III-11 Feast (I)

It is beautiful how the smallest thing can bring down a giant.  Consider how minute a virus is, how delightful, how delicate. A slight chang

It is beautiful how the smallest thing can bring down a giant. 

Consider how minute a virus is, how delightful, how delicate. A slight change in temperature could kill it so easily, a slight shift in the way your biology works might see it crushed dead by the white cells in your blood. So vulnerable, so deadly.

If the virus sinks in, when it grips you, it can subvert the entire structure of your blood, of your organs, of your very flesh from within, and that's the beautiful thing. You cannot resist this with toughness. Perhaps a more robust body is harder to infect, but any Biomancer who knows what they are doing can reach deeper, can reach beyond the limits of natural immunities. And so, when they touch that point, they can turn the body against itself. They can make things that kill so many; they can weave poisons born of one's own cells. That is the beauty of a virus. It is like a code in a certain sense, a command for your body to betray itself, and that, that is what we are going to learn today.

Oh dear subject, dear poor unfortunate victim, the things I will bestow upon you will be exquisite. I have not used this on anyone else. Be honored and rejoice, for you are the first to sample these delectable sufferings.

-Odes of Blood and Flesh, Sculptor Ekkihurst

III-11

Feast (I)

Cade Morgan clutched his injured arm and ducked into a tent that wasn't his. After a brief moment of pretending to grimace, he staggered towards the other side of the tent, where a flap hung half undone. Beyond through the flap was his destination—a secret place beyond the notice of the new Gate Lord.

Cade's breath came fast. His veins were surging with cold terror and rushing adrenaline. He wasn't sure about this. He wasn't sure about anything anymore, but he knew one thing. If he didn't act, then someone else would, and he'd rather take the chance than live beneath the heel of the three new tyrants.

Cade was done. Done with Gate Lords. Done with the Abyss. Done with all of it. He was gonna go back to the surface. He was gonna go find a nice, proper job. He was gonna retire for good. But to do that, he needed to escape. He needed out. But he wanted out as a Master-Tier. Adepts were a dime a dozen. On the surface, in the Abyss, anywhere. Adepts were the core and the meat, and the meat did the dying. Cade was done doing the dying. He was done with all this mercenary shit, to be honest.

Before he went through, he looked around. His heart was pounding hard. At any moment, he expected the pale-eyed monster to reappear. Shiv. The Deathclad. Morgan made the mistake of looking into the man’s eyes earlier. There was something wrong with his gaze. 

Cade had faced down just about everything during his time as a mercenary. Demons, dimensionals, and monsters. He charged down an orc once. But those things were monsters.

Shiv—

A wail sounded from a nearby tent and Morgan shuddered. That was Trish, the only survivor during the first attempt on the new Gate Lord's life. They tried. They didn't get far. Shiv made sure of that. She returned, covered in the blood of her own people, and now her maddened shrieks were mingled among the moans of the sick and spent. And that was the last push Cade needed. He pushed through the tent. He couldn’t stay here. He couldn’t handle the growing sickness and misery. Waiting here was just going to get him killed. If not by the Gate Lord during a purge, then Lord Scorn when he finally invaded to take his gate back.

As he slipped through the half-open flaps, he found himself in another place altogether. A small, cramped room occupied by one other person greeted him. This place was a minor dimension, a Category One dimension disguised as a tent. And it belonged to another Pathbearer named Takeyama. They'd worked together on some other jobs. Enough to have built some rapport. Enough to know what the other could do. She came to him first, passing him a braille note while the Deathclad was talking to the rest of the mercs.

“Come find me through the other side of my tent. I might have a solution to our mutual problem.” Those were her words, and Cade was more than desperate enough to follow through.

“Welcome,” Takeyama said. “Were you noticed?”

