The Infinite Bk 04 Ch 11

Wildheart

'Ferocious' was the only word that could describe them. Each had a body fifty feet long from head to tail, with a wingspan even greater. Their wings doubled as prehensile arms that the creatures could use to move on all fours, with each digit equipped with talons that gouged out the rock beneath them. Their scaly bodies were packed with muscle, and their heads, reptilian, were lined with horns and spikes. They stared with forward-pointing eyes that would never lose track of their prey. They were wyverns, the champions of the sky, and now a pack surrounded Noah's group.

They had left camp early in the morning, wanting to reach the mountain summit before the heat reached its peak, and now, in the labyrinth of houses and temples carved into the cliffs, their new enemy surrounded them, roaring in fury. Wyverns were believed to be a sub-race of the mighty dragons, like elves to Enochians, and though the chasm between them was vast, they ranked high on the food chain.

"I think it's safe to say these creatures have some nests up here," Valia said.

"Even if we try to run away, they'll chase us all the way to the sea," Aithorn added.

"Aithorn, time to whip out that Dragon Impaler spell. Let's hope the name isn't simply a boast," said Noah.

He began spinning his spear, with the three blades wrapped in an aura of lightning. "Don't worry, it isn't."

He then charged toward the nearest wyvern, aiming for its face. It ducked its head to the side and swung at him with its tail, but he similarly dodged. Aithorn pressed the attack, trying to pierce the wyvern with his spear, but the beast had sharp reflexes and great speed, allowing it duck and weave to avoid the enchanted blade. It even defended itself by intercepting the shaft and avoiding the blade all together. Aithorn was no pushover, and for him to be challenged like this was a bad omen. The other elves launched arrows, trying to keep the rest of the wyverns at bay, but they simply bounced off their armored hides, irritating them.

In the center of the group, Valia activated her magic, boosting her strength, endurance, and cutting power, and then jumped into battle. Like with Aithorn, the wyverns could sense the danger her magic posed, and were cautious. They dodged her swings to the best of their ability, but every time she landed a cut, the wound went deep. When injured, their counterattacks were furious. Valia's enchanted body and armor were put to the test against monstrous teeth and claws, and it took all of her enhanced strength to block the tail strikes, hitting like a tree-sized baseball bat.

"If we can just incapacitate them, they won't follow us! Aim for their wings!" she shouted.

The elves changed their tactics, turning their attention away from the vital areas and focusing on the fragile wing membranes, wounding and enraging the wyverns. Valia sliced through the wings of one opponent, drawing a howl of agony and spray of blood, but before it could counter, she had already attacked the beast closest to it, shredding its wings with two expert slashes. The third met the same fate, grounded from her attacks, but her luck ended with the fourth.

With lightning-fast reflexes, it intercepted her attack and grabbed her sword arm between its jaws. She released her sword and grabbed it with her other hand, and as soon as she stretched back to slash, a second wyvern grabbed her other arm, making her cry out in pain. They each bit down full-force and pulled in opposite directions like dogs fighting over a toy, leaving her unable to retaliate. Even with her super strength, she could not overpower two adult wyverns, and their fangs had wounded her steel skin. It was taking all her magic just to keep from being ripped in half.

Noah activated both of his spells, and with his clone acting as a decoy, he attacked one of the wyverns holding Valia. He brought down his sword upon its neck with all the strength he could muster, using the form and skill Valia had taught him. The strike landed perfectly, but though he managed to cut through its hide, it was merely a flesh wound, barely even damaging the muscle. Wyvern hide was notoriously tough. If anything, the fact that Noah inflicted even that much damage without warrior or monk magic was an accomplishment in its own right.

Though the wyvern couldn't sense who attacked it, it still reacted on instinct and swung its wing, knocking Noah away. He hit the ground rolling and got back to his feet, looking around while rejoining his clone. The rest of the elves were forced to break formation to avoid the wyverns' attacks. They darted around with their swords, trying to inflict any damage they could.

The wyverns quickly realized their wings were being targeted and used their scales to defend themselves. Two elves had already been slain, one having his head bitten off and the other dismembered in the same way as Valia was close to being. Nearby, Aithorn was struggling to stand after a wyvern struck him with its tail. From how he was leaning, a few of his ribs appeared broken.

