Chapter 22: Jailbreak
Chapter 22: Jailbreak
Maggie was magic.
So were Sol and Mur.
Shroud didnt know how to take the news, even as he massaged his sore muscles and tried to gather his thoughts, Berserk wearing off. The floor felt cold like steel, and the world outside hostile, with the lights and sirens, constantly assaulting him. The organ-like pod had been ripped open behind him, its liquid flowing out. The sedatives still slowed him down, making his body sore and his mind slower.
With his senses enhanced by Lightbringer, it became easy to distinguish his surroundings. His heart-like pod was only one among a dozen, empty others, linked to strange computer terminals by long cables. The entire area looked like a closed off medical wing, made entirely of metal and protected by reinforced steel doors.
The Gearsmen were still busy fighting one another, raining fire on the other Organotech Hearts. While they paid no mind to Shroud, often preferring to hit themselves, they had started a fire.
With a look at the ceiling, Shroud noticed a large conduit above, enough to let a dragon like Smokefang fly through. It seemed they had left it open in case Evermarshs beloved dragon overlord had to come back.
He also noticed small openings in the walls, pumping gas into the room.
Well, time to go.
If Lightbringer allowed him to create light that remained solid as long as it was in contact with his body, perhaps he could replicate the tricks he achieved with Glass Field.
With a thought, Shroud summoned a light replica of his glass armor over his skin, a bright, warm second skin. With a tweak, Shroud changed the color of the light into the darkest shade of purple, giving it the same shadowy look as his original suit.
The light kept its solidness, and with some mental effort, the artificial suit lifted him above the ground. Without a word, Shroud flew through the open ceiling, following Smokefangs lead, as toxic gas began to fill the hospital wing. His chest hurt due to his broken rib and Berserks effect waning off.T/his chapter is updat/𝓮d by n𝒐v(ê(l)biin.c/o/m
While making his way upward, Shroud kept checking his account, finding a new icon next to the currently closed Lair feature, representing a blue banner with Earth on it. He checked the name, Guild Account, before clicking.
Guild: Unnamed Rank: Moderator You have 4 assigned Accounts and 2 unassigned Accounts on standby Assigned Yoshikage (Yellow) The Mur! (Orange) Sharpshoot (Red) Sol (White) Unassigned Violet Green |
A click on Sharpshoots account confirmed it as Maggies.
Account | Guild: Unnamed | ||
Name | Sharpshoot | Spellgun | Progress |
Holder | Maggie Jesse Powells | Crimson Bullet | Unlocked |
Level | 1 (Novice) | Locked Feature | (0/1) |
Affinity | Red | Locked Feature | (0/3) |
Lock | Spellgun | Locked Feature | (0/7) |
Spellcoins | 3 | Overlock | (0/1) |
Moderate | Transfer? | Suspend? | Cancel? |
Spellgun (Crimson Bullet): You can channel Red Flux through any gun, including fully formed Red spells. The longer you charge Red Flux, the more powerful the impact. |
Spell Compendium | ||
Name | Dot | Affinity |
Stockmight | 1 | Red |
Intuimotion | 1 | Blue |
Timesense | 1 | Violet |
The sight of Intuimotion among the spells chosen brought a smile to his face. A click on the unassigned accounts only revealed their Color, and an empty space next to the word assign.
Shroud found himself checking Perses Network feed, driven by a small, impossible hope. He found her in a hospital room, attended by a soulless automated machine assistant. The sorcerer hesitated before clicking on the contact option; before realizing this may be the last time he could speak to her, whether he succeeded or failed in his escape.
Perse? she jumped in place. Are you alright? Its me.
Matt? She couldnt believe it. Matt, is that you?
Its me. Im talking through he struggled to find the right word.
She beat him to it. Through magic, isnt it?
So the cat was out of the bag. Through magic, yes.
Where are you? Can you even talk to me?
Something in her tone put him on the defensive. Look, its not a problem
It never is with you. It felt like a dagger stab, an unspoken accusation. Im alright. Ulysses too. Mom is mom is not. She took your dads death badly.
Shroud didnt answer Perse, filling the silence. Im sorry, Matt. I
I dont want to talk about Dad, he cut her off. He didnt want sympathy, he didnt want kindness. He just wanted payback.
Okay. She took a deep breath on the other end. Matt, what are you? Dont lie.
Im a spellcaster, he admitted. I have been for a while. And I can give you and Ulysses the same power as mine. We could become a party like you suggested. That sounded like years ago.
She shot down his proposal with a sad tone. Matt, theres no we anymore.
That hit him harder than it should have.
I cant thank you enough for saving me and mom and Ulysses, but
But what? his voice broke inside his throat.