“Don’t think so. Hope fuckin’ not. But seeing as I’m not dead…”

Takeyama was one of the few surviving virology Biomancers left within the gate. But she hid those skills from others. Most people just thought she had a thing for poisons and venoms in combat—was actually an assassin. The same people were confused about Cade’s abilities as well. They thought he was some kind of heavy vanguard, when he was actually an engineer specializing in bomb crafting. Together… They just might have a chance of ending the Gate Lord and escaping from this rathole instead of being burned alive.

“Good,” she replied. Takeyama gestured behind her. A workshop was set up, a workshop with several tools that Morgan needed. Some raw materials that had been scavenged during their flight to the surface gateway, and a shelf filled with books and schematics. It wasn't much, but there were enough components to have him make a particularly concentrated bomb.

Across the workbench was Takeyama's station. There were a bunch of tubes, flasks, beakers, and then there were a few transparent containers slotted into the walls filled with strange tissues and biological fluids. It was kind of unnerving, but Biomancers were always like that. They needed to prod different kinds of organic tissue to figure things out. She also had a set of diagrams she was looking through, and right now she seemed to be digging through pages, studying things connected to the human nervous system, if the text was to be believed.

“We might need to forage for more supplies,” Takeyama said as she flipped through her book. “We will need a stronger explosive for the Gate Lord. But before that, I am planning to develop a paralytic agent for the Deathclad first. He is a Biomancer as well, so I am considering a very subtle—”

A patch of space tore open. Takeyama’s head exploded. The Biomancer's death was so sudden that Morgan barely reacted in time. There was a gulf in space before him. A dimensional rift opened just in front of Takeyama's face. Her skull was gone. She dropped, her body twitching beside a dimensional arrow embedded in the ground. 

Cade's mouth fell open. His face was coated in Takeyama's brain matter. Then, something slipped out from the rift and seized him. Something he couldn’t see, couldn’t feel, but clutched his mind. Cade felt his Magical Resistance shatter entirely as he let out a strangled cry. He tried to fight back, but the very thought was ripped out of him by an unknowable power.

"...I’m sure. It’s just those two. They aren’t connected to the last group.” The voice was cold and husky. A woman’s voice. A—Cade felt her notice him. “I’m going to put him in a coma for now like the other containable threats. Yes, Adam. Killing the virologist was absolutely necessary. We can find and detect a bomb. We cannot stop a plague from tearing through this place. She was too much of a threat to be left alive.”

No-no! No! Wait! Wait! Wait! Cade cried out, and then he was severed, severed from his own body and trapped within his own mind. In the dark of his subconsciousness, Morgan screamed. But then, after a few seconds, he sank into a blessed silence, and knew nothing for a while.

***

"And that's another group," Adam sighed. He lowered his bow and glared down from on high beside the mana core. Beside him, Uva hovered upon her board. She shared a look of mutual distaste. The ground she covered was larger than Adam's. Her mana strands were going everywhere, interfacing with as many minds as she could, scouring for any hint of potential betrayal. 

They'd killed eight additional Pathbearers so far. Those fell into the unacceptable risk category. Uva had silenced ten more, cast into comas and marked for future detainment. To be honest, Adam wasn’t sure how he felt about this whole thing. He understood the need for preventative measures, but he felt more like a conquering tyrant than a liberating Gate Lord. That being said, he was still Gate Lord for a reason. By acceptance gained through respect or fear, the survivors still accepted his authority. Even if some were trying to kill him.

“Uva,” Adam asked, unable to restrain the question burning his insides. “Was killing the virologist really necessary?”

“Very,” she replied. “As was making sure there was no one else working with her.”

“Couldn’t you have…”

“Put her in a coma too? Perhaps. But if I am killed or incapacitated at any point and the gate becomes something you or Shiv have to manage, what happens when someone like that wakes up? Or if we are attacked, and they gain a moment of opportunity to strike at our underside.”

Adam saw the logic, but it felt rather brutal.

