as we drew closer to it.
Oh, Bevy? Shes quite well. Mother has a soft spot for pets, Bacchus said.
I nearly snickered at the image of the intimidating and cold half-demon cooing over a common house cat. It struck me, how casually he spoke of her.
And youre happy there? I asked him. Given her uh, vocation, Its quite the change of pace from a bookstore, I imagine.
It is. Bacchus chuckled. At first, I wasnt sure. All sorts of shady types, coming and going. My first day in the district, I saw a red buy something from a cart-side vendor for more gold than Id ever seen in my life. And mothershe was nestled in my memory as this scary woman who paid me to stay away from my home. But she went out of her way to welcome me. Cooked every night for a week to celebrate.
We got the same treatment. Maya, and then me. Kilvius went heavy on the good stuff. Jorra was practically salivating at the memory.
Maya smiled. I cant believe they bought us Sceo. Its absurdly expensive. Theyre probably trying to make a good impression, knowing how dangerous things are here.
A dark cloud came over us. Both for the friend that wed lost, and the uncertain future ahead.
Its been rough, hasnt it? Bacchus asked quietly.
For some more than others. Mayas mouth tightened. The statement felt, obliquely, like a shot at me. That didnt seem like her, but we were all suffering from weeks of accumulated fatigue and mental baggage.
It surprised me when Jorra was the one to change the subject. Didno, he shook his head, does she have any friends or family? Anyone we need to notify?
None that I know of. Maya sighed. She had interests, competitive dueling, a weirdly in-depth knowledge of religious history, but she always talked about us like we were her whole world.
Mayas comment on religious history stirred a memory. The Void Temple. I realized.
Thats right, Jorra glanced at me. That one time she ran away from Ralakoss estate. You somehow knew to find her there.
I nodded, but felt a pang of sadness. Jorra would never the first time we really met Bell, when Erdos brought her to spar, or when we stumbled across her at the Void Temple several loops after.
Bacchus, Maya took a few extra steps to catch up with him. I have a question for you, but feel it might be rude to ask.
O-oh. What sort of question? Bacchus stammered, shifting to the side. Maya noticed, and did not try to close the gap. I smiled to myself. Probably not many female customers in that musty old bookshop.
Its about lineage Maya trailed off, waiting for a cue. I almost stumbled.nove(l)bi(n.)com
Something struck me in the jaw, and I staggered. Maya rubbed her hand, glaring at me in cold fury. It all makes sense now. Thats why you were so interested in Bacchuss progress. I have been running through it again, and again, trying to figure out the angle. And the truth is, you dont have one.
Jorra looked between us, panic rising in his face. Youre giving up?
Maya shook her head. No. Its worse than that. He intends to surrender. Hes being an idiot.
I wanted to tell her that she was wrong. But my cold, calculated side of me screamed for me to be silent.
Jorras fists balled, and for a moment, I thought I was about to take my second punch of the day. Then, he relaxed. Hes not being an idiot. Jorra turned to Maya. Losing Bell changed things. Hes trying to save us.
I sighed. More than anything else, Thoth wants to hurt me. I dont know why. Honestly, I wish I did. Other than the crushing life lesson, the one thing I learned from Infaris is that we have a more complicated relationship than I realized. There might be something I can use there.
Maya looked betrayed. She rounded on Jorra, standing less than an inch from his face. You saw her. How angry she was. You really think she will not just kill him on sight.
Jorra considered. That level of anger is beyond what I can understand. Its not normal, or rational. But Cairnfor whatever reasonseems to understand her far better than we can. And Im assuming the surrender is a contingency, yes? Were still going to try? He cocked his head at me for confirmation.
I nodded.
Maya laughed, and placed her face in her hands. What a brilliant strategy, for when things get hard. To place yourself in the clutches of an enemy, yet again.
Again? Jorra asked, confused.
I stiffened as the words cut deep. Maya was alluding to the Asmodial situation, my capture and torture. I knew she wasnt trying to open old wounds. She was likely imagining what Thoth would do to me, and the guilt that would come with it, knowing how, in many ways, Id already been through hell for her.
Im trying, here, I said, my voice quiet.
We stood there, three points of a triangle. Maya was still seething. Jorra seemed aware there was some context he was missing, and as such, unable to help.
The artifact lit up, a vibrant red. Taking a deep breath, Maya looked down at it, taken aback.
Is that the exit? Jorra asked.
That cant be right, Maya muttered, shifting the device around. Something is opening. That cant be right. Broken chambers are supposed to be cut off from any new branches.
We followed the signal for a half mile, making a clear trail easy to follow back. The sinkhole opened beside us with a gasp of air, sucking in a current of fog. A scarlet hand reached out from the open grave, clear nails painted brown with dirt. Fog! Again?
I watched in a combination of disbelief and awe as Bellarex, daughter of Erdos, hauled herself up and brushed off her armor. She turned and saw the three of us gaping. I found you!
At that moment, as Jorra rushed towards her, and Maya followed only steps behind, I felt a great many things. Relief and happiness at seeing a friend I thought dead. Confusion, at how shed escaped Thoths clutches. And something else.
Jorra was crying, snot dripping down his nose as he touched Bell everywhere, as if trying to convince himself she was real.
Maya embraced her, hesitant at first, then relieved and happy.
Welcome back, I said, absent anything more convincing.
Bells story and explanation was a long one. It essentially boiled down to how Infaris had given her a cluean image. Something she hadnt understood at the time, and when Thoth had cut her off at the portal, that clue led her to the tunnel. But I wasnt really listening to the story. Instead, I watched her. The sweat accumulating on her brow, the way she kept touching her neck, how her tail was anchored firmly around her arm. How she couldnt seem to bring herself to look at me.
And finally, I identified the last feeling, an animal instinct nestled underneath the rest. Dread. Because it was all too good to be true.
But still, I waited. When we reached the exit that would inevitably take us to the heart, I pulled Bell aside for a conversation long overdue.