But you lied to me! Her outburst took him back. Perse had never shouted at him before, ever. To everyone. The news they say youre a sorcerer, that you killed Sams parents and fought the authorities. That youre a criminal.
Thats a lie! he snarled, cursing Smokefangs pettiness. Im a sorcerer, yes, but I didnt kill Brown. I saved Maggie from Brown, from Jack. Youve seen what he was.
And he came for you, Perse replied, sounding more tired than angry. Matt, I want to believe you, but I dont know whats happening, what you have become, or whos telling the truth. And thats the problem. I cant trust you anymore. After you hid something that big from me, I cant figure out what part is bullshit and the part thats the truth.
It was to protect you, he said, but his lie sounded weak in his voice. I kept it quiet to protect you. To protect Dad.
No, Matt, she replied, seeing right through him. It was to protect yourself. To pretend everything was fine when it wasnt.
I thought so. The visual feed vibrated, Perse shaking her head on the other end. Matt, that night, you didnt just come home with Kari Matsumoto, right? You were already embroiled in that shit. For how long?
A month, he replied, his voice lower than before.
A month? Perse sighed. Matt, if you had told me the truth the first time before we dated, I would have accepted it. Not like it, but I would have kept it quiet. Because you were my best friend.
Were.
Past tense. Perse
But you didnt. You didnt trust me the same way I did you. You cant build a relationship on secrets that big, Matt.
No. No, they couldnt.
He couldnt blame her for the way she felt. He had dared tell Sol because he trusted him more; because he knew the priest would support him, join the fight. He hadnt had the same confidence in Perse, or in his own father. He could only blame himself.
A lie cannot live, a wise man once said.
He had to tell the truth, to embrace the life he had chosen and make peace with it. Im rebelling, he admitted. No need to hide it anymore. Mom is alive. Theyre keeping her somewhere, and I intend to find her.
Perse didnt answer. That alone was a warning. He didnt need Network to guess why.
She thought he would die, and that nothing she could say would move him. I told you before I wouldnt judge you on your choices, she said, a hint of concern permeating her words. Be careful, okay?
I will.
It felt good, she said. The time it lasted.
Yes. Yes, it did. Farewell, Perse. Take care.
You take care, too, she replied with the same finality as him.
She felt she wouldnt see him again.
She was probably right.
The hollowed pillar went on and on, an endless tunnel adorned with smaller alcoves, smaller conduits leading into windows; past them, Shroud could see apartments, machine rooms, and hints of floral biodomes. Windows meant to allow the dragons to look at any area of the artificial city, like a panopticon.
Windows made of glass.
Glass Field, he spoke softly, letting his magic flare back to life. As Shroud mentally shattered the glass around him, he allowed himself a thin smile. How good it felt, to see again, to sense the power surge within his very bones, to be more than a helpless victim. After getting used to his magical senses, Shroud had never understood how much he enjoyed them until now.
A storm of shrapnel surrounded him; a few he incorporated into his light armor, creating a second, protective layer. The others flew around him like a flock of birds.
Shroud checked if he could channel Lightbringer through his glass, and to his delight, the glass responded. With a thought, he coated each shard with the same solid light as his armor. To outsiders, he must have looked like a bright sun surrounded by countless, miniature stars.
A squad of Gearsmen came down to greet him, firing on sight while keeping their distance. Their beams fell upon him like a red, bloody rain.
With a thought, Shroud placed a few shards in the way, and tried to channel Lightbringer. If he could cast spells through them, then perhaps they counted as an extension of his body for the Hacks purpose, allowing him to create light constructs around glass.
It worked. His lightshards expanded into a beehive-like colored shield, stopping the Red Flux beams.
Lightshards. He liked the name.
A hundred other shards, he turned into the light swords he had used before, shredding the machines with a volley of them. Gears and blood fell down the pillar, while Shroud remained immaculate and clean.
Now that he had a stronger, faster offense, he could retaliate without needing Sol or the others. He should have relished at the sight, taken joy in his act. Yet he only felt numb, as cold and lifeless as the steel around him.
Unfortunately, the intelligence ruling the complex took his counterattack as a warning. As the air sirens increased in shrieking potency, reinforced doors began to close above his head, barring his way. Shroud unleashed his swords of light at them, but they failed to pierce the barriers.
In fact, small holes opened in the conduit around him, revealing automated turrets. They pointed at him and started firing red beams, while other holes released gas in the hollowed pillar.
Unable to progress, Shroud had no choice but escape through one of the broken windows with his lightshards, leaving the conduit behind for another area.
The second he stepped out of the alcove, a Gearsman flew at him at full speed, intent on tackling him. Hearing it coming, Shroud sent his lightshards to tear it apart in a rain of gears and white blood.