“It is brutal,” Uva agreed. “But it is also necessary. This is a lesson taught to Weave over our years of survival. Allowing something terrible to happen because you could not weigh your discomfort and temper your actions with wisdom is a failure. And in the worse cases a sin. We do not need to be cruel. But we must be decisive now. We may make mistakes. We likely will. But we must do everything we can to achieve the best results we can.”

The Gate Lord grimaced. For the first time, he felt the weight of rulership press against his shoulders. Sometimes, his desired outcome ran hard and was counter to many people. “I just wished it didn’t need to be this way…”

The Umbral Psychomancer regarded him, and her own expression went from cold and focused to pensive. Her Psychomancy was sprawling. It wove across the last remaining district like a lattice or web. She was also scouting through the owl's mind as she continued her monitoring duties. Parallel Thinking was a very useful skill. Adam had been trying to develop it. He even asked Uva for advice on why she was up here, giving him the part of her attention rather than everyone below.

She also knew he liked talking in person, hence the in-person aspect. Frankly, with how accommodating and effective Uva was, Adam wondered if she would have been the better Gate Lord.

“No,” she said. “Leadership is more than just policy or decisions. Leaders are someone people can idolize. Someone that can command attention and rouse the public. Good leaders must care. And compared to you, my sympathy is severely lacking.”

“But does that really matter?” Adam asked. “Can you fix that with your Psychomancy?”

She eyed him. “Can you shoot a man on the other side of the world?”

“Yes. But…”

“Yes. Effort, difficulty, and skill. A mind is a delicate thing, and altering a part of yourself without making it suit the entire architecture will cause ego-rejection. That, and it is hard to conceptualize something you are not. There are many obstacles. And there are trade-offs. Right now, I think our arrangement is optimal. You are the Gate Lord they must face. The positive. Shiv is the one they fear. I am just the one they don’t see coming.”

Adam nodded, but his attention drifted to a rising wail. A slave clawed at the body of what looked like their twin in a tent. She screamed and screamed, and other people sobbed beside her. More lives lost to wounds and disease in the aftermath. There were consequences for every action. “I thought we were going to save this place. Don't do this.”

“What do you think we did?” Uva asked. She sounded curious instead of judgmental.

“I… I don’t honestly bloody know. The things we did to break Confriga down, to break this gate down, have come back around to hurt us. But it’s like we’re being mocked for succeeding. I don’t know how we could have anticipated the Recollector. Hells, we weren’t even prepared to deal with the Educator. It's like our triumphs are twisted into problems and consequences. And I hate it.”

“Such is the system’s way,” Uva said. She hovered closer to him and gave him her full attention. “Adam. Focus on developing Parallel Thinking. Don’t worry about this. Your need for perfection makes you betray your potential.”

A laugh escaped Adam. So far, despite his best attempts, Adam was easily overwhelmed. There was too much detail, and his training and general disposition made him inclined to focus on specific things, to narrow in, to be precise. That ran counter to Parallel Thinking. Parallel Thinking, at first, was simply switching between two tasks rapidly. Not so good for a marksman, but almost essential for a Psychomancer.

“I’m not sure if it’s the skill for me. Despite being very, very effective.”

"Give it time," she said. "You will adapt. You will achieve it. You have the mind and will. Difficulty should not dissuade you. You just need time.”

"I don't think time is what we have right now," Adam replied. "This gate… I don't know if I'm ready for that responsibility. I have a mind to just abandon it. But the people, and the connection to the Abyss are necessary. We need that. Blackedge needs this." He let out a slightly humorless laugh. "Did you know that I imagined myself fighting off the entire invading force, potentially sabotaging them from behind, developing a Stealth Skill as I took them down from the shadows? How in my delusions I imagined myself impressing my father and being hailed as a hero? Just like he did."

Uva nodded. "It is an understandable fantasy."

"Yes, fantasy." A feeling of slight disgust filled him. The system was a cruel bastard. "Well. Despite becoming an actual Heroic-Tier Pathbearer, I don't think I would have gotten very far without either you or Shiv. I probably wouldn’t have become Heroic without him at all. Not this fast, anyway.”

