Aetheral Space

Chapter 400:13.58: All-Word (Part 2)

Several Years Ago, In The Ruins Of A Mind…

Atoy Muzazi tightened his grip on the hilt of Luminescence as he strode through the burning metal hallway.

Luminescence was his. Luminescence was extremely important to him. This he knew to be true. So long as he held Luminescence, he was Atoy Muzazi -- and he couldn’t be anyone but Atoy Muzazi, so Luminescence was always close. It was a source of comfort for him. It held sentimental value. He could never leave it behind.

He swung his sword, and cut down a Sharktooth Pirate that had been charging at him. The bug-eyed Scurrant dropped to the ground, throat cleanly cut. His own knife went unbloodied.

Sharktooth Pirates… yes, Sharktooth Pirates. He had been briefed on them. He had been briefed on the threat to the Supremacy.

They were descended from mercenaries that the Great Chain had hired to bolster their forces during their war against the Supremacy. After the Halcyon family had betrayed their comrades and the Great Chain had been broken, the mercenaries had scattered, reorganizing into small bandit crews to harass Supremacy vessels. There were rumors that the remnant government of the Lesser Chain, located in the UAP, still paid the Sharktooth Pirates for that purpose. He knew this. The information had been given.

The time had come to eliminate them. It was an order from the Commission. Orders were orders. He had to obey this order because Supremacy. It was the right thing to do.

He swung his sword, and chopped off a head.

He swung his sword, and sliced off an arm.

He swung his sword, and opened up a stomach.

He swung, and swung, and swung. That was his function right now. He was barely formed, a nascent consciousness, a phoenix still choking on its own ashes. Nothing but information and bestowed intent. Everything was still in the process of pulling together. The mold called personality had yet to spread over the underlying mechanisms. For the time being, he was only one step above an automatic. Perhaps not even that.

So he swung, and swung, and swung.

All Atoy Muzazi was -- right now -- was the swing of a sword.

Present Day…

"Wounds: heal!"

"Wounds: heal!"

"Wounds: heal!"

All Atoy Muzazi had -- right now -- were the swings of his blades. So swing he did.

He pursued Dorothy Eiro across the arena, white Radiants so fast that they were more like flashes of light. The onlookers finally had an Atoy Muzazi match taking place in the actual arena, but all the same he doubted they could see what was going on. As Muzazi pursued, and Dorothy retreated, both of them were just flashes of light -- white and blue.

Floating holographic screens were showing slowed-down segments of the fight to the audience, but Muzazi paid them no mind. He was fully devoted to the attack right now.

Swing. Swing. Swing. Swing.

More than once his attacks made contact, carving through Dorothy’s skin -- but just as quickly, All-Word would heal those injuries. It was tempting to think of this fight -- against an enemy who could simply undo any of your successes -- as hopeless. But Atoy Muzazi had never been one for temptation.

There were two distant hopes.

The first was that the blood Muzazi had spilled still remained on the floor of the arena. He would have expected it to return to Dorothy’s body before her wounds snapped shut, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Did that mean she was still losing blood? If so, he could wear her down. Fatigue was no wound, and so he could keep attacking until she tired out. A battle of attrition.

On the other hand, the second hope…

"Radiant Almighty!"

Two mighty pillars of light erupted from the ground on either side of the fighters, like heavenly gates -- and then they were instantly struck by an invisible force, dissipating them. Muzazi took the opportunity and darted in, dodging the defensive knife and slashing into Dorothy’s body once again. She moved, of course, and it was shallow -- but it was true.

"Wounds: heal!"

Dorothy had already set the air around her to automatically attack any Radiant Almighty pillars that Muzazi created. Essentially, his most powerful ability was now sealed away -- or so it seemed.

"Radiant Almighty!"

Another two pillars appeared -- this time a little bit further apart -- and were destroyed once again. Dorothy swung her foot at Muzazi with the force of a sledgehammer, and he only narrowly ducked under it. He went to attack as she returned to a standing position, but the floating knife lunged at him and forced him back.

Well, that was fine too.

"Radiant Almighty."

Another two pillars, even further apart -- but this time, they weren’t instantly destroyed. Instead, Dorothy darted out of his range once more, moving backwards towards the first of the pillars. A slam of air evicted the construct from existence, and then she dodged another of Muzazi’s strikes sideways, sending her towards the remaining pillar. It met the same fate quickly enough, but still…

As Atoy Muzazi lunged forward again, blades shining, he thought:

A range limit.

