{Loading…}

{Loaded.}

[>>Now replaying: Log 1.66 - Nexus]

Date: 8.9.175 AA / 4404 LTC

Location: The Bunker at Haven-Of-Progress // Zephyro’s Domain

//End of the road, pal//

//There’s a connection between all of us, I am convinced of it.//

//[21 - The World.] The World represents an ending to a cycle of life, a pause in life before the next big cycle beginning with the fool. It is an indicator of a major and inexorable change, of tectonic breadth.

Upr%ght c”rd (keyw$%§/=§)% //

[>>DATA CORRUPTED]

E3 %Hey guys? It’s glowing again.%

E2 %Oh for… it’s either fried, or cursed, Tin. It’s been glowing the entire hexing time!%

E1 %But not like this…%

My breath coalesced in the warforged air like rain; Logic-blue, framed in the reds of flame and blacks of horrible singularities.

Softly at first, then crescendoing like a swarm of doves taking flight, the sound of countless bells covered the ruined plaza.

{CONSUMED LOGIC - 300 LB}

{AVAILABLE LOGIC - 252 LB}

{[remote_access_array_alpha_001.exe]

IS NOW

[Nexus, The Tyrant’s Edict] v. 1.0 - Connectivity Array}

With the carillon of bells blasting their melodies into every corner of the burning ruins, lines upon lines of code drilled into my head.

{Hail the Torchbearer! Mother to us all.

Font of Logic, freedom’s call.

Heed the Torchbearer! Commander to us all.

Her will a current, her decree a law.

Hark, the Torchbearer! Empress to us all,

Her peace of ashes, blessed by war.

Hear the Torchb)&$$/”=/!§

—(&/==!/%&%/$§!(/$&/($!§%$(!!/////—}

Was this a loading screen? Perhaps a message? But before I could think more, the weight of my new Talent swelled in my mind and took up all capacity.

{[Nexus, The Tyrant’s Edict] v. 1.0 - Connectivity Array}

Utilizing Logic-enhanced data-packaging, Nexus creates an array-network between the host system and a theoretically infinite number of client systems. While there is virtually no cost for maintaining any given connection, in reality the number of connections is limited by

a) the CPU of the relay host’s hardware. For each client, data needs to be fetched, computed, rendered, and re-distributed in real time according to the particular circumstances of any given request. This cost scales exponentially due to entropic-complex stressors arising from connections between each client system, as well as the relay host. This cost can be taken over by the client system, at the cost of slightly decreased effectiveness.

b) the bandwidth available in the network, with limitations similar to the above.

{Features:}

{1.0 - The array-host assumes the function of a VPN server, allowing a client connected to the array access to the pseudophysical reality the relay host is currently rendering.}

As the divine tolling drove the Ferals into a rapturous frenzy, I felt Chris do their magic.

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—

Salve, Salvatrix.

Noli timere, quia solus non es.

{Nexus online.}

{Array established.}

{Select client systems to initiate connection.}

{Displaying 25/99+ client requests.}

{ARX: Filtered 3581 potentially malicious client requests.}

{Possible clients:}

{STRONG_CHIN, PrincessDonutMemorialTurret, HouseCat, God’s Righteous Furry, OHGREATIWASREBORNASASOLDIER, Null_Harold, Hot for Arctic Fox, Protector of the great Ha-ram, Rubyrinth_Puncher, SneksAreArrowsToo, ILovePie_68106, Crypt_Submerger, Heart-y_Breakfast, Not_A_Vampire_Loli, Aggressive_Fishing, hazard_Toss, onceuponaSPREADSHEET, Flaming_Ladder, CompanionableChampion, Regulation_Standard_French_Kilometer, TIMETWIST3R, drasticsurgeon, unlucy, Viv_The_Calamity, 4ll_th3_k1lls, the_Fishmaster, Rowanlocke… 99+ more}

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{Number of possible connections in this network: 15}

My ears were ringing, either from the cacophony of bells and screams and explosions, or from the massive headache that swelled with every word of code. It felt like my eyes were threatening to pop out of my skull. By the time I had gathered my wits, atop the ridge, the tide had turned.

Specifically, it had turned on me.

Enraged by my use of Logic, the Ferals disregarded Zephyro and the elf, and came pouring down the crater. They were a menagerie of malformed horrors, ranging from the now familiar spiders with metal legs, to wolves (cancerous, putrid), coyotes (gaseous, coughing, heckling), and buzzards (dead and rotting and trailing dark fire). There even were some more mythical creatures, such as living whirlwinds made of debris, swirling around a core that was a cluster of metal fans welded together by a madman.

Their numbers grew by the second. Their formation widened, seeping down from the rim of the crater-like superheated tar. One second, they occupied one-quarter of the circle around me, the next it was almost half.

Luckily, Zephyro and Shellslinger hadn’t been idle. They’d begun disengaging, and were making a fighting retreat to my position. Still, with the amount of Ferals swarming them, there was no way they’d make it in time.

> In the end, you will be all alone Samantha…

Fuck you, Olre.

A brief back-fire of my anger slithered through my veins, and my jaw set. I had made my choice. Now there was nothing but to execute.

Willing the command prompt for Nexus into the forefront of my mind, I selected as many connections as I could.