"That is very common," Uva replied. "When I first became a Psychomancer, when I first attuned, I was solitary. I had always been independent than most Umbrals. My mother's death, it affected me in negative ways." Uva didn’t sound fully comfortable saying this, but Adam guessed she just wanted to share for him, to bond with him. And he was grateful for it. "It took nearly being killed in active combat and exposing my team to an enemy Psychomancer for me to understand the importance of having people support you, make up for where you lack, and guard them where they are not ready. Did you have a team at the academy?"

“Yes,” Adam said. “Friends. Quite a few. But it’s… Nothing is like this. I thought I was prepared for actual combat. For the possibility of dying. I’m still terrified. I still can’t stop thinking of how my neck broke. How—how I should have…”

“I know,” Uva whispered. “Would you like to hear my honest confession?”

“About?” Adam said, raising an eyebrow.

“Without my Psychomancy, I should be catatonic right now. The amount of trauma we experienced is great. I simply have spread my emotional processing out—and it took great effort to do that. You are standing with a few mental adjustments. You have limitations, Hero Adam. But do not turn away from your glory.”

He scoffed lightly. “I’ve been told I have a problem with arrogance.”

“Arrogance is not pride. Arrogance is an urge toward constant and eternal affirmation. Affirmation you give yourself very little of. Don’t starve yourself. And besides, if you are being arrogant, I will let you know.”

The scowl on Adam’s face turned to a slight smile. “Ah. Right. Reliable allies. I suppose I’ll keep an eye on you. And make sure you don’t get too cold.”

“A most acceptable arrangement.” Uva’s hummed. Her pensive look returned. "There is a lot demanded of us. We have been… drastically altered. There are things we must face about ourselves. I am… glad I do not need to do it alone. I am glad I am not alone. Just know that you are not the only one feeling this pressure.”

"Yes," Adam muttered. “You and I. Shiv, meanwhile, seems as carefree as a bloodhound let loose on the corpses of the battlefield.” He laughed. “I’m probably more bothered by his torture than he is.”

Uva’s lips pressed together. "I as well. It's just that Shiv is…" she tried to find the right words. Some immediate thoughts were a bit insulting. All the others, well, they didn't seem quite accurate either. "Shiv is a special circumstance."

"Yes," Adam nodded. "Very special. Very, very special. But so are we now." And now Adam was thinking about Shiv's screams. Those screams bothered him more than they did Shiv. Frankly, a lot of this bothered him more than it did Shiv. Adam was doing everything he could not to think about his near-death experiences, not to think about the Stranger invading his very soul, trying to twist him from within. “How does he just shrug these things off? How does his mind just heal?”

“I am unsure,” Uva admitted. “I am glad for his resilience. But the shape of his mind is…”

“Unnatural? Freakish?” Adam suggested.

“Optimized,” Uva said, finally. “Yes. Optimized for combat and conflict, especially.”

“And cooking,” Adam added. Both of them shared murmured agreements. “But… Yes. It’s like he’s perfect for this. Little to no fear. No need to process harm. Constant urge to cook or fight. Drastic, surging growth. He is the ideal martial Pathbearer in many ways. Except for the training. And patience.”

"Because his mind isn't human," Valor said from nearby. The Legendary Pathbearer hovered just under the core, analyzing it constantly, trying to judge on how the decay would last. "I talked to him before he left earlier. His mind… I thought it was resilient before. Now I'm almost certain that it is enhanced with non-human aspects. His psychology is regenerative. There is a state he always defaults to. A baseline of perfect sanity. His mood is variable. How he learns and treats things can develop. But the structure of his consciousness and cognition do not seem altered. I suspect there will be many skills he cannot develop in the domain of the mind. And some skills he can develop that no one else might be able to."

