Chapter 310: Her Choices_Millennial Mage

Chapter 310: Her Choices

 T grit her teeth against the churning perspectives that washed through her as she clutched onto the forming fount.

 Even so, she knew what she needed to do, and she grew the white-steel across her entire body, carrying with it the void-magics that she was already using in the gloves.

 It took a lot of power under the current strain, and she moved through another five cycles before she was fully covered. When it was done, however, she felt instant relief.

 As she held on, fighting to do what was supposed to be a simple task, the flickering worlds passed more and more rapidly.

 T couldnt tell if she had caused the increase in pace, or if it was just a perception because she was now sheathed in the void, but regardless, it was bing dizzying.

 She was still unsure how she was able to see through her iron, white-steel, and now a void-magic buffer, but she couldnt deny that the perspective wasing to her somehow.

 Finally, the cycle became such an endless, quick stream that the three worlds seemed to meld into one, and T was left floating in a void.

 She almost had a moment of panic as she seemed to be floating in a void with nothing but the fount in her hands, but her bloodstar perspectives showed that she was still standing in the valley, holding the fount exactly as she had been.

 So, more of a spiritual, perceptual, or magical dislocation?

 -Maybe? The instruction book must have had a page ripped out or something-

 ts grumblings carried a note of uncertainty that T did not particrly like. -I still have our Archive connection, so all this madness will get to someone, no matter what.-

 Great vote of confidence, there.

 Despite ts only half-joking pessimism, she focused her mind on the present moment.

 The fount, in the shape of a sphere, was suddenly mobile, and T was able to pull it toward herself, cradling it against the iron ting on her chest.

 The iron across her whole body was rusted and pitted, but it remained remarkably unbreeched.

 Wait, wheres the white metal? Wheres my void-magic shell?

 It was still there, as seen through the bloodstars, but she couldnt see it with whatever odd perspective wasing straight into her mind.

 Even so, that was the least of her concerns.

 Before her stood two figures.

 One was the grinning creature of nothingness.

 The other was the nearly featureless three-dimensional outline of the Mage.

 It was odd, seeing them standing side by side. With the proximity, it was incredibly easy to tell how simr they were in form and concept.

 Like an ice-sculpture and one made out of y, each crafted by a different artist but with the same model.

 -Huh I actually think I agree with that analogy.-

 T didnt respond to t, as she was focused so closely on the two.

 Outside of the Doman-Imithe the too wide smile almost looked like the creature was trying to be friendly but had no true foundation on which to base its expression. Or its a lure

 The outline forged of magic wasposed of power that was so pure it almost burned to see it, but T could somehow tell it wasnt perfect.

 It was just a reflection of what it could be.

 To behold that perfection would have killed T, she somehow knew that for a fact.

 Suddenly, T felt like she understood.

 She had won the struggle for the fount.

 If she wished, she could take the fount and depart. She could use it as the arcanes did or for some other purpose.

 Or she could give it to either of these beings.

 But arent the fount and the magical outline the same thing?

 T felt herself frown.

 It would be nice if she could get an exnation, but her mouth was sealed, and she somehow knew that if she broke the seal in an attempt to speak, both of these things could end her simply by the nature of their existence, whether or not they intended to.

 A horrifying thought washed through her. Were all upying the same space across the three worlds, and the fount caused a sort of blending for a moment.

 -That may or may not be true. Does it matter?-

 No. No, I suppose that it doesnt really matter right now.

 Regardless, T knew her choices.

 The first was the most obvious, but also the only one she wouldnt seriously contemte. She would not be iming the fount for her own use.

 Second, she could allow the being from the Doman-Imithe to have it. The fount would solidify in Zeme, and there it would remain until something broke it free.

 Finally, she could allow the being from the next world to have it, and the fount would fade away, passing on just as the gate of a mundane would.

 No, the outline isnt from the next world. It is how he will be in the next world. It was a strange thing, that knowledge. It felt like it came from within her, but she definitely didnt think shed known it before.

 -Innate knowledge? Something your gate knows but your consciousness doesnt?-

 I suppose it could be either? I have no idea. It could even be from the dasgannach, but I highly doubt that.

 Simr to the magical outline, the creature from the Doman-Imithe was decidedly like the Mage, but for some reason T couldnt tell if it was the Mage or was somehow drawn or shaped to resemble him.

 Oddly, T felt like there should have been other options.

 For example, she should have been able to cast the fount, the gate, into the Doman-Imithe, but something was stopping her.

 Like before the knowledge was just there, within her mind as she contemted the idea. It is not my role to choose the eternal resting ce of a soul.

 t shivered within Ts head. -That was the exact impression I just got, too.-

 Founts will always pass on eventually, even if it will only happen when the world ends. So, in the end, they will always go to the same ce. We cant change that. It seems like youve just won the right to influence the journey.

 T shuddered, the many straining forces grinding against her were beginning to be too much. There is absolutely no way this is standard, t. What is going on?

 -I told you what it said, surround the fount with void.-

 Im doing that!

