PreCursive

  I didn’t have time to see what I had stolen from the dead man. I could do that ter, when I wasn’t in the middle of a giant battle.

  I let out the breath I was holding, thumbing the activation swity spear. The body of the man I had killed slumped to the floor with my on’s retra. Exhausted, I stood up off of the corpse to look around.

  I found most of the battlefield looking back at me, having recovered from Fade’s straack. Both allied and enemy forces.

  I froze uhe weight of their stare.

  Shit.

  Cautiously, I backed up until I was standio the exhausted and slumped-over form of my Spirit Wolf. I bent down slowly, gathering him up to hold in my free arm.

  That seemed to be the signal to break the battlefield out of their stupor.

  With a resounding cry from across the battlefield, one of the pirates gutted a Guard that had chosen to stop and watch me.

  Things devolved from there.

  Fighting broke out again, attention falling away from me for the most part. But not all of it. A rge group of Guards broke out of the crowd and began sprinting my way causing my eyes to widen in arm. I swiftly started bag up to the room that held Honoka, hoping I might be able to barricade myself in there.

  I have worried.

  With a bellow, Curloch barreled into the group of advang Guards, knog one off of their feet and gutting another with his hand scythe. Morlow and Laryn followed after their friend, battering the Guards with their mad quarterstaff as well. After knog one of the Guards back with a blow from his mace, Morlow turo me. “Git goin’!” He shouted at me, blog a blow from anuard. “We got this bunch!”

  I him hurriedly and turned around to make for Honoka’s room.

  Thanks guys.

  I found that Sylvia was way ahead of me, waving my form inside hurriedly. When I dashed through the opening, Sylvia smmed the door shut and then dragged a nearby chair uhe hao block it. With a sigh, she turned around to face me.

  Sylvia was looking a little rough. My Sculpted friend actually had multiple dents in her metallic skin, and even had a rent in it visible on her left arm. That armuy had been a little to for the two of us to handle, and a bad match up for our abilities as well. If it hadn’t been for Fade showing up out of nowhere and demonstrating odd new abilities…

  I tried to put it out of my mind. We still had something to do. Carefully, I id the exhausted form of my wolf on a nearby table. I kneeled down and smoothed back the fur on his small head. “The hell are you doing here, little guy,” I murmured to him, before shaking my head. “Well, whatever. Thanks for the save.”

  Fade just tiredly licked my hand in response, before his head slumped down on his paws.

  I stood up, looking around or Sylvia. I found her kneelio the bound form of Honoka, slumped over and mao a chair. I approached the duo.

  “How is she?” I asked Sylvia, reag around to rummage around in the small bag at the small of my back.

  Sylvia flicked her eyes my way and stood up with a frown. “Merely unscious, I believe. She…appears to have been mistreated. I’m unsure of her general dition.”

  Before I could say anything in response, a dry, aged voice spoke up first. “Oh, I’ve beeer. But I’m not dead yet.”

  Both Sylvia and I turo face the voice, to find that Honoka was awake now and watg the two of us with exhausted eyes. This was my first time seeing her in full.

  She looked like someone’s granny. Well, I suppose in the same way that you could say that Grey looked like someone’s grandpa.

  Honoka looked like a well-aged elderly woman. If I had to put ao her physical appearance, I would say she looked like she was in her sixties. I khat was only an illusion, though. If she was a porary of Grey’s and looked that old, she had to be almost as old as he was. Maybe like eight or nine hundred or something. Despite her age, she was still beautiful in her own way. I could tell that this woman had probably been dht geous in her prime. Her snow-white hair was long and unbound right now, reag o the floor. Funnily enough, even though she was sitting down, I would guess she might be a little bit taller than Grey. From her haggard features peered two intensely e eyes, surprisingly sharp for her apparent exhaustion.

  Said eyes were examining the two of us closely. She looked me over before visibly dismissing my form and turning to face Sylvia. Her gaze softened when she saw my Sculpted friend.

