Chapter Three Hundred And Fifty Eight – 358The Deepking and Garox led them through a door cleverly hidden in the walls. It was huge, clearly sized for some grand procession or creatures of far greater dimensions than the Nym themselves. The Abyssal Serpent fit quite easily, and the enchanted flows of water along its length had obviously been modified by the Naga to make upward traversal a comfortable prospect for them. Who precisely had laid the inscripted arrays was put to rest as Garox altered a sigil on the fly as they moved, increasing the amount of water that poured in from above so that all of them would be able to make use of the tunnel at once.
His people were nervous, but settling to an extent. The Deepking, the Horror, the restoration of the Templeall of it was enough to inure someone to new surprises. At least to an extent. His friends were no exception, and as their ice barge was pulled up the large tunnel by another pair of Naga, it was like their lips were all unfrozen.
"So. Snakes," Evie said. "You're the snake king now."
"Please, Aren," Atar said in a haughty tone. Alister watched them both with a faint smile on his face. "He's the Naga King."
"My apologies," she said, offering him an elaborate bow. "I hope I have not offended hiss Majesty."
Felix groaned. "You're killing me, Evie."
The woman looked shocked, and even placed an outraged hand against her chest. "Me? An assasssssin?"
"Oh my god!"
This passage was far calmer than the tumultuous one that brought them down, and in less than ten minutes their group exited the waterlogged tunnel and exited into another series of long hallways. Garox and the Deepking still led the way, the latter parting the waters with his immense body while they all swept along in his wake. Now that Felix knew what to look and feel for, he could sense a number of other secret passages throughout the halls. Where they led he was unsure, and the stone of the Temple still kept his Perception confined to the interior, but it was nice to feel more aware of his surroundings.
Finally, they were led into a tilted dome, where the Temple itself had once been shattered. Already the repair function was reconstructing the shattered dome, with traceries of gold and silver building new stone atop old. For now, however, the wall was open to the elements and a curtain of liquid hung across their path, flowing smoothly across the gaping hole but not rushing into the Temple. It was all dark, like an evening sky just before the sun sets.
"Impressive," Zara said. "A major ward is a difficult array to fashion with such fidelity."
Garox bowed to her, accepting the compliment. "It is the work of our ancestors, one which we have maintained for an Age. We have not the Skill to replicate it, sadly, but it protects us here. Beyond this point, the Haestus spreads wide. We must prepare before venturing out into its waters."
The Deepking spoke this time, coiling his huge body around their barge and all but filling the shattered dome. "We are a hundred lengths beneath the lake's surfaceten of your Human leaguesfar enough that most creatures will die long before they escape. If you will allow me, my Lord, I shall cast a warding on all of your people so that they may survive the depths."
Felix exchanged a quick look with his friends. "I don't see why not. Go ahead."
The Deepking chanted something in his rumbling voice, and the Abyssal Serpent's scales lit up from within as Mana steamed off his body. It was a deep, deep blue and it reached out as the king finished his chant, winding around each and every one of Felix's company. Himself included.
Status Condition: Sunken Ward!
Waterbreathing and protection against the pressure of the depths has been woven around your Body.
Duration: 1 hour.
Very nice. Felix fought off the urge to eat the spell, instead letting it wrap around him like a gossamer cloak. The abyss inside him was still happily munching away at the Horror's Essence, but it was greedyFelix could feel it stretch out toward the Sunken Ward before he forced it back. Not that it typically did anything without his consent, not for months. In fact, there was a good chunk of his own Mind that wanted Sunken Ward for himself. It could prove useful, were he able to extract a Skill from its Mana pattern. No. What are you gonna do? Ask they cast it twice on you? That'd be awkward. Just...just let it go.
Four Nagafolk lined up in the water beside the ice barge, their ridged backs wide enough to accommodate all of his people were they to split up. That was a relief, actuallytheir swimming speed was doubtless faster than what his people could manage alone, and he wouldn't be required to figure out how to get them to the surface alone. The Henaari climbed aboard with fascinated expressions, each of them inspecting different parts of the Nagafolks' backs, while the Risi were more stolid about it. They climbed atop them and hunkered down, intent only on keeping their weapons free and easy to draw. The Legions were more scattered, ranging from fearful to curious, but the firm hand of Darius had them in place in no time.
A pale green Naga rose up next to Felix, offering its ridged back. "Settle atop my back, if it please you, Returned God."
"Ah, thank you..." Voracious Eye flared and Felix smiled. "Le'lani. I appreciate you offering to help us like this."
The Naga tilted her head, regarding him with eyes the color of cool iron. Cautious fear swirling among her Spirit. Like the other three Naga escorts, she was strong but did not hold a candle to Felix's own power, and somehow she could tell. The shock in her eyes was enough to tell that. "We serve."
