Argrave stood on the deck of the Sea Dragon, trying to dismiss the memories he’d made with Sophia here as a task of equal import demanded his attention. He could see it now, in as day: the siege engine that had rained hellfire down on Berendar for the better part of a month, utterly defying their expectations of an offensive from the Coalition. And from all the way down here, the situation seemed quite formidable.


    The sky tower looked like a great cumulonimbus. It was a dense billowing pir of clouds positioned high in the sky, with nothing beneath it but an unfathomable stretch of air. The top of it roared with thunder and glowed with lightning, and electricity danced all along its surface. Rings of power swirled around it—divinity manifest as pure energy. These rings of power would begin moving slowly, then elerate until they moved fast enough they were imperceptible. Then, the top of the sky tower would erupt in power, sending sts toward Vasquer and making the spinning rings halt. Half a minute this took, st after st after st. Almazora’s feat in defending against this thing was all the more impressive now that Argrave saw its source.


    Argrave looked at Raen, god of space, standing on the deck with him. The god’s bejeweled hand rested on his chin as he gazed up at this siege weapon. Argrave asked, “You’re the god of space; how big is it?”


    Raen nced at Argrave, disturbed from his thoughts, then looked back. “It’s seven miles high precisely.”


    “Seven miles off the ground, or seven miles high?” Argrave repeated in disbelief.


    “The tower is seven miles. Its peak is about forty-five thousand feet from the ground,” Raen rified.


    As Argrave reeled, another deity chimed in. “As fortified positions go, you can’t ask for much better than the sky,” Rook noted, leaning against the deck’s railing. “There’s a reason the heavens are known as the realm of the gods. Largely, only our kind can do battle up there. Your people aren’t well-suited for it. But even among gods, few have mastered the sky as Kirel Qircassia.”


    Anneliese leaned against Rowe’s staff as she watched. “It’s a blessing to us, I should think. How can the people of the Great Chu truly believe the gods aren’t interfering if this giant structure persists above them? Ji Meng’s intercession maye easy.”


    “I can think of half a dozen different ways the puppeteered imperial court might spin the tales,” Rook mused. “Just make any number of reasons up. They could say that the tower belongs to us, for instance. It’s our nefarious weapon. Simple, effective… and no way of disproving it.”


    “Now that we can see our goal, we should discuss our n,” Argrave reminded them before they veered too far away from the point.


    “I can tell you the most important information.” Lira walked to the very front of the deck, then pointed her finger upward. “Erlebnis and Qircassia both reside in the top of the tower. Beneath them, hundreds of thousands of divine servants lie in wait. The entrance to Qircassia’s realm lies at the top of the tower. Fortunately it’s fully melded to this mortal world, meaning that he can be killed there permanently. Nevertheless…”


    “He’s as fortified as he could possibly be,” Rook summarized. “The worst thing we could possibly do is allow our foes time to run back into the heart of their territory. I hope Sataistador understands this.”


    “Of course he does,” chided Lira. “That bastard knows war better than anyone, that much I’ll concede.”


    “We’ll face the harshest opposition on the shores of the Great Chu. The gods of the Qircassian Coalition wille out in force. Should we falter at all, Qircassia or Erlebnis might deign to descend to deliver a decisive blow,” Raen summarized.


    “…but they’ll nevere unless things are truly desperate for us,” Rook said, walking away from the railing.


    When silence came for a moment, Argrave interjected. “What I’m going to ask of you is simple. I know that what I’ve built is a match for most in this realm. But my people aren''t gods, and I can’t ask them to fight gods. Not here, not now.” He looked up to the sky. “That’s why I’d like to ask you to keep the two battlefields separate. The heavens above, where the gods dwell… and the earth below, where the mortals squabble.”


    All of the gods considered this, yet Lira looked at Raen.


    “With the god of space, that’s not’s merely doable—it would be ideal,” the aged god said. “It would spare your people casualties, and allow a monster like Law to fight freely without fear of coteral damage.”


    Rook nodded in agreement. “Raen can y support, separating the fields of battle. If Law’s our vanguard… I will say one thing. He’s every bit as terrifying as those two lurking in that tower. Or even Sataistador, lurking… wherever he’s lurking.”


    “It’ll be difficult…” Raen looked between Lira and Rook, before his gaze settled on Argrave. His eyes seemed infinite, but Argrave didn’t dare peer within. “…but not impossible. If Kirel descends, however, all bets are off.”


    “That’s unlikely. The battle isn’t pitched enough in his favor for him to risk his hide—they’ll fight a war of attrition before a straight slugging match any day. And once we stabilize things in the Great Chu, muster whatever forces we can, the sky tower awaits,” Argrave filled out the remainder of the n.


    “Basically so,” Lira agreed. “It’s the crux of their power in thisnd. There, injured gods might heal, new divine troops are born, and the webs woven into the imperial court remain. So long as it stands, their presence in the Great Chu cannot be fully removed. But… even for us gods, a tower of that height will be difficult to assault. We’d need an excellent point of attack—a mountain, from which magic springs naturally. Not amon phenomenon.”


    “We’ll have more time to get they of thend once our feet are on it. Our first objective should be to get a foothold, n our further advancement.” Argrave walked around as he thought through things.


    “Numerically, we’re still at disadvantage,” Anneliese continued, cautioning. “The Coalition has more gods than our Union. Qualitatively, however, I cannot deem our force inferior. Each and all here have left their name in history before, and I believe will leave it again. I theorize this will ultimately be like fighting up a stairwell, for us—with each step we advance upwards, the Great Chu still stands above. If they seed once, we fall… but once we reach the top, we will be at an equal level.”


    “Well spoken,” Raen agreed, and most other gods validated that perspective.