Uva considered Valor’s words and narrowed her eyes. "When I pulled his mind together, I didn't do so much healing as…”

“You just meshed the pieces back together, and they fused back in shape naturally," Valor finished for her. A pause entered the conversation. Below, a massive platform rose the ruins as Can Hu started rebuilding parts of the district. "There is only one creature I know that is capable of regenerating like that cognitively. Regenerating so perfectly and efficiently." Valor paused. Mostly for dramatic effect. “And that creature… is a Tarasque. A Tarasque is a remarkable creature, a terrible creature. One that is nigh impossible to kill. No one knows where they came from, but they are often the perfect weapons. Enduring in flesh. Hyper-resistant to magic. Mentally indestructible. The only thing that reliably works on them is Necromancy or Animancy. Anything less will enable them to regenerate and return to the fight.”

“That sounds like someone we bloody know,” Adam muttered. Are you saying that Shiv's soul or mind literally has monster-bits inside?”

“Impossible,” Uva replied. “I would have sensed something inhuman. He is different but he still very much a man psychologically.”

“What about subconsciously?” Valor asked. “Instinctively. What if a man’s mind was merged with that of the great beast.”

Uva frowned at that thought. “I still do not think such a thing is likely. I do not know if such a thing is even possible. To mix the mind of a monster with that of a man is more likely to induce psychosis and insanity rather than create something like Shiv.

“I agree,” Valor agreed. "There are only so few people that can achieve this. A soul is very, very hard to understand. The Animancers in the world number perhaps a few thousand at most. It is a rare skill above rare skills. And the Master Animancers… Legendary Animancers… There are even fewer. Of course, among the Legendary Animancers, there's only one I know of who is also a Legendary Psychomancer.”

"And who's that?" Adam asked.

"Udraal Thann," Valor said, a note of dread in his voice. "My son.”

“The one who sealed you." Adam didn't quite know how to answer that. Family issues aside, there was something else pulling at Adam, something else that clawed at his very emotions. “The only thing I know about Abyssal Lord Udraal Thann is that my father supposedly bested and slew him during the war.”

Valor let out a sigh. "Embellishments, falsehoods, and missing information. Your father likely destroyed a vessel he had at most. My son has many vessels. He has many means. His mastery of the dichotomous soul is second only to mine, or perhaps not anymore. He did manage to trap me, after all.”

"So, if that's the case, then the ritual of Shiv’s birth… Could have been involved somehow?" Adam asked. His veins were flowing with blood. There was a tightness in his chest he didn’t enjoy.

“My heart compels me to say no,” Valor said quietly. “But I cannot think of someone else that could modify a mind and soul this way. Only another Pathbearer who was born a Unique-Tier. Born for… A specific purpose. I… I cannot remember, Adam. I cannot remember. I am sorry. The answers… my power… my skills… There. I was… I could have given you answers. I am sorry.”

“It’s fine, Valor,” Adam said. He channeled a bit more of his Righteous Dawn Prevails into Valor as the skeleton started shivering in the air. “We’ll put you back together. And then you’ll be able to reveal to us more horrifying truths that will leave me shaken and disturbed.”

Valor was about to say something, when there came a ripple at the Abyssal Gateway. Someone was right outside. Actually, a lot of someones were right outside. Adam cast his Awareness toward the horizon and drove it through the gate. There, he found his Seer of Horizons pressed up against Shiv’s big, stupid, grinning face. Behind him, a flood of darkness hid whatever massive thing Shiv was dragging behind him. The Gate Lord rolled his eyes. “Ah. I think Shiv has finally returned with a solution to our food problem.”

“What did he bring?” Uva asked.

“I’m not sure, he had his Creeping Void active. It’s hidden in the dark.” Adam narrowed his eyes in suspicion. Uva replicated the exact same expression.

“Why do I have a feeling we are both about to be unpleasantly surprised by whatever he captured?”

“Because it’s Shiv. I also expect us to end up loving whatever dish he makes from it.” Adam sighed.

“Because that’s Shiv, too,” Uva muttered. The two shared a mutual look of resignation. “Send him through. Let us see what horrible delicacies we are to indulge.”

