Zen was quite certain that Argrave had lost his mind.

First, it started with the name mix-up. He thought that Argrave was calling him Ji Meng as some sort of joke or pointed barb, but as time carried on, it became painfully obvious that Argrave genuinely thought his name was Ji Meng. Argrave carried himself with such force and confidence that it was difficult to even consider correcting him.

Second, as they explored this strange realmthe Stormfield, as he called it, and as Zen had come to acceptArgrave often retreated into itself. He would stop speaking for a few minutes at a time, making strange hand movements that mightve been spasms. When he was finished, he would emerge from this state acting as though he knew everything, like hed just seen some vision that told them everything they needed to know about the situation. For instance

Do you know what this place is? Argrave asked. Hed been standing on the top of a high peak overlooking the vast plateau of stone for the past hour, yet then suddenly he opened his eyes again and asked that question. In that time, Zen had studied their surroundings on his lonesome. The terrain was very familiar, but much of it was blocked out beneath the haze of the purple sky above.

Zen shook his head. No. I mean, I think its familiar, but I cant say for

Its a Phillensian Soul Model. According to everything Im reading, it wasnt copied from its inventor. The Emperor of the Great Chu mustve developed it independently, centuries before Phillen ever did. A genius man indeed. And unlike the Phillensian Soul Model, its using our blood as the conduit to our souls. Meaning, to enter and leave the model the person doesnt need to perish. And like I suspected, the strength and amount of the blood in question determines the power the soul is capable of exerting.

Zen nodded as if anything Argrave said made sense. Hed studied the Stormfield, but had heard nothing about Soul Models or ever heard the name Phillen.

So, whats the plan? Zen questioned.

This place is a model of the whole mountain that the Palace of Heaven is based atop of, Argrave explained with extreme confidence. Its a model without the gates, without everythingjust land and sky. I suspect under ordinary circumstances, wed see everything we dontthe buildings and all those within them. Wed be able to control the Stormfieldbe a hidden hand of god, dominating the battlefield. But with all of our blood mixing into the vessel, and with none of us submitting to one another, the Stormfield isnt functioning quite right.

Right. Thats a sensible deduction, Zen agreed, not quite sure what he was agreeing to. It sounded right, but how could Argrave know this?

So, we have to kill every last bit of Sataistador, or make him submitbut I think we both know thats not likely. Argrave stroked his chin. And once that all happens, well have the whole might of the Stormfield at our disposal. The hand of god. He looked at Zen. Im going to give you control of it. And then, were going to do Sataistador like he was done before. Were going to break him. And this time, hes not going to be getting back up.

Im not sure what it is Im agreeing to, Zen finally admitted, sensing that he was being called upon to do something dangerous.

Its simple. Argrave put his hand on Zens shoulder. Have you ever heard of a battle between souls?

Thats the domain of necromancy. Zen narrowed his eyes.

Not necessarily. Dont be narrow-minded, Ji Meng. Argrave shook his head like he was disappointed. In a battle of souls, you can conjure whatever your mind can imagine. Its a straight-up slugging match of willpower. A Phillensian Soul Model is similar, but it has certain dictates imposed. Soonce Sataistador is out of the picture, youll be subject to those dictates. Namely, youll be bestowed with the ability to use the Stormfield to your whims. Then, youll put an end to all of our enemies. Simple enough?

Zen thought it did sound simple enough, but he wasnt entirely sure how Argrave had come to any of these conclusions. Still, he gave a cautious nod. But you said to do that, we have to kill Sataistador. What gives you any confidence we can do that?

Like I saidthe strength of the blood is proportionate to the strength that the soul can exert in the model. Argrave tapped his temple. I came prepared. Do you know what its like to have unlimited magic power?

By magic, you mean vital force?

I forgetyou call it vital force. Argrave shook his head. Yes, unlimited vital force. Do you have any idea whats that like? Because I do. I have a very good memory of what thats like. I have experience using it, too. And since Almazora helped me out, its like the days when I had Erlebnis blessing.

Well, whatre you going to do with it? Zen questioned, indulging him.

I think Im going to see if I can use S-rank spells. Argrave tapped his temple. Its all in my head so clearly, it feels like I just need to reach out and grab it. Ive been watching videos about it for what feels like days. Ive got the itch, and Ive got a rather nice testing ground.

I was told youre an A-rank spellcaster. Zen crossed his arms.

Was. Now it all seems so obvious, so easy. Argrave scratched his cheek, smiling. What the hell is an army before absolute power? I suppose well see. Soall this sound good, Ji Meng?

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And as the third bit of evidence that Argrave had lost his mind he decided to face off against Sataistador, alone, while experimenting whether or not he was capable of casting S-rank spells.

Yeah, it sounds good, Zen reluctantly consented, without much say in the matter.

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Though Anneliese had nearly succumbed to panic upon seeing what Argrave had done, she had managed to steel herself. He often did dangerous things, but cutting his wrists was a new onehe was generally a little more subtle about his suicide attempts. After so many tries, hed never once succeeded in taking his own life, so she obeyed his words calmly and kept him alive. Perhaps that was the reason he failed so oftenher keeping him alive, that is.

