We took the cats to Valfarden. It was still dark, the rescue and research having only taken about half the night, and the shadows provided perfect cover for us to move unseen. When we hit the polar regions, we dismounted and I had to carry Bethy piggyback because she insisted it was the best way for Bael’s stealth to affect her.

Eventually though, we reached our target, and we stopped outside the village to surveil the situation. This time, we let Chelsea out to consult after we’d dug a small snow cave to watch from, just in case of overhead watchers like we’d had last time.

Once Bethy confirmed we were unwatched, Chelsea joined us in watching the place, and was able to confirm some things.

“The Heart of Winter is there.” She said, pointing to a crystal blue ice gazebo in the center of town. “That leads into a cavern beneath the snow that houses the spring. We need to find out exactly what’s down there before we go in. Whatever Travis is doing, it almost definitely involves the spring somehow.”

I nodded. As much as I wanted to just hit the damned thing head on, I knew that it was important to gather intel. “That’s my cue. Bethy, expand the cave and let the others out. I’ll do a circuit of the spring and take some recordings. I want as good an idea as possible of what they’re actually DOING before we attack.”

After that mess in the Aetherbright Academy, I’d learned my lesson about going off half cocked. Trying to stop some random event without knowing the details had screwed us last time, and I learned from my mistakes.

I could get info in real time from my mom and Zeke through Callie, and I was going to use that source of information.

My sister glared at me. “I don’t like it.” She admitted. “But I understand. Just…be careful, ok?”

“Damn.” I said in a deadpan voice. “I was going to set off fireworks and sing the Callus planetary anthem backwards. I guess I’ll just stick to stealth this time. Good thing you mentioned it.”

“Don’t be sarcastic.” She said acidly. “You’re not very good at it.” She stepped forward and yanked me into a bonecrushing hug. “Be safe. Ass. I kind of like not being an only child anymore. If you make me go back to the old way I’ll kick your ass.”

I smiled at her warmly, even if she couldn’t see it. “Love you too, sis.”

“Awww!” Bethy cooed at us, clapping her hands together. “You two are just the cutest siblings ever. It reminds me of how I am with some of my brothers. Well, the ones that still talk to me. Some of them resent me because daddy likes me best. Those are the ones that don’t talk to me. Well, them and Peter, but he’s a whiner, he survived the fall off that cliff fine, and I apologized after.”

Chelsea gave me a conflicted look. “You could be much worse. I see that now.”

“Hey!” Said our vampire friend, stomping her foot. “That’s mean. You’re being mean. I should push YOU off a cliff. But like…a small one. I like you way better than Peter.”

“I’m going to go sneak into occupied enemy territory all by myself.” I said with a wave as I turned to leave. “Somehow that seems safer.” I triggered Bael and vanished as I stepped out of our makeshift case. As soon as I was out, the blizzard going on around me swallowed me completely.

Wind, snow, and nothing else. I suspected something magical about the storm, because after I entered it, I lost sight of the village completely until I triggered Eye of Revelation. Once I did that, I got outlines, but nowhere near as clear as from the cave. It took a few minutes of walking (I used Ripple Running so I didn’t leave footprints) to breach the town border.

As soon as I crossed inside the town line, the stealth effect vanished. It was a surprising sensation, and I was pretty sure Bethy had been responsible for me being able to see the place from the cave. I shook it off, keeping my eyes peeled for any sign of habitation.

I saw…nothing. Valfarden was empty. No people, not even tracks in the snow. The blizzard stopped around the town like some kind of spatial snowglobe, flowing in one side of a dome of empty air and out the other.

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Because there were no people, I reached the gazebo quickly and without any problems. Once I did though, I finally caught sight of some guards.

Wendigos. Easily ten of them, lying in wait in the snow. Something about their dull gray skin made them blend into the environment, like chameleons. They didn’t notice me, and I took a circuitous path to avoid literally tripping over them. Finally though, I reached an inner circle that I couldn’t go around.

State of Grace made me lighter, and Bael kept the sound of my short leap over the guards silent as I stepped off a platform in the air, landing silently on the snow on the other side. A Double Trouble took me past the one waiting right inside the gazebo, and when I arrived, I froze (figuratively, though it was cold as hell out here) to wait and see if I’d been compromised.

I hadn’t, and I set off down the stairs. The spiral steps were made of frosted ice, though they provided surprisingly good traction. Once I reached the bottom, I looked around carefully for any nearby guards.

There weren’t any. Just a huge cavern full of…people. Bodies, though I could see with Eye of Revelation that they weren’t dead. Only frozen.

Past the field of frozen humans was a sort of icy fountain. The fountain itself was the same crystal blue of the gazebo, but the water running through it was much different. A sickening black red energy permeated the liquid, corroding the blue fountain (which was in itself a pretty nauseating sight given the skulls and screaming people carved into it) only for it to recover almost immediately after as the energy waned.

