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Torn God: Watcher of Deep Places (Web Novel) - Book 5: Chapter 11 Final End [Part 1]
Book 5: Chapter 11 Final End [Part 1]
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"Yesterday is but a dream, fleeting as the morning mist; tomorrow, a vision, as distant as the stars. Yet today is the ground where both take root—the moment where dreams are woven into deeds, and visions shaped by the strength of your hand and the clarity of your heart. To neglect the present is to leave the past untended and the future unfulfilled."- The Book of Wise Tellings from the Land of Streams.
Spears of bone shot forth, jagged white shards striking into the ranks of Geomancers. Most managed to raise shields of earth in time, but the Necromancer’s attack had stalled whatever spell they had been preparing.
“Vincenzio. I should have bloody known,” snarled Canis, the last of his usual composure swept away by fury.
I could not help but smile to myself. “Another variable you did not account for in your calculus?” I asked gleefully, a laugh bubbling up almost cheerfully.
Vincenzio stormed toward us, a staff in his hands while his tentacles of bone clutched something. His pace was so swift it looked like a charge. For a moment, I feared betrayal from him.
But then, to my surprise, he stopped abruptly and dumped his burden at our feet. The sight shocked everyone present. It was a body—broken, bloodied, and just recognizable. My stomach churned as I realized who it was. I still felt conflicted about seeing dead women.
“Kaila de Arancrai. The great Mirage of the Sands,” Vincenzio intoned flatly. His voice carried neither malice nor pity; it was as if he were delivering a parcel.
“Treachery finds easy company, it seems,” Canis replied bitterly. “I should have listened to Ezlas, but I always tried to treat you fairly. This must be the price for dealing with monsters.”
The warriors at Canis’s side tensed but did not move. They awaited his command, caught in the strange stillness of the moment.
The Necromancer shook his head and tutted, his tone mocking. “This one? A monster? That’s rich coming from a high priest of Iasis.” He paused deliberately, letting the weight of his accusation settle. Canis’s expression betrayed his shock—unmistakable, even for him. “Did you truly think your little secret would escape my notice? That this one, a heretic to all gods, would not uncover it? That one would bow to the bindings they place on mortals?”
The warriors exchanged uneasy glances, their stances betraying their uncertainty. It struck me then—perhaps even they were unaware of the true origins of the Adventurer’s Guild.
“What? No denial, Canis?” Vincenzio taunted. “Will you not call me a liar? No, you can’t, can you? You cannot even speak of it, so tight are the bindings placed upon you. Isn’t that right?” His laughter was sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade.
“And you thought that one wouldn’t see through your little schemes. You sought to use this one,” he said as he gestured toward Kaila’s corpse, “a Traveler from beyond with her insidious powers, to place your precious cult at the center of power. But you and your dear goddess have been thwarted, Canis!” Vincenzio’s voice rose triumphantly.
My heart was thrilled at his words. To strike at the gods themselves, to thwart their designs—it was a victory that filled me with savage delight.
“Kill them all,” Canis ordered, his voice cold and sharp as a blade, cutting across my thoughts.
However, it was the voice of a man who knew his death was imminent but determined to make the cost of it steep. It was ultimately the last refuge of the weak.
As if in response to this, Vincenzio cackled, raising his staff high. The ground trembled as a skeletal wall of dread arms and limbs burst forth, clawing their way out of the earth. It was crudely assembled, fragments of bone melded by unnatural force, but it made for a terrifying barrier.
I stepped forward, touching the odd barrier. “However did you deal with Kaila?”
“A simple matter, spirits see the truth of things,” the pale man answered simply.
It was a good enough answer for me, and I grunted in response. “Vincenzio, give me what support you can. I will handle Canis. I intend to answer him with a hammer to the face.”
“Gladly,” Vincenzio replied, his pale digits twisting in intricate gestures. A surge of bone spikes erupted from the ground, forcing Canis’s men to scatter. “One does believe it is time for us to even the odds in our favor.”
The square descended further into chaos as Vincenzio raised his staff high, chanting in a guttural, otherworldly tongue. The air grew thick with the stench of decay, and an unnatural chill spread outward like a tide. The bodies of fallen adventurers, littered across the square, began to stir underneath the dome.
Dead eyes now glowed with a sickly green light. Broken limbs twisted and snapped back into place, and the dead rose—slow, deliberate, and horrifyingly relentless. The reanimated adventurers, now zombies, shambled toward Canis and his men, their once-loyal companions now reduced to mindless husks.
“You would defile the fallen?” Canis snarled, his curved blade slicing through the air as he decapitated one of the undead, uncaring that it was a former friend or colleague. Its headless body staggered before collapsing in a heap.
His men around him, prompted by their leader's actions, soon followed suit, hacking into undead creatures.
“Defile?” Vincenzio’s laughter echoed across the battlefield. “One honors them by giving them purpose once more. Would you prefer they rot in vain?”
“And Canis… one’s magic and minions are not so easily stopped,” he added, chanting a few more dread words of power.
A skeleton burst forth from the headless zombie, the bones ripping apart the dead flesh. Clean bones appeared and formed into the facsimile of a man. Finally, the skull flew up and reattached itself, pulled by whatever mystic forces the Necromancer commanded. Eye sockets glowing an eerie green, it immediately fell upon the Canis’ honor guard once more.