Felix had a few complicated emotions about that declaration, but he pushed them aside for the moment. His first responsibility was to get his company out from the bottom of a lake. The ethics of claiming divinity could wait until later. From atop Le'lani, Felix looked up at the Deepking. "Our thanks for this," he said.
"It is the least we can do for you, Returned God. I only wish I myself could escort you...but there is much to be done. The rest of my people must know of your arrival, and that you shall lead us against the vile Fathom when next you return." He nodded far below him, where Garox's much smaller shape waited. "Garox will lead you all toward the shoreline, and from there guide you on your divine mission. If you need anything else, you have but to ask."
Felix nodded. Hesitated. "There is one last thing..."
"Name it and I shall do it, Returned God."
Chthonic Tribute!
"Can you cast that warding on me again? Mine seems to have faded."
There was rude, and there was stupid. Perhaps he wouldn't get the chance to consume the spell before it faded, or something else unforeseen would happen. Better to cover his bases while he still could.
The water of Lake Haestus was really, really cold but none of them could properly feel it. Felix could tell, Perception being a weird extension of his literal senses, but the Sunken Ward prevented the cold, pressure, or downright filth in the water from touching them. That said, it did nothing to stop his vision, for which he was extremely grateful.
Atop Le'lani, Felix (and Pit converged within his Spirit) had a wide view of the darkened depths around them. Water Mana swirled with shadow and flickers of other, stranger colors. They passed over his sight so quickly he couldn't identify them, only serving to highlight the sprawling swathe of fallen architecture all around them. Columned porticos and sagging triangular roofs proliferated, smaller structures that were part of a grander whole. It had been an entire complex at one point, but now individual structures all leaned haphazardly against one another, separated by rocky shelves and maze-like growths of pale coral. Fish and other, more sinuous shapes flickered through the periphery, the smaller creatures driven out by the naked aggression emanating from their Naga escorts.
Garox swam ahead, his swords sheathed but his body primed with swirls of deepest blue Mana. As they passed several tangled fronds of seaweed, each bigger than one of their Naga escorts, those swirls slashed outward. Swords of water Mana severed the plants with precision, cutting free just enough space for the Naga to slip through, under, or over the crumbled arches and tilted passages of the Temple complex. A few times they had to dive deeper than before, and Felix caught glimpses of muted light that wasn't just more Mana vapor. Sigils and array lines of gold and silver almost boiled in the dark water, casting shifting shadows through stone and plant matter, and Felix could hear the song of the Temple repairing itself ever so slowly.
> Felix asked Garox, his voice warbling along the Sunken Ward. All of them were connected in a loose sort of fashion, allowing for a measure of communication so long as they were near one another.
The Spirit Naga did not stop as he inspected the next tilted thoroughfare. > Garox paused, looking back at Felix uncertainly. >
> Felix sent, firmly. >
Garox shifted, his Spirit tumbling with a confusing mixture of sounds. He bowed deeply at his humanoid waist. >
At his back, Vess chuckled. Her Spirit hummed in approval. >
Felix shot a look over his shoulder. >
> Vess sent, flexing her legs around the curve of Le'lani's ridged back. >
Pit snorted within his Spirit, amusement echoing across their bond.
Shut up, you.
They continued on, until the fallen ruins of the sunken Temple were left behind and only the craggy expanse of deep water trenches lay before them. A massive tangle of seaweed rose all about the area, a veritable forest compared to the solitary copses around the Templeeasy to hide in as they swam for the surface.
> Harn sent, the Naga he rode with Evie and a contingent of Legionnaires. >
Another serpent rode from the dark ruins, this one bearing Atar, Alister, and the majority of the Arclight Legion. Their artillery snake, Felix mused to himself. The rest of the Legion were on Le'lani with him. None aboard Atar's Naga looked particularly excited to be swimming through the dark waters with barely enough light to see, let alone case spells. Yet Felix thought he could a particular revulsion emanating from the fire mage.
Weird. He really doesn't like the water, huh? Felix thought, and Pit trilled at him. Images came to him of A'zek recoiling from a too deep river in the Foglands, along with Pit's whistling laughter. Kindred spirits, I suppose.
Mm, Pit sent, too amused with himself to answer fully.
> Darius said as his group neared. Dawnguard rode behind him and Zara, their attention split into as many directions as they had members, all of them looking like the picture of battle-ready. Meanwhile the Frost Giants were all latched nervously onto the largest of their Naga escorts. The massive serpents were eerie in the dark waters, their eyes reflecting minute light and seeming to glowthey clearly made the Hand nervous, for all that they bore no aggression or ill will toward Felix or his people. >
Low mutters of assent met Darius' command, but Felix wasn't paying attention to them. Instead he focused on Garox who had come swimming steadily back to them after scouting the seaweed forest.
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