Almazora had imbued Argrave with enough magic to kill him, and Anneliese used her [Life Cycle] to pry it free gently while keeping what little blood he had left circulating. As he lay there, the majority of his blood gone, Anneliese could feel a strange energy pulsing between him and the Stormfieldit was present in Sataistador, too, though his divinity muffled the sensation enough she barely noticed. That had been all she needed to focus on, at first but as Argrave promised, the whole of this place descended into chaos.

An army ambushed all of them, as though simply appearing out of thin air. It was an army of the most hardened soldier in the world, repeated infinitely.

Anneliese heard some from Elenore, and saw some on her own in this place. Sataistadorin multiple forms, and of varying strengthssurrounded the Palace of Heaven, directly attacking Argraves armies. He had bowmen, infantrymen, and spellcasters all. They harried their soldiers efficiently, pinning them down. The tables had turnedit was Argraves forces under siege, now, from a numerically superior opponent.

Their foes never extended themselves so much as to force a serious confrontation. Meanwhile, stronger, more formidable forms of the god of war did battle with the gods. Even Law was forced on the backfootnot from their power, but from their strategy. Sataistador had divided his forces so effectively that they were at a standstill. In time, their superior strength might make itself known, but for now, it was a deadlock. Meanwhile, the Qircassian Coalition descended in force, redoubling the pressure.

As for where Anneliese resided, Rook and Raccomen fought the seemingly-endless waves that came from the inert body of Sataistador as his blood pumped into the Stormfield. As above, so below; though they were certainly his superior in terms of strength, they were far inferior in terms of strategy and effectiveness. Rook had power, but wasnt yet used to it. Even if he was, the Sataistador infantrymen werent easily broken, constantly covered by the bowmen. And lurking behind all of that was the god of wars spellcasters, ready and willing to inflict serious damage upon any who slipped up at all. Almazora dealt with what few attacks got past.

Anneliese felt like a sitting duck, trapped in the dark. But her eyes told of a hidden dance, tooone just as severe, just as powerful. She had [Truesight]. She could see beyond the pale, to realms hidden and unknown. And she saw unimaginable powerdancing in the darkness. Dim echoes, carrying the signature of the man she knew better than anyone.

As she sat there, keeping the magic from overwhelming him, she knew that his soul echoed out in some strange eternity. Argrave was fighting desperately in a realm that was neither mortal nor divine. The echoes of his power were like a distant chime hidden behind the main song of war but without these chimes, the song would feel hollow, and empty.

And just alongside Argraves power was another instrument, another beat. A drum. Constant, loud, and bassy, it rumbled Annelieses heart and sparked dread. It was a drum of war, a drum of the march. Anneliese had no evidence, but she felt conviction in what was occurring. The Stormfield. Argrave and Sataistador were fighting to see who would claim it.

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The constant barrage of arrows seeking to end Argraves life were as constant as the noises of thunder all around. Argrave soared through the sky, using spells hed never even heard of for unmatched mastery in this fight. If he looked inward, there was little he couldnt findthe magic coursed through his body as freely as it ever had, and his mind was the sharpest itd been. Perhaps his Undying Soul was giving an edge in the fight.

But his enemy their ferocity was limitless.

A vast horde of red-haired warriors, each of their beards billowing smoke into the air, sought to claim Argraves body as a trophy. The moment he alighted, they descended upon him with an axe. If he took to the air, their arrows shot upward in numbers enough to snuff the stars. Any spells he castand indeed, he cast a great manywere met by wards of equivalent strength. Footmen, bowmen, and spellmenwith a sound strategy and good fighters to carry out that strategy, it felt insurmountable.

Do you want to know what I often told myself in war? The army shouted, as one. Their combined voices were loud enough that noise echoed off distant peaks, hurting Argraves ears. If only I had more good soldiers, everything would be a damned picnic. Talented peopleyou know the type! If you tell them to do something, they can do it. You tell them to shoot a bow, theyre going to hit their target. You tell them to fight a man, theyre going to win. You tell them to follow a strategy, they do it without question, without flaw! Youre one of them, and youve got some of them. Anneliese, Elenore. They get things done.

Argrave soared upward into the air as more arrows rose up to claim his life. Wind billowed from his fingertips, caressing his body gently as it took him to the heavens.

What I wanted, Argrave, was an army of people like that, their great choir shouted. With that, the whole damned world would kneel. But I couldnt get a thousand good men. Time and time again, you get people fucking up at the wrong time. Always a weak link, always a chain snapping when pressures applied. Being a leader, a real leader, you start to learn its not about telling people what to do. Its about being able to handle the incompetence you get.

Argrave wasnt able to answercountless bolts of lighting rose up into the air to smite him, and he made wards enough to block them away as he got some space with his blood echoes.

Theres a simple maxim. If you want something done right, you do it yourself! Sataistadors army roared, and the noise of a thousand axes banging against a thousand shields echoed across this replica of the mountain. Maybe you get that. Maybe thats why youre here.

And maybe youre just an asshole! Argrave shouted in frustration.

Forget damaging Sataistadorhe barely had the time to breathe, let alone attack. He had limitless power at his fingertips, and none of it was working out. Something needed to change.

All the countless Sataistadors laughed, their voices echoing across the whole world. Maybe I am. But it doesnt matter how you carry yourself, so long as youre the winner in the end. Then, you can write the story however you want.

Ill be sure to tell everyone what you were like once I win, then, Argrave called out, then spit as he looked upon Sataistadors horde of soldiers. "Because I don't see any good men down there, much less a thousand."