  “Sylvia, my girl,” Honoka said with a small, tired smile. “e to rescue me, have you?”

  Sylvia immediately kneeled back dowo Honoka. She y a hand over one of hers, visibly troubled by the fact that it was mao the arm of the chair. Despite that, I was still able to see the two of them csp hands together. “I have, Lady Honoka,” Sylvia said softly.

  I shuffled in pce, unfortable. I felt like I was eavesdropping on a private moment. I wihough, when a cry from outside the door reminded me we were on a time limit. There was still a battle going on out there.

  I cleared my throat, causing Sylvia to look at me and Honoka’s eyes to snap my way. “Excuse me,” I said, somewhat unfortable from the iy of Honoka’s gaze. “But we really o get going. Uh, Lady Honoka, do you…know where the keys to your s are? Maybe where the trol ste is for your…?” I gestured to the colr around her neck.

  Honoka snorted. “Who’s this?” She asked Sylvia bluntly, dismissing me.

  My eyebrow twitched.

  “This is Father’s nerentice, Lady Honoka,” Sylvia answered with a smile. She me. “We’re here to free you.”

  This time Honoka gave me a more assessing look. “So, the old goat took audent, eh?” She scoffed. “Not much to look at. How is this little boy going to free me? That upstart Leonard robbed me of everything I’ve ever worked for with this brand, so I 't help you.”

  She didn’t sound the ti bit bitter over that. Not at all.

  “That’s what I was trying to ask you,” I said between gritted teeth. Little boy, am I? “Where’s the trol ste for your colr?”

  “This isn’t a sve colr, fool,” Honoka said sfully. “It’s just a regur one, built for yanking me around. Leonard stamped me with some form of sve brand that doesn’t need a real sve colr. Acc to that braggart, he ‘pioneered’ a ype of brand that bines both an exploding colr and a brand into one.”

  I bli that, tilting my head in thought.

  Huh.

  “That,” I said out loud. “Actually sounds like it makes my job easier.”

  Honoka looked startled at that, blinking at me in fusion.

  “Father was branded as well, Lady Honoka,” Sylvia said to the old bat. “Natha him while they were both sves, and he developed a way to break the sve bond. He freed both of them.”

  While Sylvia was expining things to Honoka, I was taking my test Bond Breaker out of my pouch. This one was a bit smaller than my usual. I’d found that I didn’t o make them quite as rge as the first few were. Those had been enrged because the design had been based on a Ward Breaker, and he extra runic spad Aetheric capacity. This one was smaller and looked even more like just a regur dinner fork now.

  Still, Honoka clearly reized part of the design. She rocked ba her chair as much as she was able to. “That’s a damn Ward Breaker,” She said, shocked. “The hell are you doing with that?”

  “It’s not a Ward Breaker,” I said to her, impatiently tapping the device against my palm. I was keenly aware of the time we were wasting as I tried to reassure this old woman. “It’s based on the design, but it’s not one. I call them Bond Breakers. Sylvia, you expose the brand for me?”

  Sylvia me, then turhe chair that Honoka was sitting in around and started to bare her left shoulder of the rags c it. Before I lost sight of Honoka’s face, I saw it sched up ihought. I shook my head and approached the woman. When I reached her, I examined her sve brand.

  Yeah, it was different alright. To someone who hadn’t seen as many sve brands as I had, it would look pretty much the same. But to me, I could tell that the runic sequence burned into her skin was, in a word, more advanced. It was tighter, denser. Hell, it looked more effit to my eyes. And right about...there, I think I could make out a runic sequence for a lethal explosion.

  I didn’t like that. I didn’t like that at all.

  I hoped the Warden hadn’t mao distribute this design.

  I was knocked out of my iion by Honoka speaking again. “I uand the idea,” She said, suddenly much more reasonable. “And I see how it would work. But on mi’ll probably set off the explosion.”