He found himself above a giant, closed park rivaling the size of New Yorks central park. Powerful lamps provided the light above, while the giant walls around revealed stairs to apartments. The green expanse had everything a park could wish for, from a lake to game spaces for children, or even golf courses.
Concordia built the Arc-Cities to welcome entire populations there; each of these hives could survive in perfect self-sufficiency, feeding the population, keeping them safe from danger. Giving people all they needed.
A gilded cage.
New Gearsmen, a full platoon of twenty this time, flew out of the hidden compartments inside the park to attack him. All of them carried strange, rough-looking two-hand cannons and rifles, firing volleys of orange colored rounds at him.
Each colored bullet, Shroud could predict the trajectory. While he couldnt see the shots, he noticed the precursory triggers and adjusted his position in time; in fact, he noticed everything. Each turn of the Gearsmens fingers, each movement in the air. His brain could take it all with Premium Thoughts.
Carefully, Shroud moved away while putting a lightshield between himself and the projectiles. As he feared, the orange bullets pierced his shield, narrowingly missing him. They had adapted to his defenses and upgraded their weaponry.
Once again, Shroud retaliated with a volley of lightshards, but the Gearsmen dispersed into groups of four to avoid his counterattack. Still, thanks to Premium Thoughts, he found no difficulty handling them while opening another Network feed.
Ulysses? he called while dodging orange flux bullets.
Whoa, man, thats creepy! Came the answer. Hello, Professor X, how are you?
Fighting Gearsmen, he replied, pointing lightshards at a squad. He channeled light through them into fiery beams, shooting down the entire group like ducks in a barrel. Its easier than you think.
So I was right all along, years of video games do wonders for reflexes? Shroud smiled at his friends joke; a smile that vanished with his next words. My sister is crying in her white, empty room. You wouldnt have anything to do with it?
We broke up. He created a three layers barrier of lightshards between himself and a bullet, stopping it midway through the second layer. Too much bullshit on my end.
Called it. Somehow, Ulysses didnt condemn him the same way he did a few days before. It was a bad idea from the start, from the both of you.
I guess on some level, I thought I could have my cake and eat it, too. Take down Concordia and still maintain some normal life. Hold a normal job, date a girl, start a family
Yeah, aint that a bitch, fighting the government has consequences.
Yeah, Shroud replied, with the same sarcastic tone. At some point, youve got to stop being on the fence and commit to one side.
More like the choice was made for you. Ulysses fell into a short silence. Are you holding up?
No, he replied bluntly, anger simmering below the surface. He could see Ulysses wince on the other end of the feed. No, Im not.
Your dad saved us. Gave us time. One more minute and Jack would have killed us all. I know its not comforting, but I dont know what else to say. Im terrible at emotional support.
Then say nothing. Shroud took a deep breath, letting the faint scent of burning Gearsmen fill his lungs. You know, you and Perse with my dad gone, you were one of the only things keeping me away from going all the way.
Matt, dont. Youre never coming back if you do that.
I dont intend to. With his fathers death, he had no home to come back to. In the end, that peaceful existence in Evermarsh, the future I could have had, it was just a feeble dream. And Ive got to wake up.
Try to remember us when you do, then.
Some parts of the walls around the park slide away, revealing turrets. They joined the Gearsmen in bombarding him from all directions. Accelerating his flight speed, Shroud struggled against a sea of projectiles, creating layers upon layers of protective light shaped like beehive combs.
Thanks, Ulysses admitted. For saving our hides.
Maggie joined me, he told him. You could join, too.
She did? He could almost picture his friend shake his head on the other end of the line. Someone has to watch Mom and Perse after this mess. They will need it.
I could help you flee Evermarsh. I have connections, I could help your family have a fresh start. You wouldnt suffer because of your association with me.
We already did Matt, Ulysses replied. This may sound harsh, but if you love us, really love us you will disappear from our lives and we will never meet again.
A projectile flew past his barrier, nearly blowing off his head. Focus, Shroud. He regretted having such a difficult conversation in the middle of a fight. Ulysses, do you do you hate me?
Of course not. Youre my best friend, so it fucking hurts. But you said it yourself, it will only end when you or Concordia are gone. Youre destructive, Matt. You want the bloody fight. If you want to leave us out of your mess, you will have to leave us, period.
Leave us.
Shroud gathered all lightshards around himself. The bombardment left him no opening to fire back, trapping him. Nowhere to run, no opening.
Trapped.
Mathias thought back about Maxwells deal. Swallow his pride, surrender, submit to better strike back later? Maybe that was what Maxwell was doing, playing the long game. He could keep his friends, negotiate the safety of his team.