A ripple of Dimesionality mana pulsed around the Abyssal Gateway as it came alive. The first thing through was Shiv. The next thing was a long, massive tentacle. A tentacle that just kept going and going and going…

“Oh, Composer,” Uva moaned, clutching her head. “Please, Composer. No.”

“What?” Adam asked.

“I think I recognized those tentacles. Shiv…” She hissed, like a mother stressed to the breaking point by a naughty child. “I swear if… Composer’s Broken Strings…”

And then the rest of the giant monster came into view.

The thing Shiv dragged was huge. Larger than even the Recollector. Four kilometers long, with tendrils sticking out from its heavy, bone-like body. Pods lining its undersides. And a sloped, axe-shaped head with clustering eyes. And then Adam narrowed his focus and cast his Awareness towards the creature. He noticed about two hundred Arachnae Sisters and Weaveresses standing on its back. Ikki was at the front, cheering Shiv on. There was also a shattered bridge window just on top of the creature’s skull, and—Adam did a double-take at what looked to be an exhausted and miserable vampire there. 

And then Adam kept staring at the vampire, at his ridiculously silky hair, at his porcelain features, at his—

“Godsdammit,” the Gate Lord tore his Awareness back. “Uva. Shiv might be mind controlled by a vampire.”

“I hope he is,” Uva muttered under her breath. She was covering her face at this point. “If not, I need him to explain to me why he thought we could eat a Court Leviathan.”

“Because it’s Shiv, and he’ll find a way to cook it and make it taste good?” Adam replied.

Uva frowned. “This time… I have my doubts.”

“How much do you want to bet against him?”

Uva stopped talking.

***

A Veilpiercer crashed into Shiv’s forehead. He just chuckled. "Oh, hey guys," Shiv gasped as he saw Uva, Valor, and Adam emerge from the dimensional pathway. All of them were staring at him and his new pet in disbelief. "I got us some dinner." He gestured at the Court Leviathan.

A long sigh slipped out of Uva. She rubbed her face. “Shiv…“

"It's meat, Sister Uva," Ikki cackled aloud on the back. "He called it meat. Ethically sourced meat.”

“Shiv…” Uva moaned.

The grin on Shiv’s face grew. “t's got good regeneration. And also, one of the Biomancers there," he gestured at a Weaveress who waved back at him, "managed to get the thing to stop spewing out plagues all the time. Which is great for you guys, but not so good for me because they tasted pretty good.”

"They what?" Adam said, leaning in closer. Uva was too busy muttering to herself.

“The plagues, diseases, viruses, and nerve-stuff. It tasted good. I got a buzz from drinking that up. Hells, it even made me stronger and faster.”

“Shiv…” Adam’s jaw quivered. “What the felling shit are you talking about.”

"Oh, I forgot to mention the new Master-Tier Skill I got," Shiv said almost innocently. “It’s called Plaguefueled. Yeah. A bit of missing context. Sorry. Anyway, it lets me absorb diseases and treat them like alcoholic magical steroids.”

Adam's face turned red. His hands clenched. This rat bastard was doing this on purpose. "Shiv, I'm going to kill you."

“That’ll just give me another Master-Tier Skill eventually.”

“I’ll use Necromancy.”

“That’ll kill you and everyone else too.”

“I’m going to kill myself.”

“My Woundeater might reach Heroic soon too…”

Adam shot the Deathless in the face again. At this distance, the Veilpiercer did little more than skip off Shiv’s forehead and make him laugh. “Gods, you are obnoxious sometimes.”

Shiv shrugged. “You can’t blame me for wanting to have a bit of fun.”

“We can blame you for bringing us this…” Adam looked at Uva. “What is this thing?”

“A Court Leviathan,” she said wearily. “It’s something that is used to carry thousands of vampires.” Then, her expression froze. “And it might have transported the First Blood army earlier. The one that attacked Gate Theborn. Shiv… Where did you find this thing?”