'Wait, ribs!' "Everyone, aim for their ribs! Don't try to cut or stab them, just hit them with pure force! Sword pommels! Kicks! Use a rock if you have to!"

He attacked one of the wyverns holding Valia, striking it in the side of the ribcage with a solid kick and feeling bones crack from the blow. To the wyvern, this was a pain it had never experienced before, and it released Valia's arm. Noah similarly dispatched the second wyvern, prompting it to let go of Valia. It was too distracted by the multiple broken ribs piercing its lungs to hold on.

Seeing how the two beasts reacted, everyone understood what Noah meant and once more went on the attack. No small amount of blood was lost getting close, but the elves bypassed the wyverns' defenses and hammered away at their ribs with all of their strength, first breaking bones and then crushing organs. Aithorn, swallowing his pain, took advantage of the wounded beasts and ended their lives with his spear. Though sword slashes had failed against them, his lightning-wrapped stabs drilled through scale and muscle easily.

While the tide of battle was changing, the wyverns refused to give up. They clustered together, shoring up their defenses, making them easy targets for Noah's flashbangs. Stunned by the light and sound, they were defenseless, and Valia swooped in and dispatched them with a combination of punches, kicks, and blows with the handle of her sword. Aithorn finished them off, and the fight was won.

"How did you know to do that? To go for their ribs?" asked Valia while the two healers went to work.

"Bird bones are full of open spaces to cut down weight, making it easier for them to fly, but it leaves them more brittle. I assumed wyverns would have the same weakness, especially with how heavy their muscles and hide must be. Anyway, let's take a break. You should all take care of your wounds, and I can't just ignore this bounty of materials." Noah looked around at the corpses while rubbing his hands together and smiling. "There is a lot of good stuff here."

The elves took their time to recover and bury their fallen comrades while Noah busied himself with dismantling the kills. Most parts of the wyvern were very useful for runecrafting and potion making, and Noah took everything he could carry within his ring, along with convincing Valia and Aithorn to store some materials in theirs. It helped to use alchemy to remove all the moisture, lightening the weight. Aithorn had realized a while ago that Noah possessed a silver-ranked knight's ring and didn't bother saying anything.

The group then resumed climbing the mountain, reaching the summit by noon. From up here, they had a view of the entire island. It was an ocean of greenery punctuated by towering ruins, with the faint blue of the sea visible on the edges of the horizon.

"Hey, down there," said Noah, surveying the jungle with his spyglass. There was a winding scar of destruction carved across the landscape.

"Look at all of those burned trees, it must be Gradius," Valia replied. "It looks like he's been hacking and slashing his way through the wilderness. Imagine the poor creatures that crossed his path."

"I don't see any fires currently burning though. If we're lucky, he sank into some mud and drowned."

"I once watched that man evaporate an entire lake after falling off a boat. Nothing short of the ocean can drown him. Anyway, let's check for Valon."

Valia took out the needle Noah made and began channeling her mana into it. She had tried using it several times since arriving on the island with no luck, but that changed. Valia laid it on her palm, and as she channeled her mana into it, the end with Valon's hair began to rise, suspended in the air as though repelled from her. Though it wobbled unsteadily, it remained pointed in one direction, even when she turned it towards the sea.

"He's here," Valia gasped. "He's really here!"

"What? He's here?" the other elves asked, circling around. Valia tested the needle over and over from all different angles, and though it failed to give a solid direction, it confirmed that Valon was somewhere on the island. "I can't believe it, we're so close!" she said, shedding tears of joy.

Noah was excited as well. "Let's try it at the palace next."

Focused on their next destination, Noah and elves descended back down into the jungle. As they moved through the greenery, numerous roars reached them, but they didn't recognize the source. There was movement all around them, great hulking shapes darting back and forth under the cover of the underbrush. One of their opponents finally revealed itself, pouncing on the group with a bloodthirsty howl.

It was a hobgoblin, six feet in height, and wielding a tree branch as a club. It was aiming for Valia, and though she managed to draw her sword and block its swing, she didn't have enough time to activate her magic, and its strength and momentum knocked her back. One of the elves stabbed it in the back with his sword, and it countered by striking him across the face, crushing his skull and snapping his neck in the process. A swing of Aithorn's spear managed to remove its head, but it wasn't their only enemy.

