Published at 21st of February 2026 8:40 pm

Chapter 246 Things Start To Go Wrong

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Green mirage. We go around, Feng said simply. Stay close. You know combat spells too?

Mirian kept a straight face. Im passable at them, she said, glancing at Gabriel.

Feng made a grunting noise, then resumed his place at the head of the column.

No combat spells yet, Gabriel whispered to her. The main route is a lost cause, but Fengs good. He knows two alternate routes and where the derelict strongholds and caves are too.

There was an earsplitting roar behind them.

Oniwyrm, one of the caravaneers muttered, and clutched his light charm for good luck.

Feng picked up the pace, then sniffed the air. His nose wrinkled. He cocked his head, listening for something. Apparently, one of the calls he heard was what he was listening for, because he immediately set off.

Follow quickly, he said. No deviations from my path! he called to the group, much louder than he normally was.

They heard the oniwyrms roar again, this time closer.

Feng pulled out a machete, using it to hack through a dense bit of brush, then wound them up a steep hill. The next time Mirian heard the oniwyrm roar, it was closer, but also to their left. The caravan leader smacked the rear of the lead marusaur lightly, then said something to it in Gulwenen. The beast made a deep sound resembling a sigh, but sped up. Around them, the birds had stopped chirping, though there was still the call of insects making a ruckus. They circled around another group of trees, backtracking slightly. The call of the insects seemed lessened here.

Here. Stay put, Feng called to the group.

And definitely dont move forward, Gabriel whispered. Look there.

There was a small pond in front of them, and in the middle of it, the largest flower Mirian had ever seen. It had petals that were perfectly white, with long stalks in the center of the flower that had luminous green pollen clinging to them. Next to it was a lump of mud that she realized was a nest.

A jade bloom, Gabriel said. It generates a spell that can dissolve flesh. Harmless to plants, but nasty to any creature that gets within its magical fieldexcept one.

Petal demons, Mirian said, remembering a distant lecture from Viridian.

Yup. Petal demons are technically plants, even though theyre mobile carnivores. The parts they dont eat, they feed to the jade blooms roots. Meanwhile, the jade bloom protects the nest. Symbolic relationship.

Symbiotic, Mirian corrected.

Whatever.

The oniwyrm roared again, this time, much closer. Mirian watched as some sort of large rodent bolted from its hiding spot, dashing straight past the jade bloom. The rodent died so suddenly it was still in motion when its legs stopped moving. It skidded to a halt amidst the fallen leaves while its flesh began to dissolve. Red mist filled the air, gently drifting towards the jade blooms pond.

The oniwyrm emerged a moment later, bursting from between two trees, towering high above the group. The body looked like a huge snake, with overlapping green scales. Its face, though, was nothing of the sort. It looked like a wooden mask, the kind used in old plays. The creature caught sight of the dead rodent, and went in to sniff it. Then, mask of the beast opened up, revealing five jaws arranged in a circle, each one with hooked teeth. Then it paused, apparently seeing the red mist for the first time.

That was when the petal demon emerged from its nest. The petal demon was much smaller than the oniwyrmonly about two meters tall, with petal-like frills. It stalked forward like a bog lion, mane of petals flaring as it hissed out a warning. As it moved, moss grew beneath its feet so that its steps were completely silent.

The oniwyrm drew back, rising up high enough its head scraped the bottom branches of the tall trees around the clearing. That was when the petal demon fired five beams of light, each one from the tip of a petal, then charged forward, letting out a burst of green mist as it did. The oniwyrm roared again, this time in pain, and started moving to flee, but it had failed to notice roots from the jade bloom wrapping around it.

What followed was a short but brutal tussle between the petal demon and the oniwyrm. The flesh-dissolving field of the jade bloom had taken a moment to pierce the wyrms thick scales, but once it was at work, the oniwyrms body was being quickly ripped from its skeleton. Meanwhile, the petal demon used its twisting vine-like limbs to wrestle the creature down to the ground where more roots from the jade bloom emerged, tying the creature to the ground. The oniwyrm got a single bite off on the petal demon, but no blood came from the wound; instead, it immediately began to grow back, the plant-flesh weaving itself together with small vines.

Move, Feng said.

Mirian took a moment longer, fascinated by the jade blooms natural spellwork, before a prod from Gabriel got her moving.

That was clever, Mirian whispered as they quickly moved through the jungle again.

Yeah, were not the usual petal demon food, so they wont prioritize us. But, you know, if you were a horrible myrvite that ate just about anything, you wouldnt say no to an egg-roll with legs, Gabriel whispered back.

Is that are we egg-rolls with legs?

Obviously, the other Prophet said.

Behind them, they heard the dying gasp of the oniwyrm, and then silence. Gradually, as they moved farther from the predators, the chatter of insects and birds resumed.

Twice more, Feng redirected their route, looking more and more concerned each time.