 -Youre also surrounding yourself with void. Maybe, youve somehow brought yourself along for the ride?-

 Or somehow gotten a seat at the table

 -Quite the dangerous table.-

 Yeah, this is just typical She grimaced.

 There honestly was only one option. Shed been curious what else was avable, but it seemed like nothing else would truly present itself as reasonable.

 As soon as shed solidified the choice in her mind, the creature from the Doman-Imithe reacted.

 Somehow, it didnt seem to move or do anything, but T felt it raging.

 The strange, unnatural stillness apanied by the feeling of cosmic levels of anger was worse than seeing something storming around or throwing itself in a tantrum.

 Its not doing anything. What is going on?

 -I I dont know.- t shivered again, her confusion and disjointment growing.

 As the rage rose to a crescendo, the thing didnt appear to have moved in the slightest. Even so, she would have sworn it was doing all sorts of things that she didnt want it to be doing.

 Less than a second had passed.

 The fount that she had been holding had vanished at the moment of decision as well, and the three-dimensional outline of the Mage was fading away.

 T couldnt tell what the fates of any of the three would be.

 Honestly, she couldnt truthfully tell if they were three separate entities or if they were three parts of the same, or three states of the same, or three simr aspects of entirely different entities, or three aspects of the same, or

 Her mind spun through uncountable possibilities as it felt like something was grinding away at her thoughts, the memories of the encounter slipping away.

 T could hear t growling as if she was seemingly fighting something with all that she had.

 In a haze, T fell into unconsciousness.

 * * *

 T, of course, immediately came back awake, catching herself even as she started to fall to her knees in the still-burning valley.

 ts original activation scripts verified that she was up and running, and nothing more came of it.

 With an act of will, T pulled apart her hands and reshaped her gauntlets.

 The fount was gone without a trace.

 T snorted, taking in the fire-ridden valley. Yeah, no trace at all.

 There was obviously evidence that fire magics had been in the valley, but nothing remained that would have indicated that a fount ever had been there.

 Im feeling a bit out of it She frowned. Where did the fount go?

 -Im not sure. We grabbed it and then it was gone? Wait, theres somethingbeled Urgent in our Archive repository.- After a momentary shocked silence, t continued, -Its from me? What is rust me to scrap. Are you ready?-

 T frowned. Ready for what?

 -Ready for the memories of what just happened. It seems like we had a close interaction with something of the nothingness, and something would have removed or corrupted our memories as a byproduct.-

 You saved them?

 -I am actively archiving our every experience these days. They wont make us lose anything ever again.-

 Sometimes I love you. She felt vaguely ufortable at the undeterminable they in ts injunction, but it wasnt important at the moment.

 -Thats a bit narcissistic, but I appreciate the gratitude. Ready?-

 Yes.

 T was not ready.

 She reeled backwards as she was suddenly able to recall the entirety of the struggle followed by her choice. What the rust?

 -Oh! Mistress Ingrit has a lot to say. One moment.-

 Right, we were sending her what we were detecting, werent we?

 -Yeah. It looks like she wanted to interact during, but it happened rather faster than it seemed.-

 Faster?

 -The whole process took less than half a minute.-

 Well rust. What did Mistress Ingrit have to say?

 -First of all, she wants to know why you didnt just use Flow.-

 Is she serious? Thest time that I used Flow, it ate the gate or at least it appeared to. I was not reallyfortable attacking the fount when I had other options, not with the potential of destroying someones eternal existence.

 -Master Xeel assured us that wasnt the case. The fount wasnt really eaten, not in that sense.-

 I know, butI had another option, and I didnt want to just hit it with my sword if there was another way.

 -Well, at least now we have solid confirmation. The true consumption of the fount would vite the sense we got, that we cant change or vite the eternal destination of a gate.-

 Yeah. It just seemed like I should try the other way, since it was avable to me.

 -Thats fair.-

 Next time, Im using Flow. That was Id rather not repeat that.

 -Agreed.-

 So, what else is she saying?

 -Do you want to just talk with her?-

 Are you capable of that?

 -Yes. Stay fully encased in iron, and I can maintain it for a few minutes. Youll need a reinscription afterwards, though.-

 Alright, get it arranged. One of her mirrored perspective had seen two peopleing down the slope, surrounded by cooling magics that seemed to originate from Mistress Petra.

 It was, of course, the woman herself along with Master Simon.

 Master Simon called out to her when she turned, Mistress T! Are you alright? That seemed to go oddly.

 T tried to speak and encountered the same issue as before, that of having her mouth sealed. She willed the metal away from her lips as she responded, Ill be fine. There were someplications.

 The two stopped on the slope still at least a dozen yards from the epicenter, already visibly sweating despite the cool breeze and the magics meant to keep the heat at bay.

 That might have been a scathing rebuke of their level of power and resiliency, but given the ground was glowing in quite a wide radius, T thought they were doing incredibly well. Stay back. Ill get the analysis artifacts, if they survived.

 Mistress Petra shook her head. Forget the devices. Are you alright? Lets get you back into the sanctum.

 It was only then that T really considered the fact that theyd bothe out.

 If she had truly been on the edge of death, which she likely appeared to be, then they had risked Kit being whisked away when she passed on, stranding them both in the wilds.