His eyes glanced at the shield of light around him. No. Magik Online would never risk discovery; the Empire had mind-readers in its employ, and they would interrogate him thoroughly. The Administrator would take his power, perhaps even silence him.
He had put all his chips on the table long. He couldnt fold anymore, only raise.
Im going to miss you, Shroud told Ulysses. Kiss your mother for me and Perse. Perse most of all.
I will. Ulysses chuckled on the other end, although there was no joy in it. I was wrong, Matt. The scalies will never kill you. Youre too mean to die.
Farewell, Ulysses.
Shroud cut off the communication, clenched his fists, and let out a scream of rage and sorrow.
MAD WORLD!
Each of his shards reverberated the sound, amplifying the spells reach through the entire park.
The pressure on his shields subsided, yet the machines kept the same firing speed; except now they fired at each other, UB controlled turrets taking down Gearsmen, orange bullets raining on the trees below. Half the lamps above Shrouds head shattered with a loud, strident sound, casting half of the biodome into darkness.
A few Gearsmen even started attacking themselves, ripping out their heads or shooting themselves in their madness.
Protected by his barrier, Shroud watched the machine civil war, his shields protecting him from the rare stray shot. The malfunctions had spread to other, subtler systems; the apartments doors opened and closed at random, an electrical fire spread through the park, and the lake began to steam up. Shroud wondered if Mad Worlds effects were only limited to the Arc-City, or if it affected all of Evermarsh.
Suddenly, without a loud sound, the battle ended as suddenly as it started. The lamps went out, leaving only Shrouds light and the fires below to keep it alight; the Gearsmen suddenly fell inactive, falling to the ground like dead birds. The turrets stopped firing.
All the systems maintaining the city had shut down.
A reboot. He had forced a reboot on the citys central UB to deal with Mad World.
Shroud immediately took the opportunity to fire lasers at the inactive Gearsmen and turrets, demolishing them before they could wake up. Hundreds, thousands of lasers, bombarding the walls, the turrets, the trees, and the dirt. No spot, no area was left untouched by the onslaught. Gearsmen were torn apart, turrets exploded, and the lake turned to steam.
He sustained the attack for a full two minutes until all he could hear was the sound of his beams melting metal. Only then did he stop.
By now, the park below had caught fire at a dozen spots, trees burning and flames spreading across the grass. The lake had lost a good chunk of its surface, covered by steamy mist. The broken remains of Gearsmen and turrets laid on the ground, while the walls around were damaged beyond repair. Some apartments had crumbled, causing one block to collapse on the left.
An anti-fire system should have activated, yet the citys reboot left the flames to spread unchecked.
Shroud looked at the devastation, with a strange mix of loneliness and satisfaction. He had lost a lot today, yet found some comfort in the fact he could still fight.
No turning back.
He wondered if he could steal the citys UB since he had disabled its defense.
Well, almost all of them.
With a powerful tremor, a whole side of the park ripped itself in half, metal plates beneath the dirt and the trees tossed aside to reveal a large, dark tunnel below. A scent of sulfur and brimstone rose to fill the air as if a gate to Hell had opened.
The beast left its den in short order, taking its flight among the smoke. A giant, winged fiend whose scales shone bright and strong. The monster let out a roar, as it moved above the sorcerer in contempt.
This is as far as you go, monkey.
Smokefang looked down on Shroud, casting his light in its immense, winged shadow. His lone eye burned with malice and a desire for revenge matching the sorcerers own.
Shroud raised a hand at his target, making a familiar challenging gesture. Bring it, Mushu.
Smokefang answered with a cloud of smoke and green fire.
Party Stats
Account | Guild Moderator: Unnamed | ||
Name | Shroud | Network | Progress |
Holder | Mathias Martel | Broadcast | Unlocked |
Level | 1 (Novice) | Grant Spell | Unlocked |
Affinity | Blue | Locked Feature | (0/3) |
Lock | Network | Locked Feature | (0/7) |
Spellcoins | 4 | Overlock | (0/1) |
Installation... | Please wait... | Debug.. | ... |
Spell Compendium | ||
Name | Dot | Affinity |
Premium Thoughts | 1 | Blue |
Glass Field | 2 | Orange/Blue |
Lightbringer | 2 | Red/Orange |
Mad World | 2 | Blue/Green |
Hack of the Day
Splash
Dot: 2 Components: Seamancer + Urbanstep Activation: Passive, Thought. You can teleport into any body of inorganic liquid which you can perceive. This includes water, fuel, lava, and even rain drops. You are not harmed by the teleportation effect, but you may suffer from exposure to the liquid. This ability has no range and can work even through mediums such as photos; if the liquid has changed place or been removed since, Splash will fail to work. |
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