More hobgoblins were coming out of the woodwork, armed with spears and clubs like the first, but, as Noah studied them, he realized these were different from the hobgoblin he faced in Clive. Though these creatures had the signature green skin, pointed nose and ears, and sharp tusks of the goblin species, their bodies were more like apes.

Their weapons were also more primitive, showing no signs of whittling or sharpening, and they did not wear pelts or other garb. If compared to humans, then on the evolutionary timeline, they were halfway between gorilla and Neanderthal. Their species had just learned how to walk upright and was starting to understand tools, and in time, their descendants would discover fire.

The elves countered with their bows, launching barrages of arrows that mowed the bravest goblins down and drove the rest back into hiding, but they weren't giving up.

"Let's move!" Noah ordered.

They ran off down the mountain with the goblins in pursuit. They seemed able to move on two feet and all fours with equal dexterity, pursuing the group on the ground and through the trees. Their physical strength was well beyond human, allowing them to hurl great boulders and swing tree trunks with little difficulty. They had no sense of fighting technique, but they understood the advantage weapons gave them, and could defend against the elven swords for at least a few moments.

In the jungle, ambushes came from all sides, but the group found a path, free of trees. However, every step made Noah uneasy. The ground didn't feel right. It was soft and springy, as if....

"It's hollow!" he cursed.

The words were spoken as the ground came apart from under their feet. It was a blanket of interwoven roots covered with a thin layer of dirt, and the group plummeted into the darkness below. They had entered a deep crevasse, carved when the earthquake struck the island, and were freefalling to their death. The elves cast druid magic, taking control of vines and roots to reach down and grab them, but Noah and Valia were too far down to be saved.

"Zodiac: Baol! Udan! Rakshon!" Valia cast.

Powered by magic, Valia kicked off the ravine's wall and rocketed herself toward Noah. She grabbed him with one hand and then jammed her sword into the opposing cliff face, slowing their descent as the enchanted steel carved through rock and clay. They touched down on the ground and each breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn, you're a real life-saver," said Noah.

"It's what I do," she said proudly.

"Are you two all right?" Aithorn asked as the elves lowered themselves down.

"We'll live," Noah replied before producing a sphere of light. Up above, he could hear the howling of the goblins, pacing around the opening to the crevasse. "It doesn't seem they want to want to follow us down here."

"From the echo, this ravine seems to go for quite a distance," said Valia. "With any luck, we'll find a path to the castle."

They set off through the crevasse using torches and magic to light their path. More than simply an opening in the earth, it was a vast system of winding passages, branching off from the original fractures into ancient cave systems. In these dark passages, chitinous creatures thrived.

Worms, insects, and crustaceans of monstrous size crawled through tunnels made by burrowing animals, searching for food. Fortunately, they feared the light and were driven away without violence. The rain carried spores and nutrients down from the jungle, producing a rich ecosystem. Fungus caked the stone walls, and colossal mushrooms bloomed from gathered water.

"Beautiful," Noah murmured as he walked. He could still appreciate the sights even down in the dark, surrounded by monsters and danger. "I've met countless naturalists, biologists, botanists, and zoologists that would fall to their knees if they could see this island."

"You have the heart of an elf," said one of the healers. It was the first time she had spoken to him.

As they continued to travel, the scenery changed. More sunlight was poking through the cover overhead, and the passages were widening. The ground was littered with animal skeletons and packed down from heavy footfalls. They eventually discovered a vast alcove, where something had made a nest for itself using a mix of gathered brush and animal remains. A cluster of eggs sat in the center, each one the size of a beer keg.

"Come on, let's get out of here, fast," said Noah as he examined a shed scale.

They fled the area, but they weren't quick enough, and a shriek echoed through the passages. It was a shrill, piercing screech, like saw blades grinding against each other, and it made everyone cover their ears and fall to their knees, even Noah. He had heard sounds like this before in past lifetimes, harnessed as a weapon to subdue riots and incapacitate enemy units. It wasn't just the volume that caused pain; it was the oscillating sharpness, easily capable of stunning most prey. Evolution had smiled upon this new enemy.