  “Yeah,” I said, troubled. This wasn’t the time for seething over a few minor insults. “I see that, now that I’ve got a look at the design. I get Grey’s help ter, and try to make a new Breaker to work on this design. But for n-”

  Honoka sharply shook her head without turning to face me. “No time, boy. On a normal person, the explosion would probably instantly kill them. But if your ‘Bond Breaker’ works as it should, then I take it. If my Status instantly returns to me, then Leonard's piddly little explosion will pass over me like a fart in the wind.” This time, she turned her head to fix me with a sharp, eager glint in her eye. “Do it. But move back right after you do.”

  Okay…

  I exged a look with Sylvia. “Will you be able to stay awake when your Status returns? Grey passed ht after his did.”

  Honoka scoffed. “I’m not some pansy little Magi, boy. I’m a Cultivator. Physical strain is what we’re built for.”

  Hey.

  I…actually, sort of, kind of resemble that remark.

  “All right then,” I said, raising my Breaker and positioning it over Honoka’s brand. “I guess we’re doing this. Sylvia, move back,” When Sylvia was out of the bst radius, I preemptively raised Sylvan Vigor to half, ready t back. At the st moment, I remembered to sheathe my Breaker in The Stilnt Bde as well. This woman might have skin as tough as Grey’s had been. “On three then. Owo…three!”

  I jabbed my handheld bident into her back over the brand, grunting as I leaned my full weight on it to pierce Honoka’s rock-hard skin. O was in, I depressed the activation rune and immediately sprang backward as hard as I could.

  Good thing I did.

  Honoka had been right.

  An explosio off in the small, cramped room. Most of the sound and force was directed inward at Honoka, but enough escaped the bst radius to rattle the walls and momentarily deafe startled Fade from his impromptu nap as well, I see.

  But I was mostly paying attention to the smoke that was obsg Honoka’s position.

  “Lady Honoka…?” Sylvia called out, worried. “Are you…all right?”

  Suddenly, a bright crimson fme appeared in the smoke, bright enough to pierce through it. A gust of wied from within the smoke oments ter, revealing Honoka.

  She looked…more than all right.

  The bst had destroyed the chair that she had been mao. The older woman was standing upright under her own power with one hand raised. In that hand, a bound fme the color of freshly spilled blood danced. Without turning to face us, Honoka ched that hand tightly.

  That fme didn’t die. It just started to cover her entire body in a monstrously powerful, firey aurora of a simir shade. As I watched, the s, colr, and mahat were attached to her body melted away, running in silver rivulets down her body. Strangely, her priss didn’t burst into fme from either the molteal or her aura.

  Honoka finally turo face us, with an eager, dangerous grin on her suddenly revitalized features. The woman looked at least ten years younger. “Oh, I’m just fine and dandy, my dear,” She said with a smirk. Her long, still-white hair was flowing in a ent wind behind her. “I just o go have a…chat with young Leonard. If you’ll excuse me.” She stalked forward, causing the two of us to move out of her way instinctively. She paused for a moment wheiced Fade, direg her attention to me after a moment with an assessing gaze. She tilted her head thoughtfully and then me. “I owe you oer this, boyo.”

  I didn’t get a ce to answer her. She just tiowards the door, walking straight through when she reached it. The door pletely disied, leaving not even ash behind. Outside the door frame, I saw her form erupt into a bonfire inferno of blood-red fmes, rge enough to presumably brush the ceiling. Two massive bird-like wings formed from that fme, seemingly growing from her back.

  Honoka began to float out of my line of sight, but I still heard her voice.

  “LEONARD!” She bellowed out into the suddenly deathly silent hall. “I HAVE A BOO PICK WITH YOU!”

  I saw her streak across the length of the hall in an instant to impact the shield dome where Grey and the Warden’s duel was . It shattered into a million, fragmentary pieces at her touch.

  Meanwhile, I was looking at Syliva with a shocked look on my face. “Kind of…intense, isn’t she?”

  Sylvia sighed and nodded. “She usually is.”