Finally, a few hours later, they saw the next rest point. It was a stout, stone building, half buried in the ground, with large trees looming over it. The stone walls were cracked where roots had penetrated.

This is no good, one of the carvaneers said. She was mixing Adamic and Gulwenen, but Mirian could pick up on the gist of it. Why didnt we head back to the main path?

Because it was blocked, Feng said. You saw the shadows in the undergrowth. You think you can outrun a light eater?

We have daylight. We could still head back east to rejoin the safer route.

Feng shook his head. Too many warning calls coming from that direction. And, Snake Mountain is between us and that trail now. This path isnt in good shape, but it works. Ive been this way twice before. We wont get lost.

The other caravaneer looked like she wanted to argue, but decided against it. Fengs reputation, Mirian was coming to find, was beyond excellent, and now she could see why. With only his knowledge of the environment and careful positioning, hed just avoided four lethal predators.

They entered the derelict stronghold cautiously. There were several types of fungus growing out of a refuse pile, but no myrvites. The enchantments that had once guarded the place were all broken.

Feng led the maursaurs into a fenced-off stable area, where they immediately began to munch on the mushrooms that were growing. Then he joined two of the caravaneers who were staring at the door mechanism, arms akimbo.

The hinges fell off, one of them said. We cant stay here without a proper door. Either we

Mirian didnt particularly want to hear the argument. Shed just seen how much mana a jade bloom used when it was tethering prey, and she was quite sure that the predatory myrvites couldnt detect auric mana as well as the caravaneers feared. She used shape iron to pick up the hinges, reattaching them to the thick wooden door by using shape wood to anchor them. Done, she said, and then turned her attention to the broken enchantments while the caravaneers gawked at her. If you thought that was impressive, youre certainly in for a surprise, she thought, amused.

When the others were busy, she talked quietly with Gabriel again. What did you do last time?/p>

I just repaired the heat stone glyphs because I dont like cold food and the scent-masking glyphs on those two walls. We didnt get attacked, so it must have worked.

Mirian shrugged. They only had so many magical inks with them for enchanting, but that wouldnt take much. Ill do those, then. That would give her more time to train with Ibrahim, which was what she wanted. He was teaching her The Sheathed Blade Splits the Light, which was similar to the Sinister Hand auramancer stance, except instead of extending spell resistance outward, it focused it inward, concentrating the effect so that it only protected the user. The soul flow was similar to what she was used to, and so she picked it up quickly. The one she was more interested in was The Desert Flower Blooms Without Rain. That one, she was having more difficulty mastering.

Shed also tried and failed to assume two dervish forms at once. It was certainly related to whatever soul-ascension Ibrahim had achieved, and the longer she studied the flow of his soul, the more she was convinced that certain soul-ascensions were incompatible like her father had said. Even with the flexibility of flow shed gained from Ceiba Yan, she couldnt see how she could make the simultaneous flows she was picking up from Ibrahim work without sacrificing the beneficial flows she was using in the sub-outer layer of her soul.

As for Ibrahims lessons, shed moved from trying to teach him arcane magic to celestial magic.

He was picking that up quite a bit faster. This is easier. Why didnt we start with this? he told her that evening.

Plenty of people think its harder, she said. Ive come to think magic is like anything in life. Some people pick it up easier, some people pick it up with more difficulty. Just like music, calligraphy, or playing cards.

Ibrahim snorted. Whos ever had trouble picking up how to play card games?

Mirian grinned at him.

The dervishs eyes grew wide. You cant be serious.

She shrugged, and he just shook his head in mock anguish.

That night, Mirians sleep was shallow. The dark of the Jiandzhi was full of howls and screams.

***

Feng spent most of the next morning going on a careful walk around the stronghold. We go southwest, he said when he returned.

That path hasnt seen a caravan in a decade! one of the others exclaimed.

The western path takes us up the pass. Theres too many mist jellies that way. I was watching them float past all morning.

The other caravaneers eyes went wide. Mist jellies dont hunt together.

Feng said nothing.

They moved southwest, following the marusaurs slow pace.

An hour later, they came across several torn up saddlebags and a dead marusaur.

Another caravan, Gabriel muttered. Then, from off in the woods, they heard a scream of terror.

Survivors! one of the caravaneers said, heading in that direction.

Wait! Feng said, grabbing the other mans arm. We check, but we check carefully.

They crept forward through the jungle. Ibrahim kept his hand on the pommel of his sword. Mirian looked to Gabriel.

Youll see, he said in a low voice.

Another terrible scream pierced the jungle, this time closer.

They stopped suddenly, and Feng looked to the other caravaneers and shook his head. He clutched his light charm and muttered a prayer. Altrukyst, your fellow travelers rest on the path now. May their families and friends find the courage to continue on their own roads. May they find peace under the veil of the sky. Life is our jewel we treasure; as their suffering has ended, let this treasure be passed down. Your soul is freed from grief and possession. Let it be born anew to joy and prosperity.