It’s easiest to infuse objects with a firm structure of their own. Something like air doesn’t have that kind of structure, and so those who can reliably infuse and alter it are rare. It’s something that has to specifically be trained for.

If I had to guess, I’d say she can only reliably control the air immediately around herself. Therefore… if I keep her still and create the pillars for Almighty from a distance…

…I can win.

That’s what you’re thinking, isn’t it, Dorothy Eiro?

As Dorothy Eiro dodged backwards, knife dancing through the air around her, she thought:

You’ll try to pin me down, or surround me… some way to keep me from moving freely while you charge up that attack. You already know my air control has a range limit, and you’re making sure to infuse the floor as we move -- so I can’t grab more floor tiles as ammunition. If I send the knife out to destroy the pillars, I’m taking away part of my defense, leaving myself open to more direct attacks.

But still… there are moves I can make.

The blood I’ve left scattered throughout the arena. All-Word replenishes blood automatically when it heals wounds, but that doesn’t mean the blood I’ve left behind is useless: it’s already infused with my Aether, after all. There are plenty of sneak attacks I can make while your back is turned.

That’s what you’re thinking, isn’t it, Atoy Muzazi?

When she uses the blood to strike at my back, I’ll create the pillars for Radiant Almighty.

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But he heard it well enough -- he heard the sound of Dorothy Eiro’s recorded voice.

"Wounds: heal."

There was no time for shock or surprise. Even as the wound on Dorothy’s chest rapidly regenerated, Muzazi lunged down, Radiant ready -- ready to finish this fight. She wouldn’t fall for such a trick again. This was his last chance. This was his --

A black feather drifted through the air next to him.

Move.

Atoy Muzazi’s instinct was clear, and he obeyed it without hesitation -- leaping backwards several meters to put distance between himself and Dorothy. Something was wrong. Goosebumps had spread all over his body. His blood had turned cold. Freezing sweat was pouring down his face. Something was wrong. Something was wrong.

All around Dorothy Eiro, feathers were appearing, dark as night. They floated around her prone form like autumn leaves, slowly swirling as she rose to her feet. As she stood, staggering to her feet, she looked down at the ground with her dark eyes.

Right now, those eyes somehow seemed incredibly, desperately sad.

"It’s a shame…" she breathed, blue Aether surging around her.

"A shame?" Muzazi’s throat was dry, his voice hoarse.

Her gaze drifted back up to meet his. As she moved, more and more black feathers continued to appear around her, until she was standing in the middle of a dark cyclone. A bitter smile rose to her lips.

"I was hoping it’d be clumsier…" she sighed. "But it’s just like riding a bicycle, huh?"

The darkness erupted outwards, utterly engulfing Dorothy for a moment -- and when the void cleared, she was no longer the same.

Massive black wings, like those of a bird, dwarfed her as they spread out from her back. At first, Muzazi wondered if his opponent might secretly be a Scurrant, but no. He could tell from the pressure those wings gave off -- those were Aether constructs, an ability. One of Dorothy’s braids had come loose, her dark hair billowing in a sorrowful breeze. She straightened up, the ground beneath her feet cracking from the sheer strength she exuded.

The kindest Special Officer?

Insanity. This was a monster, or a witch. But that wasn’t all Atoy Muzazi thought, looking at that figure, looking at those wings.

He thought of two years ago.

He thought of Elysian Fields.

He thought of the shining wings he’d spread out.

The emerald burn of the man who’d sought freedom. The overwhelming presence of the man who’d humbled him, destroyed him, who’d tried to kill a Supreme. The strength of one who could soar above everything.

Zachariah Esmerelda.

A shiver went down his spine.

"The Sudden Death," Dorothy Eiro declared, massive wings stretched out behind her. "My first ability… I haven’t missed it."

Muzazi said nothing in response. He dared not.

He just tensed his body, readied his stance, and adjusted his Radiant. He could tell now. He could tell that a single mistake against this opponent would mean death.

Dorothy Eiro would now fight for real…

…or so he thought.

For a moment, Muzazi found himself confused as he felt the Aether vanish from around Dorothy’s body, as he saw the wings she’d just created flicker out of existence. A tiny part of him still dared to hope. Was she giving up? Was she surrendering after all?

No.

She wasn’t dispelling her Aether… she was sending it out.

An Aether ping surged outwards from around her body, bright and fast, crawling across the arena and everything in it.

An Aether ping that carried the will of its user with it, that carried and transmitted the demand she had bestowed it with.

The final command that all things must follow.

The inviolable order at the edge of existence.

The true All-Word.

"Die."