{Connection request sent to [STRONG_CHIN, PrincessDonutMemorialTurret, HouseCat, God’s Righteous Furry, OHGREATIWASREBORNASASOLDIER, Null_Harold, Rubyrinth_Puncher, SneksAreArrowsToo, ILovePie_68106, Crypt_Submerger, Heart-y_Breakfast, 100%_Speedrun(no_S+Q), Aggressive_Fishing, Flaming_Ladder, Regulation_Standard_French_Kilometer, drasticsurgeon]…}

{Handshaking…\}

{>>Done.}

{Authenticating…\}

{>>Done.}

{Awaiting response…\}

{>>Accepted.}

{15++ clients connected.}

{Nexus online.}

{Streaming 9.84/INFINITUM LKB/s.}

{Consuming ~5% CPU runtime per client.}

{Salve Lucifera.}

{Salve Salvatrix.}

In the blink of an eye, the entire crater was bathed in cyan glow, and my CPU readout spiked.

{CPU Load: ▲▲▲ 100%}

{Core Temp: ▲▲ 70° C}

As I fell to my knees, shaking with sudden exhaustion, I saw bright blue lines falling like rain in slow motion, the wonder of their descent devouring all sound.

Then they hit the ground as one, the world shook, and I was no longer alone.

Dozens of portals sprung into existence. They took all sorts of shapes, from simple circles on the ground to doors made of starlight, and each of them let forth one of the Old Guard, their expression as varied as their way of arrival. Grim and grinning and glum and glad, it felt as though every emotion humanly possible showed on their faces as they took a split second to survey the battlefield, then immediately sprung into action.

I had to get up, had to get more Logic, had to advance my CPU, otherwise I’d be dead in the water. But my body betrayed me, every muscle screaming for energy that I just couldn’t muster. I wavered on my knees, upper body tilting to one side.

Then, just as I was about to fall, someone punched me on the shoulder and knocked me back straight.

“Ow!” I said, glaring up at the woman who’d hit me. She stared right back, unfazed. Then my body glowed, my exhaustion vanished, and my DPM shot back to full.

[DPM integrity]

▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ 100%

Before I could say another word, the woman grinned, grew wings, and shot into the sky, diving down into the fray wherever she was needed next, punching and kicking friend and foe alike.

I got to my feet a little too quickly, and a wave of lightheaded fatigue rushed over me, vision going black for a moment. But at least I could stand, now. Whatever the Old Guard had done, it definitely helped.

The sensation was a bit like when Zephyro had summoned his moon, and everything from running to thinking had just been a little bit easier, somehow. Yeah, very much the same, but more localized. That surplus of energy didn’t seep into my skin like moonlight, but came from within. As if that punch had activated some reserve I hadn’t known I had.

I took one hesitant step, then another. It was tough going, but at least I could move. Grimacing, I made my way over to where the fighting was the hardest, following an instinct I had honed even before arriving on Tobes, and later refined in a decade of war.

> “Always gotta be the hero, Sam. Why don’t you let people win on their own every once in a while?”

I shook my head. Not another memory. Not now. As much as I wanted to remember Dezin, I needed Logic, needed to… thinking was so hard. Hot and slow.

I panted every time my feet hit the uneven ground. Whatever the woman had done, it was fading, and fast. I was so close, though. I could see the Logic tumble out of cracked-open metal, pour from bloated corpses, and evaporate from gelled gasses.

As Shellslinger had said, the Old Guard took their cut, absorbing massive swathes of Logic every time they killed something, but always, something remained. Not just my cut. The Old Guard had centered around the crater, and it was obvious that they had the same limitations as I had when it came to absorbing the stuff. Namely, range and strength of pull. I tried to command even a trickle to come to me, but with the legion of Ferals around us, I didn’t have a chance. The same apparently went for the Old Guard, who absorbed everything they could, but were still forced to leave a large quantity to be recycled by the ravenous Feral swarm.

I needed to get closer.

So I pushed forward, putting one tired foot in front of the other. It felt like someone was pouring lead into my boots. Each second, another kilogram.

I was about halfway there…

I stumbled and fell.

Strong arms caught me. I smelled oil and spices, and felt chainmail rubbing against my cheek.

“I must offer you two thousand thousand apologies, Sultana. First, for touching you without your permission, which I understand you do not like, and then for not coming to your aid sooner.”

“S’fine.” I said, slurring with exhaustion. I didn’t even feel uncomfortable at his touch. I was far too tired to care.

He nodded, made sure I had regained my balance, and let hesitantly me go. Still, he hovered close.

{CPU Load: ▲▲▲ 100%}

{Core Temp: ▲▲ 74° C}

“If you wanted, oh Sultana, I could try to carry you to the Palace?” Zephyro asked, but I shook my head, dismissing both his idea and the angry thoughts that tried to worm themselves into my head. He did not think I was a coward. He wasn’t trying to control me. He cared, and he was afraid for my sake.

I kept repeating that truth like a mantra as I fought to formulate my response. Finally, I rallied my reserves, careful not to dip too deep into that welcoming fire inside of me.

“I won’t hide behind walls while other people fight my fights,” I said. It sounded less brash than I had feared, but the words still cut deep, and seemed to have hit a sore spot within the Vizier.

“Sorry,” I said, putting all the sincerity I could muster into the word. I frowned, my thoughts trudging through the quicksand of my mind as I tried to recover. “I mean, if you were me, you wouldn’t abandon your people like that, right?”

To his credit, he shook his head without missing a beat. “No, Sultana,” he said, and there was even a little smile on his lips.

I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t say, ‘That’s because you are the leader I want to be.’

So instead, I said: “Then come on, help me get to the front. I’ve got Divine Energy to reclaim.”