Noah activated his noise-canceller device, but it only dulled the sound enough so the keen-eared elves didn't vomit in agony. Then they saw it, charging their way from the passage they had already traveled. It had six powerful legs, a colossal muscular body covered in scales, and a head filled with sword-like teeth dripping with venom. It was the island's apex predator, a beast that all others feared, a basilisk.

"Run!" Noah shouted.

He and the elves sprinted as fast as they could with the enraged basilisk in pursuit. Having come so close to its nest, simply driving them away wasn't good enough. It wouldn't stop until it had ended all their lives. It continued to shriek, attacking their eardrums to try and slow them down. The elves had to run with their hands over their ears, otherwise the sound would bring them down.

Noah's noise-canceller helped alleviate some the of the effects, but wasn't meant to be used when moving. At the moment, it was providing as much protection as a splash of water before charging into a burning building, but without it, they wouldn't even be able to stand.

As it ran, the basilisk swung its head, hurling venom in all directions that melted whatever it touched. A glob of the black sludge hit one of the healers, bringing her to her knees, screaming in agony. Aithorn picked her up and ran with her on his shoulder, but there was no point. The venom had touched her skin, and that was enough to enter her body and begin destroying everything. With each passing second, her flesh was disintegrating, and the muscle underneath was turning black and melting away. She was dead in less than a minute, with Aithorn now carrying a skeleton oozing liquified tissue.

There was no time to use druidism to get themselves out of the ravine, and though they tried to summon wooden barricades to slow the basilisk down, it smashed through every obstacle with terrifying strength, and its venom killed whatever it touched. Any arrows they launched bounced off its hide without leaving a scratch. Even Aithorn's lightning-enhanced arrows could do nothing to wound it.

In all likelihood, nothing short of an atomic bomb would kill the beast, and Noah suspected it could survive even that. Their best hope was to get back up to the surface, or at least find a passage to duck into, one too small for the basilisk to follow. However, this ravine was a straight shot and far too deep for them to climb out of.

"Valia, any chance you can kill this thing?" Noah asked.

"Basilisk venom can melt through steel! Even if I do somehow manage to wound it, it'll kill me in a second! Best case scenario, we all die and I happen to go first!"

"If we can get to the surface, I might be able to drive it away!" Aithorn shouted. "We just need to...." He trailed off, and everyone realized why. Up ahead was a dead end, with cliff sides too steep to climb, even for the elves. They were cornered, and the basilisk was closing in.

"Anyone have a plan?!" one of the elves yelled.

"I might have one," Noah said, though he was rather reluctant. He faced the charging basilisk with his grimoire in one hand and a wand in the other. He activated his cloning magic, channeled his mana to a specific page, and then pointed his wand at the basilisk. "What you see next, you all take to your graves!"

A storm of color surged from the end of the wand, changing shape as it expanded. Bones wrapped in flesh, a massive body covered in scales, and a mouth filled with teeth and venom all took shape before Noah as if growing in a womb. Valia and the rest of the elves watched in shock, as before them, what was originally one basilisk became two. It was a clone of the basilisk Prince Lupin's army had killed, conjured using a stolen scale.

The problem was that the mana required was far more than Noah could produce. In preparation for this journey, he had made this wand in Sylphtoria, and it was enchanted to boost his magical abilities and allow him to clone larger animals, but nothing on this scale. Still, he forced the spell to work, and to accomplish such a task, a price had to be paid. He was paying in blood, pouring from his nose, eyes, and mouth, as his skin disintegrated.

The two creatures stared at each other; the real basilisk confused about what was happening. It had just been chasing prey, but now faced one of its own kind, seemingly materializing out of thin air. It looked and smelled completely real, but something was horribly wrong. Basilisks were a highly aggressive species, and the only reason it wasn't mauling the newcomer was its condition.

Its body was deformed, its eyes were on the verge of bursting out of their sockets, and when it tried to roar, what came out was a sickly groan of anguish. This basilisk resulted from twisted magic and abominable science. In a state of nature, it never would have even broken free of its shell, let alone reached adulthood. The real basilisk tried to make sense of what was standing before it, pushing Noah closer to the brink of death every second. His wounds were transferring to the illusion, leaving the deformed beast hemorrhaging from all over and roaring in agony the way Noah wished to.