Jackal Among Snakes - Chapter 604

What did Lindon want?

The only things that they had learned that might clue them in was what he had done and what he had said. He seemed to have vague dominion over much of the world, though was in some ways limited by the events of millennia past—unfortunately, Argrave hadn’t seen the details of this peace treaty to know how his vast power was limited. Despite his power, Lindon remained largely unseen, largely unfelt. He clearly could influence the world—the three of them, plus the city they had passed through, was evidence enough of that.

“He allowed us to come here,” Elenore’s voice entered his mind through Lira’s connection. “There’s significance to that act.”

Orion, however, spoke aloud. “Gods, no matter their kinship, remain ever-bound to their domain. Lindon has mastery over minds, dreams, and consciousness.”

As Argrave took in their opinions, accepting they were deferring to his choice for now, he had thoughts of his own. Was the answer in front of them, as plain as day? Had Lindon merely wanted the Fruit of Being? Even despite that bizarre journey they’d gone through, details remained muddled as to what that fruit actually was.

“I’d like to ask a question,” Argrave called out to Lindon as the tide of snakes raged all around him.

The tree that Lindon coiled about glowed brilliantly, and Argrave recognized that familiar sensation—the glow of amusement. Argrave thought the serpent’s silver maw was inches away from his face, yet somehow the deity moved it miles closer until Argrave could feel the warm breath from the serpent’s nose.

“I am glad the atmosphere did not make you act overeagerly,” Lindon said, his voice echoing around Argrave’s skull like a bullet ricocheting in a metal room. “You may each ask one, but I shall decide how to answer, if at all. Elenore has already expended hers.”

They looked between each other, and Argrave pointed to himself indicating he had something he wished to ask. Neither dissented, and so Argrave walked across the tide of gold.UpTodated novels on novel()bin(.)com

“What are these Fruits of Being capable of?” Argrave asked.

“Being,” Lindon said as if it was a stupid question, and Argrave briefly considered if he was going to be mocked and answered with that alone before the snake continued. “Should you plant it into the ground, life would sprout; a Gilderwatcher, born of your collective will and tempered by ours. Such is how the first of us were born. We are will manifest, but the fruit is more than merely that. It is potential. It is the future.”

Lindon pulled his head backward and ascended in a corkscrew. “Should you eat it, you will be made greater, reforged by your will and that of those within the tree. Should you cut it, bountiful fertility will pour from its wound, reshaping even the most barren wastelands into fertile fields capable of growing crops enough to feed millions. Should you desire anything else of it, you need only act with conviction. Anything that is within its power, it will do. Is that not the nature of Being?”

Having heard its description, Argrave knew what the hell he wanted—that fruit. The question, however, remained unanswered. That didn’t feel like something that the giant serpent before him truly desired. He had no insights into the truth of Lindon’s being, but what he saw was the deity’s countless relatives—those Lindon ostensibly raised, nurtured, as family. Children were reflections of their parents, in part, and Argrave didn’t see budding blossoms of ambition. Neither did he see any burden from the Gilderwatcher’s fall from grace and subsequent peace treaty. Argrave had felt the scars from the war, but each wound spoke only of a desire to avoid forcing others into the same fate. They would not war because they had endured war.

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“You’re spacing out. ‘Alright, let’s’ what?”

Argrave heard a voice, and whipped his head to spot Rook. When he looked around more, he realized that he stood in front of Raccomen’s gateway. His brain whirled, before he finally realized this was the spot where Lindon had first spoke to Argrave. He turned his head toward his siblings. From look alone, he knew they’d just experienced the same thing. He spotted something peculiar on their person, and soon enough, realized he had some, too.

Whatever had happened, they brought with them their four Fruits of Being—one in Elenore’s hand, another in Orion’s, and two with Argrave. He could feel them, like a great rift in reality, both weightless and of infinite weight concurrently.

After remembering what Lindon had said, Argrave walked toward Orion. “Set down the box,” he insisted.

Orion nodded, placing the golden cube he held in hand down on the ground. Rook, however, urgently gripped Argrave. “What are you doing?! Isn’t... isn’t the Smiling Raven in there?” he whispered.

“Not any longer,” Argrave shook his head. “Just trust me, won’t you?”

Argrave touched the cube, then called upon the Domain of Law. Though he used none of its power, the cube responded to Law’s divine spark. He heard a click, and the handle jutted upward slightly. Orion took hold of it, pulling the heavy thing backward. It returned to its initial form—a shield. They all stepped back.

The great figure within slowly emerged, rising from a compressed mass within the cube to something vaguely human. Argrave was both eager to speak to the one within, yet reasonably cautious about what could go wrong. Perhaps Lindon intended for one of them to use the Fruit of Being to cure the Alchemist. Whatever the case, Argrave was ready.

Gray eyes took shape on that familiar imposing form. They looked around, taking in the sights as his body stayed still. His hair grew, forming a robe around his body, and a mouth slowly split open on his face.

“Where are we?” he asked, voice splintering ice just as Argrave remembered it.

“New portal near the Great Chu,” Argrave told him. “How do you feel, Raven?”

The man looked at himself, his whole body, as if it was foreign. A long while of silence passed under his silent scrutiny, before he turned to look at Argrave.

“Whole,” he finally said. “Alive.”