    Lira walked back up to their group. “I have some friends in the Great Chu as part of my connections. While they’ll be some help in the battle toe, they’re proving ample help before. We’lle upon the coastal fortifications of the Great Chu about midday tomorrow. I have some information about theposition of troops there, but the machinations of the gods are beyond these people.”


    “Argrave and I have ns to deal with the defense posed by the Great Chu,” Anneliese nodded. “All we need is reprieve from the gods—a battlefield between mortals alone, free of interruptions. If you can disy unimaginable power, it will be all the easier for the mortals of the Great Chu to break and rout. We don’t intend to wantonly ughter the people of thisnd. They’re needed for the trials ahead.”


    All of the gods nodded in quiet agreement. Argrave cast onest nce at the sky tower, then looked back at the assembled deities. “Barring the final details, we agree with the generalities. Morning tomorrow, when information is more avable, we can predict what’ll be done specifically. For now… we’re all prepared, aren’t we?”


    The gods gave their affirmation, and it was settled. This ckgard Union, born in the White nes, was to assault the millennia-old Qircassian Coalition in a bid to destroy two of the oldest gods to walk the earth.


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    “Bluntly put, Durran, I think you’ll end up being very important,” Argrave told his old friend. They sat at a secluded wooden table in the Sea Dragon.


    “Aren’t I already?” The tanned southern tribal with gold eyes and tattoos stretched his arms outnguidly.


    There were a few things that had been taken with them for this long voyage. Durran’s wyverns, and all their riders, were one of them. Argrave might’ve had Lira make a bigger door so the beasts could pass at will, but Argrave wanted to limit how much could pass through at the same time in case the worst came to pass and the Sea Dragon waspromised.


    Durran had proven his worth countless times, first in the Burnt Desert against the Vessels, and then against the Imperial Navy of the Great Chu. His battalion was pivotal for their future sess, especially now. Magisters of Order of the Gray Owl rode on their wyvern’s backs, delivering the power and adaptability of an S-rank spellcaster anywhere the skies could take them.


    “You won’t be part of the vanguard, so they won’t write any bads about you. You’re more of a secret important person, like a spy,” Argrave poured cold water on his friend’s burning ego.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    “They’ve written bads enough, anyway,” Durran dismissed.


    Argrave continued without missing a beat. “When there’s a safe pathway, I’ll need you and your wyvern riders to move expediently to iste themanders of our opposition. I suspect once the battle between the divines begins, it won’t take long for many troops to rout in fear. It’ll take far longer to ensure a safe route for you to advance, so they’ll have a head start on you. The Great Chu has magic weapons stationed just about everywhere throughout their nation, so it’ll be a messy flight. It’s very important you leave a good impression upon thesemanders. You work for me, and in this scenario, I work for Emperor Ji Meng as his Grand Commandant.”


    Durran narrowed his eyes and leaned into the table. “I’m fine withplicated. Impossible is another matter. Thesemanders are supposed to be powerfulbatants, right? And you want me to subdue them, in enemy territory, without just killing them?”


    “If you can. If they see your weapon, and you yell loud enough, it might not evene to blows. Themanders are going to be the key to winning the forces of the Great Chu to our side. Once there, you’re to tell them about me—Grand Commandant Sun.” Argrave slid a wooden token over to Durran. “Ji Meng crafted these. Symbols of rank, imbued with the emperor''s magic signature. It’ll give you undeniable authority.”


    “What are these symbols?” Durran thumbed a drawing on the front. “I’m worried that—”


    “Worried that he might send a covert message? I know,” Argrave smiled at his friend’s quick wit. “Anneliese interrogated him about each and every one. The symbols merely denote one’s rank. That, my friend, marks you as mymander.”


    “It sounds like we’re going to be coborating rather closely,” Durran hefted the token. “Me and my brother-inw, taking the world by storm.”


    Argrave smiled, choosing to neglect to inform Durran he’d first considered Mnie for the role given her continued sess in doing amazing things for their cause.


    “Yeah. You’ll need to make up a story about why you have the emperor’s dadao. Like I said earlier, it could be a blessing if you y your cards right.”


    “It’s been a nice weapon,” Durran admitted, looking to the side where he’d left it leaning against the wall. “Considered having it attached to a pole, turning it into a ive. Suppose it’s fine as is.”


    Argrave nodded with nothing more to say.


    “Elenore tells me that little kid I’ve seen running about with a huge entourage of guards might just be the key to set me free of my life-or-death bet with the Alchemist.” Durran set his arms on the table. “That you’re getting closer, daily.”


    Argrave’s mind wandered back to Sophia and her troubles as soon as she was mentioned. “It’s true,” he nodded. “Complicated, but true.”


    “Must be a nice child,” Durran noted.


    “Yeah. She is.” Argrave nodded, though he wondered if it could stay that way given the path fate had in store for her. “Why do you think so, though? Have you met her?”


    “Because Elenore talked about the idea of children in a positive light for once,” Durran smiled.


    Argrave chuckled a little. “Sophia adores Elenore.”


    “Oh, I know.” Durran tapped the table a few times, searching for words. “It’s been a long journey. The people we once feared, we’re heading out to kill.”


    “Someone has to. Funny how that tends to be us,” Argravemented.


    “Funny indeed,” Durran leaned back in his chair. “Let’s have a light drink. Enough to make it easier to sleep.”


    “Let’s.” Argrave nodded.


    Of course, he didn’t want to spoil the moment by telling his friend his ck blood still made alcohol useless on him. They drank, chatted… and for a moment, Argrave managed to forget his worries.


    Yet dawn came quickly, and sunlight was soon to rece moonlight.