Chương 245: Chapter 244 - Moldy Air

With the last of his measured steps he could feel it. The dissonance in the air was physical, fate essence bouncing off walls and floors like something had shaken a sealed container and cracked it open. The air tasted of copper and warm static. His skin registered each pulse of errant essence before his mind named it. But nothing escaped him. Not yet.

"Found it," he said. His voice came out strained. It had taken him longer than he wanted. By the time he located the source he had already mapped everything around it, the surrounding streets, the positions of the frozen civilians, the radius of the collapse effect. He knew this town now the way you know the layout of a room you have slept in for a week. Port Vexis was the back of his hand. Beyond him, a massive crater split the fabric of space itself. Not a clean hole.

A slash, thin and precise, drawn across the air like someone had taken a blade to the surface of reality and dragged it. The edges vibrated at a frequency he could feel in his back teeth. He studied it. A gateway to the domain. Not a rift. The system announcements were absent, whatever forces outisde the realms that governed the specter was not a rhing inside domains. Whatever this opening was, it had not been constructed through standard rift mechanics. That meant no forced trial, no resonance drain on entry.

It also meant no mapped interior, no prior classification data, no guarantee of anything on the other side, except the domain of Mercyros which he knows well by now. He took a step toward it. A figure stepped out from behind the pillar to his right. He flinched. The Chain of Heart was in its idle state. It covered his spatial awareness at a radius of several meters in all directions. Nothing should have been able to move into that radius without triggering it. He stood corrected.

He thought of Ayame appearing under the blood moon, materializing at his side as though the space between them had simply not applied to her. He had filed that away as an exception. Maybe his perception was degrading. Maybe the collapse was interfering with the chain's sensitivity. He shelved the question and focused on what was in front of him. It was a girl. Six years old. Maybe younger.

She was holding a half eaten loaf of bread against her chest with both arms, cradling it the way you would hold something you were afraid someone might take. Her clothes were damp. The rain had started sometime in the last few minutes, heavy drops coming down through the gold saturated air and hitting the stones with a flat, isolated sound that carried too far in the absence of all other noise.

"Hmm," Alice said. Her voice carried its usual composed register but with a note of mild surprise underneath it.

"It is a small child. She appears to be lost." He nodded. Rain hit his hair and ran down through the fog around his features. He could feel his clothes pulling heavy against his skin. He took a step closer. The girl looked up. Her eyes were hollow. Deep and still, with nothing reflective in them, as though the gold light all around them simply refused to enter. He flinched again, barely. He controlled it faster this time.

"Hi mister! My name is Senna!" She smiled. It was a complete and uncomplicated smile, with nothing behind it that he could read as performance. He gave a small wave. He did not know what else to do with her.

"I am from the orphanage just down in the lower district of Port Vexis. Have you ever been there? They make wonderful loaf bread." She held it up slightly as evidence. This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. Alice let out a breath that landed somewhere between a sigh and a note of reluctant affection.

"That is genuinely useful information," she said, with the dry precision of someone who meant the exact opposite. Then, more directly: "What do we do, Lucid? I defer to your judgment here. Reluctantly." He moved closer and dropped to one knee in front of the girl, bringing himself level with her face. The rain came down on his shoulders. He looked at her eyes. Those hollow eyes.

Black as something poured rather than grown, with a depth that sat wrong for her face and her age and the bread she was holding like it was the most important thing in the world. He cleared his throat.

"Hi. My name is Lucid. I am just a traveler passing through." Rain fell between them. The drops hit the stone and the sound of each one was separate and distinct from every other.

"Lucid," she said slowly, tasting the syllables.

"Lucid." She smiled again.

"I like that name. It reminds me of—" Her voice trailed off. She did not finish the sentence. Whatever it had reminded her of had pulled her somewhere else for a moment and she had not come back from it. Alice's voice cut through the rain noise, sharp and precise.

"She serves no discernible purpose to our objective, Lucid. I would suggest—""Mister." Senna looked up at him.

"Can you accompany me to him?" He stopped.

"To whom?" He pulled down an interior door on Alice mid-sentence. He was not sure that was something he could actually do. But it worked.

"To the one who descended," Senna said. Her voice had changed registers. Still a child's voice, still small, but the distance in it was new, as though the words were arriving from somewhere further away than her mouth. His brow pulled together. His gaze narrowed.

'The one who descended.' He turned the phrase over. Someone or something that had come down from a position of elevation, the word descend carrying deliberate weight in the way she had said it. A being arriving from above. From elsewhere. From somewhere with altitude in the cosmological sense rather than the physical one. Mercyros. The girl would walk him straight to Mercyros. Through that gate and directly to whatever was at the center of the collapse. He looked at her. Then at the gate.

Then at the gold haze coating the sky above the town, the greenish vibration floating through the air like heat shimmer off stone in summer. The structural collapse was not slowing. The buildings drifting upward had moved another increment. The looping woman at the market stall was still resetting, still reaching, still finding nothing. Somewhere behind him Jing Xiu was managing a field amputation and watching the sky fall in slow motion.

If this continued without interruption the Domain boundary would dissolve completely. Everything inside it would become contiguous with the surrounding world. Everyone in the collapse radius would be subject to whatever rules Mercyros had established in that interior space, and those rules had not been designed with their survival as a priority. He stood up. He took a step toward the gate.

"Lucid." Alice's voice returned, not as a command this time. Quieter. Something in the register had shifted, the formality still present but sitting over something else, something that did not often surface in how she addressed him.

"Please." He stopped.

"I am asking you," she continued, "to consider what is on the other side of that gate with some care. Not as a strategic assessment. As a genuine request." A pause.

"You are not recovered. Your essence reserves are depleted. Your body is in a condition that the practitioner described in terms I found genuinely concerning. You are bleeding from your eyes with some regularity. And Mercyros is not something we have a working method to counter." He stood at the threshold and said nothing.

"You are not a coward for standing at this gate and choosing to think first," she said.

"That is not cowardice. That is the difference between courage and throwing yourself at something because you cannot stand the feeling of standing still." The rain came down heavier. It ran off his chin and the tips of his fingers. He thought about what lay inside. Not the plan, not the chain of consequence, but the actual territory. The interior of a domain belonging to an entity he had encountered once and survived through a combination of prepared allies and an unreliable degree of luck. He had no allies here.

He had a depleted essence reserve, a body that a practitioner had described as beyond saving, and a six year old girl holding a loaf of bread. He thought about the girl inside the rift he had tried to reach during the last encounter. The one he had not gotten to in time. He thought about the woman at the stall repeating the same motion until the collapse completed. He thought about what it would mean to walk through that gate unprepared and what it would mean to walk away and watch the town finish dissolving.

He stood there in the rain at the edge of the gateway and he did not move in either direction.

"Senna," he said. The girl looked up.

"Does he know you are coming?" She tilted her head and considered the question with the gravity of a child who takes questions seriously.

"He knows everything that happens near his home," she said. He looked at the gate. At the slash in the air and the darkness beyond it. Alice waited. She did not push. That restraint cost her something and he could feel it in the shared space between them. He exhaled.

'Not yet,' he thought.