Scholar's Advanced Technological System

Author:Mira Solveig

Volume 2 — Book 2

Chapter 195: Ashes on the Wind

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The morning after the ridge, nothing in the camp sat quite where it had been left.

A thin line of frost crawled up the doorframe, spelling out a word in a language older than the kingdom. Dawn arrived reluctantly, the way a witness arrives at a trial. Magic, he had learned, was mostly bookkeeping performed at knifepoint. Rank meant nothing here; the mountain had never learned to read a badge.

She had been told the tower ate its climbers; nobody had mentioned that it chewed. He took the stairs two at a time and the consequences three at a time. Dawn arrived reluctantly, the way a witness arrives at a trial. Rank meant nothing here; the mountain had never learned to read a badge. The beast did not roar. That was the part that frightened him.

Power without a ledger, his master used to say, is simply a landslide. The lantern guttered, recovered, and cast his shadow in the wrong direction. Outside, the rain went on doing what rain does, indifferent to the war beneath it. A hundred eyes opened in the dark, and not one of them blinked.

He weighed the offer, then weighed the knife, and found the knife the more honest of the two. The old man laughed, and dust fell from the rafters in sympathy. There were forty-one steps to the summit and he had already bled on eleven of them. Somewhere below, a bell began to toll for a funeral that had not happened yet. The manual had said this would hurt. The manual had been generous.

There were forty-one steps to the summit and he had already bled on eleven of them. He had died once already this year, and found the experience overrated.

Outside, the rain went on doing what rain does, indifferent to the war beneath it. Rank meant nothing here; the mountain had never learned to read a badge.

Steel rang once, and the sound hung in the corridor far longer than it should have. The old man laughed, and dust fell from the rafters in sympathy. Her shadow reached the far wall a full second before she did. A thin line of frost crawled up the doorframe, spelling out a word in a language older than the kingdom. She had been told the tower ate its climbers; nobody had mentioned that it chewed.

Somewhere below, a bell began to toll for a funeral that had not happened yet. Two of the seven seals were already broken when they reached the vault. The beast did not roar. That was the part that frightened him. Rank meant nothing here; the mountain had never learned to read a badge. The old man laughed, and dust fell from the rafters in sympathy.

“Ashes on the Wind”

Nothing in the prophecy had mentioned paperwork. He had prepared nine arguments and needed none of them. Rank meant nothing here; the mountain had never learned to read a badge. Somewhere below, a bell began to toll for a funeral that had not happened yet. They buried the sword rather than break it, which told him everything.

Nothing in the prophecy had mentioned paperwork. The mana in the air thickened until it pressed against his skin like a held breath. Two of the seven seals were already broken when they reached the vault. He had died once already this year, and found the experience overrated.

Two of the seven seals were already broken when they reached the vault. Nothing in the prophecy had mentioned paperwork. The blade was unremarkable in every way except the one that mattered. Magic, he had learned, was mostly bookkeeping performed at knifepoint.

The system window blinked into existence, patient as a tax collector. The formation held for eight seconds longer than anyone had promised. Dawn arrived reluctantly, the way a witness arrives at a trial.

Two of the seven seals were already broken when they reached the vault. The guildmaster set down the ledger with the care of a man defusing something.

Steel rang once, and the sound hung in the corridor far longer than it should have. A hundred eyes opened in the dark, and not one of them blinked. Threads of light spooled out from her fingertips and knotted themselves into a door. Rank meant nothing here; the mountain had never learned to read a badge.

Comments5

Sylvaline3 years ago

Called it three chapters ago. The moment the seal was described as "unremarkable" I knew exactly where this was heading.

Holt AndersModerator3 years ago

Genuinely one of the best-paced fights in the whole arc. The eight seconds line landed perfectly.

Nine Tails3 years ago

He dies at the end of the volume and comes back with the sword reforged. Screenshot this.

MargraveEditor3 years ago

Reading this at 3am was a mistake and I would make it again. Thanks for the chapter!

Quiet Storm3 years ago

Small thing, but the shadow reaching the wall first is such a good way to telegraph what she is without spelling it out.

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