“Out in the wilderness while exploring,” he said. He looked behind him and pointed to Angelo. “I came upon this poor bastard getting his core cut out by the other vampires. Turns out he’s rogue, he’s got—well, he had a town. First Blood did some stuff to the people there.” Shiv’s amusement flattened into a haunted look.

Uva’s bafflement faded, and she gave him a nod. “I understand. Did you bury them?”

“Cremated.”

“Good. It spares their bodies further misuse. The First Blood cares little for the sanctity of the dead. But this rogue vampire…”

“You can scan his mind if you want,” Shiv said. “Outside Context Problem showed me a bit of his past. I didn’t like what I saw.”

“Not surprising,” Uva replied. “The Bloodspawn learn to abuse and mistreat the world from their sires firsthand.” Still, she didn’t trust Angelo. She didn’t much like him. The other Umbrals and Weaveresses were the same way. Shiv guessed that would take a bit of getting used to, but so far, Angelo was just content to stay quiet and keep to himself within the ruined, shattered bridge of the leviathan.

“So,” Shiv said, clapping his hands together. “Let’s get this started.”

“Get what started?” Adam asked, sounding exhausted. “Shiv… You said it carried plagues earlier.”

Shiv’s eyes lit up at that. “Yeah, and I think I can cook those too!”

“Plagues?” Adam muttered.

“Plagues?” Uva repeated, incredulous.

“It is… strange, but possible,” Valor said.

Shiv just kept nodding. “They lit up before me. They were white. That means they’re ingredients. That means The Chef Unwavering works on them.”

“Shiv,” Uva began, her breath catching in her throat. “It’s not that I doubt your cooking—”

“It sounds like you doubt my cooking.” Shiv said.

“---But this thing is not edible. Its flesh is… It’s monstrous…”

“Have you tried eating it?”

“No, Shiv, I have not tried eating a Court Leviathan,” Uva replied, exasperated. “No Sister or Weaveress will be mad or foolish enough to do such a thing.”

“I’ll eat it!” Ikki called from behind. Shiv’s grin grew to absurd proportions with her cheer of,“You can cook it, Shiv.”

“That girl is going to die,” Uva narrowed her eyes.

“Or she’ll get regeneration and Disease Resistance boosts. Or something.” Shiv smirked.

“No, Shiv, I meant that I was going to kill her for making me look stupid. But yes, she is likely going to catch a plague and die.”

“I don’t like the doubt, Uva,” Shiv said, pulling out his chef’s knife. “And I intend to prove you wrong.”

“Shiv…” Shiv breathed.

“You are going to love this,” Shiv said. “All of you—oh, shit, sorry Valor.”

“No. For once, I am more curious if you can make the food rather than desiring its potential taste.” Valor hummed. “This is a worthwhile experiment.”

“Only because you can’t get sick, you bastard,” Adam hissed.

“Yes,” Valor said. “Which is why I’m not worried at all. So. By all means, Shiv.”

Slowly, the Deathless turned as he laughed evilly at the Court Leviathan. “Alright, Courtney.”

“Courtney?” Adam gasped. “You named it Courtney?”

Shiv ignored him and continued chuckling. “I just need some meat from you." And a bit of plague. And a contained environment to work in. Maybe close to the Abyssal Gateway. Hmm. Those ruins might make a good frying pan. Someone call Can Hu. I need a large kitchen. And assistants.” He froze, and regarded Adam and Uva.

“Shiv…” Uva exhaled.

“No.” Adam whimpered.

“It’s for the greater good of the gate,” Shiv said. “And besides. You might get some Cooking Skills from this.”

The Psychomancer and Archer looked at each other. Shiv kept staring at them, smile locked tight on his face.

Uva folded first. “Fine. Only to make sure you don’t end up gassing the entire gate.”

“I just might,” Shiv said, staring at his own triumphant reflection in the knife. “I’ll gas you all with flavor.”