I started my scan ring, beginning the recording process as I tried to get closer. As I did though, I stopped cold. At the edge of the pool formed by the fountain, there were a number of dark metal constructs. People were strapped down to them, hanging parallel to the water, which leapt up and burned into the struggling, screaming captives.

Two of whom I recognized. Cicero and Valk hung over the liquid, tears of corrupted blood running from their eyes as they roared in pain, veins writhing under their skin darkly.

They were alive. Clearly being…converted or something, but alive. This had just gone from vandalism to rescue mission. For the first time in a while I was genuinely happy. Nat had not been doing well. Hope kept her going, but it was fading quickly. I’d been really worried about what finding Valk dead might do to her.

Abel would be thrilled too. Granted, I had a feeling I’d need to personally purify them in a way similar to Felicity, but the process clearly wasn’t complete yet. I wanted to rush in and tear apart their restraints, but I held off.

This was recon. I’d already seen what running off without a plan could do, and I refused to lose them because I was impatient. They were alive after months, which meant they were holding out better than most people would have. Though…looking closer I could see they were stronger than they had been. More Impact. E-rank.

Whatever that dark energy was, it seemed familiar. It was probably what had been letting Travis make the Wendigos strong so much faster. It reminded me a bit of that human sacrifice muck from the Ruined Soul Temple, which didn’t bode well.

I forced myself to focus. Where there was life there was hope. I just needed to get as much info as I could and consult the experts. We could rescue them, take out this spawning ground, and then hit Valen before Travis could recover, seriously rebalancing the calculus of war on this planet before our final push.

Not that it would be easy. Looking past my restrained friends (well, friend, Cicero was mostly just a dick I tolerated) I could see that the ‘fountain’ I’d seen was just one of about two dozen pylons radiating out in concentric circles from one even larger fountain, which appeared to literally be an ice sculpture of a giant hundred foot Wendigo with sickening brackish water pouring from a gaping hole in its chest where its heart should be.

Who the actual fuck had come to this cave and found THAT and decided to drink from it? The thing was horrifying. The brackish water was flowing out in spiderweb cracks into the sub pools with the fountains, around which thirteen captives struggled.

Some were nearly converted, already with horns and greying stretched tight skin, and some were still screaming and crying black red liquid, but there were LOTS of them.

As I watched, a pair of free Wendigos approached one of the horned ones, pulled up the black metal mechanism with a handle, then unchained it and tossed it to the ground. When it hit the cavern floor in between the pools, it screamed and writhed, reaching up to use butchers knife claws to start ripping away pieces of its flesh.

Beneath it, the grey hide of a Wendigo emerged, and within a few minutes, the creature climbed to its feet, screaming joyfully.

Walking over the field, they grabbed a frozen body, shoved it into the metal contraption, and then shoved it back down to lay parallel to the water. The red black liquid hit the ice and began to erode it, but unlike the fountains it didn’t recover. Before long, the man woke up, and his own screaming began.

I swallowed hard. That was…that hadn’t been easy to watch. I forced myself to stay cool, watching closely in case there was more information. I made a slow circuit around the room, double checking for any possible signs I might be able to use.

Lucky for me, this place smelled like old blood and rotting flesh, which covered for me so the Wendigos couldn’t scent me even if Bael didn’t prevent it. I could smell it through my mask and it was making me sick.

After I completed my rounds, I slowly removed myself from the cavern, climbing the gazebo steps and making a quick but steady retreat. I didn’t stop until I got to our makeshift cave.

When I entered, I found our whole force waiting. I ignored most of them, striding up to my cousin, desperate to give her some good news. She frowned at me as I approached. “Shane? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I said happily. Then paused. “Ok, no, that place was a fucking nightmare factory, my soul is throwing up, but that’s not important right now. This isn’t a burn and turn raid anymore. We’re going to have to do a bit more planning. This is a rescue mission. Nat…Valk is down there. And he’s alive.” I turned to Abel. “Cicero too. They’re not HAPPY, but they’re not dead. We can save them.”

My cousin stared at me in shock, eyes filling with tears, and then she threw herself into my arms. I held her close as she sobbed in relief. She’d been in denial for so long now, pretending to have hope when she’d really known the truth deep down. Hearing that she’d been wrong, that her last living friend wasn’t gone.

I held her as she cried, until finally, she went silent and I stepped back. “Well, if we want to get them, we need all the help we can get.” I reached out through the bond, and at my request shadow figures of Callie, my mother, and Zeke appeared. “Alright.” I said turning to them. “This is what I saw down there.” I spun up my scan ring and projected the recording. The planning session began.