 They hade to check on her anyways.

 -We lucked into some really caring people, didnt we.-

 So it would seem, yeah.

 She retracted the iron and white-steel from around her face, and at the same time extended her aura to give her iron room to reach out and scoop the artifacts out of the insanely hot ground.

 The constructs were mostly intact, and T drew them to her even as she broke her feet loose of the ground and moved towards the couple.

 She held in a groan as her whole body protested the movement.

 Oh, thats ufortable. Something to eat definitely wouldnt be amiss, now that you mention it.

 Mistress Petras face softened. That sounds wise, Mistress. Lets get you to a nicefortable seat. Well get some water and food in you.

 As soon as water was mentioned, T realized just how thirsty she was. Yes, water.

 The three walked out of the valley, though the two others kept a bit away from T as she was radiating an ufortable amount of heat.

 They probably wouldnt have been burned if they had touched her, but it would have been a near thing.

 T was actively cooling the white metal that was still surrounding her, and that was helping her internal temperature drop. The whole thing was acting like a magically assisted heat-sink.

 As T considered her physical state, she directed her thoughts at t. Do I want to know?

 -I dont see why not. If you were still Bound, youd be dead. If you were still Fused, our brain would be cooked, and youd be unconscious until it cooled enough to be regrown and refilled with our memories.-

 Well Lets do it the easy way next time. Draw Flow, one quick cut.

 -Agreed. Mistress Ingrit is asking if she can bring in an expert? To be clear, his area of study is founts, not void-magics or the Doman-Imithe.-

 Sure. That could help us piece this all together.

 -Alright, they will be ready in ten minutes. She wants the expert to review the findings first.-

 Is there that much?

 -Master Simons info is a part of it. He didnt really see more than we did. The specialized artifacts recorded more deeply, but not really anything specific that we didnt see.-

 What does that even mean?

 -If we tried every dish, he brought the buffet. Nothing really different, no more dishes than we sampled, but he has more full tters?-

 Huh, I suppose I can understand that.

 The three got back to where Kit waited at the top of the slope. Blessedly, by that time T was a more reasonable temperature.

 T stopped in confusion when she saw that Kit was in the form of an open door. What?

 Master Simon and Mistress Petra turned to her. Mistress T?

 I thought you were looking through a window.

 We were, but we thought you needed help when the view vanished, and a door appeared next to us.

 Mistress Petra nodded. We couldnt leave you out here if you needed help, so we came to see what we could do.

 Huh. T shook her head and smiled. Well, thank you.

 Of course, Mistress.

 The three went inside, the door closed and vanished, and T handed Master Simon back his artifacts before settling down in one of herfortable chairs, looking out on the calming view of her sanctum.

 Mistress Petra went and grabbed some food for T, presenting her with a tray of snacks and arge gon of water.

 Thank you, Mistress Petra.

 Of course. You just went through fire. She chuckled at her own joke. Take a minute. I think Simon is going to want to ask you a few thousand questions when youre free and settled.

 T looked around but didnt see the man. Where is he?

 Oh, he grabbed his te and constructs and went off to his work area. Hell be trying to figure out how those that broke failed and why. Mistress Petra smiled fondly as she spoke of her husband. Im sure hell be back once his mind is settled, but Ill hold him off until after dinner at the very least. You should have that long to collect yourself and do your own thinking.

 T felt herself smiling too. Well, I hope to have more for him by then. I need to clear my head and get all this straight.

 As is only wise. Even so, eat up, first.

 -You have time.-

 T nodded. I will. Thank you.

 It didnt take long to eat the bit of food, and she did find herself practically chugging the water. Kit refilled it at need, and T ended up draining four massive mugs.

 Altogether, the repast was amazingly refreshing in a way that T didnt expect. I cant believe that Im still surprised that my scripts dont heal everything.

 -Well, they do, but they dont always make you feel perfect. They will keep you functional and fit, that was what they were designed to do.-

 T grunted before standing. Thank you, Mistress Petra. Well likely be on our way in less than an hour.

 Ill let Simon know.

 Thank you.

 T left the dining area and went to her room before standing beside the bed. Are they ready?

 -They are now, yes.-

 She nodded to herself, and once fully encased in iron again, the scripts involved in her mental enhancementsand ts functionalityzed with power.

 Five secondster, Mistress Ingrit and an older man were seemingly standing in her room, looking around curiously.

 T bowed to each. Hello greetings? Im sorry, I cant really say I know how to start such a conversation.

 Mistress Ingrit smiled and gave a small bow in return. Hello works well enough.

 The man gave a small bow as well. Hello, Mistress T. Thank you for agreeing to see us.

 Sure. Unfortunately, I cant maintain a connection for long. We should address the pertinent things first. I understand that you have questions?

 He hesitated. Wait youre maintaining the connection yourself?

 With my inscriptions, yes.

 Remarkable. I would not have thought a Refined He shook his head, cutting himself off. I apologize, I easily get lost on rabbit trails. I am Coinin, and I have so, so many questions. I will attempt to be brief.

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Chapter 310: Her Choices