“Swallow that anger,” Orthos said. “Use it to fuel the fire in your belly. Dragons sometimes lose, but they learn from their losses and come back stronger.”
“If I accept this loss, there is no coming back!”
“That’s not what’s setting your tail ablaze. If you had a choice between leaving alive and staying to compete with the Akura, what would you do?”
“Leave,” Lindon said immediately.
Orthos grunted thoughtfully, then heaved himself to his feet. “Give me a moment. Cycle your pure core.”
That was unusual. Normally Orthos would tell him to cycle Blackflame. But then, normally Orthos wasn’t the one telling him to keep his temper and think through a problem first.
At first, Lindon paced in restless frustration, irritated at having to follow instructions. But eventually he sat down in a cycling position and focused on his pure core.
He soon lost himself in a meditative trance, so he wasn’t sure how much time passed before Orthos returned. In his mouth, he carried a fist-sized chunk of what looked like shimmering blue chalk.
The turtle rolled the lump of chalk across the floor so it bumped into Lindon’s knee. “This,” he said, “is a gatestone. They come in different shapes and sizes, but crushing one will allow you to instantly return to one place. It is how the others have been escaping Ghostwater.”
Lindon’s eyes brightened and his heart cleared. This was the answer to all of his problems. He reached out for it before hesitating. “Where did you find this?”
“In one of the dreadbeast nests. A sacred artist must have died before using it.”
“Why didn’t you bring it before?”
“We didn’t need a way out before,” Orthos said, holding his gaze steady. “Now, you can decide: use this stone, or not.”
Of course he would. Lindon almost laughed out loud. But something else came out of his mouth.
“...why do you think he took Dross?”
Orthos said nothing, but Lindon’s mind started churning. Harmony already had an Eye of the Deep, so he had access to all of Ghostwater. What would he need a second one for? There was the possibility that he wanted Dross specifically, but there would have been no way for him to know that Lindon’s Eye was special before he stole it. Not unless he had access to the bloodline ability of the Arelius.
Maybe Harmony could have accessed the same observational security constructs that Dross had, but Lindon had no idea how likely that was. He had to assume that Harmony just needed another Eye.
Or perhaps he was acting to keep Lindon and Orthos locked inside Ghostwater as the world crumbled around him. Maybe he was just that cruel.
Lindon didn’t have enough information to speculate. But using the gatestone would leave Dross to whatever Harmony wanted to do with him.
And Lindon recognized that an Akura wouldn’t move for a cheap prize. He benefited from this in some way.
Lindon scooped up the stone...and slipped it into his one remaining pocket. Suriel’s marble glowed there, though he didn’t remember putting it away.
“Whatever he wants, we can’t leave Dross to him,” Lindon said at last. And whatever the Akura was after, he wanted a piece of it.
Orthos nodded as though he’d expected nothing different. “Once, you were weak. That boy is long dead, but his Remnant still haunts you.” He turned to drink from the Life Well. “Your weakness, Lindon, is thinking you are weaker than you are.”
Lindon opened his void key, reaching in and pulling out a tiny vial of purple water. He drank it down quickly, feeling his focus sharpen.
“I think I can see a way to break the script on the hatch,” Lindon said after a moment.
Orthos shook his head firmly. “No. We’re too weak.”
“You just said—”
“Prudent caution,” the turtle said. “That is where you should find yourself.”
Lindon spread his one remaining palm. “If we stay here, we’re leaving Dross to his fate.”
“Convince me we can defeat the Akura without him escaping to his family,” Orthos said. “Then I will allow it.”
“I can repair my arm with the hunger bindings inside the dreadbeasts,” Lindon said.
“That arm didn’t win you the last fight, did it?”
“We have some fresh Diamondscale meat. It will strengthen us both.”
“Slowly,” Orthos said. “If we’re going to wait another two weeks, we might as well use the gatestone at the last moment and be done.”
“There are supposed to be some spirit-fruits in this garden, and I still have water from the Spirit Well. I could reach Truegold, but that will take just as long.”
Orthos shifted in place. He glanced to the side, snapping up another piece of debris and eating it.
“...Orthos.”
“It doesn’t have to,” he admitted. “I have the power of a Truegold. I had to share it with you in small doses before, as neither your spirit nor mine could handle the burden.”
A light dawned in Lindon’s mind. “But now we can. And whatever madra you expend, you can replace with the Spirit Well water. Let’s go!” He sat down in a cycling position immediately, ready to begin.
“Listen, boy. You’re only a few weeks from Truegold on your own. Don’t rely on me for this last step.” He hesitated. “And nothing good comes from opposing the Akura family.”
Lindon rested a hand on the turtle’s head. “Dross has traveled with us for four weeks now. Would a dragon abandon an ally in time of need?”
Orthos grumbled.
Then he opened his spirit.
Harmony knelt before the jeweled tree, calming his madra, stilling his mind.
The two Eyes of the Deep sat in his pockets, one silently, the other one chattering. He ignored them both equally.
The Akura family had known more than the others all along; they ensured that their disciples got the real prize in this pocket world. Of the other factions who had joined them to periodically plunder Ghostwater, only the Ninecloud Court had the knowledge they did. But the Ninecloud delegate hadn’t made it inside this time, so Harmony would be the final recipient of Ghostwater’s treasure.
The tree that loomed over him was made of scripted metal, spiraling from the floor up to the ceiling. Instead of leaves, its branches held metal cages, and inside each cage: a sapphire.
Only about a third of the cages were filled, but the chamber still sparkled with light from the Eyes of the Deep.
Harmony withdrew the silent jewel from his pocket. There was a ritual necessary to prepare the construct before coming here; he had to carry the gem around the outside world, then give it a thorough tour of the state of Ghostwater.
For the previous month, he had carried the Eye around with him as he cycled and trained, letting it absorb information about the world. About him. It would add its knowledge to the collective in the tree.
In return for his efforts, he would be rewarded.
He knelt before the tree, holding the shimmering jewel before him like a supplicant. “Harmony of the Akura clan returns the Eye of the Deep to the place of its birth.”
Without his power activating it, script flared to life all over the tree. One branch bent down toward Harmony, its cage creaking open.
Carefully, Harmony placed the gem within. His family wasn’t sure to what degree the tree was aware of his behavior, but it had been known to punish rudeness. When the cage carried away the Eye of the Deep, Harmony bowed.
The jewel was restored to its state among the others, and a whispering voice echoed through the chamber.
“Ask...”
“What is the fastest path that I may use to reach Underlord?” Harmony asked. He had struggled with this question for weeks, regretting that he didn’t have a second chance to ask another question.