There was another scream, close now, but no one made a move.

There was a great tree in front of them, its huge branches arching over them like an umbrella. It seemed like a peaceful grove at first, but crouched in the bushes, they could now see the source of the screams.

Ten travelers dangled from the branches, suspended by thorny vines that wrapped around them so that only their legs and feet were visible, dangling.

An Emperors Tree, Gabriel whispered. Named that because political commentary isnt always subtle. No emperors in Zhighua anymore, but the name stuck.

Another scream. This time, Mirian could see it was coming directly from the tree. Some sort of spirit-construct that created an auditory illusion. Without the corpses dangling from the tree, the area looked harmless. The other caravan had diverted this way. Theyd been dead for a few days now.

A nasty way to go, Mirian thought as their group retreated away from the predatory tree.

Feng was having a low conversation with the others. Ten in the tree. There were likely four more, but I dont see any sign of them. Well keep a look out. Everyone knows to find a stronghold and wait.

Another shook his head. Too far from the usual trail. They would have risked going east to find the better traveled hideouts.

Maybe. Ill keep an eye out for signs.

That was Shao Cais group, one of the women said quietly, letting a piece of one of the torn marusaur bags fall back to the ground. I know his wife. Ill tell her.

Mirian watched them reorganize the marusaurs and move out again. Such a pity they wont live, she thought. But then again, who will? She turned again to Gabriel. This is all very dramatic, but I want to know when the attack is that you need me for.

And ruin the surprise?

From a dozen feet away, Mirian saw Ibrahim mouth the words, ambush predator.

Gabriel, thankfully, hadnt noticed. Fine, fine. Four hours from now. They find one of the old caverns, but theres a cave maw in there. Uh, thats a fungal myrvite, sort of like what we just saw, but it pretends to be stalactites and stalagmites instead and crushes sleeping victims. So we all ran outside to relocate. A band of light eaters picked off most of the group. Three of us made it to another cavern, but its not set up for defense. By morning, we were exhausted, and thats when the big nasty guy shows up. Dont know what its called.

Why not simply kill the cave maw?

With arcane magic? Its burrowed in the stone ceiling and floor. Real bitch to dig out.

Mirian shrugged. Either I can take care of it, or the necromancer can.

Gabriel rolled his eyes. Should have just sent you south to begin with. I could be relaxing in a palace right now.

Mirian stopped and looked at him. It wasnt her usual anger, but something related. A simmering resentment. Are you saying youre useless? That you serve no purpose in this timeloop? That theres nothing you can contribute to saving Enteria? She let the illusion drop from her eyes so that they went from gray to glowing silver.

Gabriel stopped too, the amusement draining from his face. It was a joke.

Mirian continued staring at him. If you cant save me three days worth of time she thought, her eyes settling on the void in his soul where the temporal anchor was hiding.

A joke. Five hells, lighten up a bit, he said, and turned away.

Mirian recast the illusion over her eyes.

The cave maw, when they got to it, was burrowed deep in the ceiling and floor. Mirian used necromancy to bind and kill it. Pieces of it still remained, so she used shape stone to trap the remains deep in the stone. With no source of nutrients, and no way to grow out, it would eventually wither and die.

For the first time, the caravaneers started looking at her the way people did when they realized what she could do. Together with Jei, she grew thin bars of quartz to block off the cave entrance.

That night, light eaters stalked about, but their acid spit couldnt dissolve the quartz. They tried sneaking in through spaces in the fourth dimension, but Gaius was standing watch. After he killed a few,they scattered in search of easier prey. By then, the caravaneers were badly shaken.

The route is not usually like this, Feng said over breakfast. He kept glancing over at the dessicated body of one of the light eaters the necromancer had killed. Its six sinewy legs were lined with spikes, and three snake-like heads had far too many teeth.

Mirian dismantled her crystal portcullis. As soon as they were outside the cave, though, she felt a tremor in the ground.

Back in the cave, Feng said.

She shook her head. No. This will only get worse. The sooner we push through, the easier this will be.

Lady, I dont care if youre Sun Shuen come again. The only thing that makes the ground shake like that is a lesser titan.

Im aware of that, thank you, she said, letting the illusion spell over her eyes dissolve.

More tremors shook the jungle floor. She heard branches snapping as the lesser titan pushed through the forest. Feng and the other caravaneers began to retreat back into the cave, slowly, to avoid sudden movements. The beast emerged from between two trees, the top of it brushing the lower canopy. It looked a lot like Apophagorga, but smaller, and with lots of tusks rather than tentacles. It was covered in too many eyes, dozens of vestigial wings, and the strange, grayish flesh that Elder creatures often had.

That, Gabriel said, is the fucker that ate me.

Mirian smiled, though the smile didnt touch her eyes. Then lets put it down. Ibrahim?

The dervish drew his sword. His soul began to blaze. This ought to be fun, he said with a grin.

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