Capítulo 126: Felix Megistus - Chapter Thirteen
"First: Leave the cell. Second: Free the occupants. Third: Profit."
"Occupants?" Guy asked, raising an eyebrow, the edge of suspicion in his voice.
"Profit?" Liora repeated, her tone more curious than skeptical.
"Entities," I clarified, my voice lowering as I glanced down the dim corridor. "They're experimenting on them... gruesome stuff. Some of them, though, don't deserve what's been done to them. We'll set them free."
"They've nullified our tools, Felix," Liora pointed out, her voice laced with worry. The edges of her confidence were fraying in this place, and who could blame her?
"Doesn't matter," I replied with a nonchalant shrug. "I've struck a deal with a new god... or at least something godlike."
"And what does this godlike being want in return?" Guy asked, the suspicion in his voice deepening, his hand tightening on the hilt of his sword.
"Same as last time," I answered, the weight of previous bargains hanging heavy in the air. "Freedom."
"And the profit? Or did you mean prophet?" Liora asked, her skepticism slipping back into place.
"A prophet of profit," I said with a slight grin. "It's a win-win-win. And by the way, some of these inmates are wicked—beyond saving. We're putting them down."
Their expressions hardened. This was no simple jailbreak—it was a purge.
"This place is built around the cells," I continued, focusing on the task ahead. "Heavy-duty materials keep things in, but the hallways are relatively safe. If I polymorph, teleport, torch, or otherwise manipulate this door, we just have to navigate the chessboard."
"And then?" Guy asked, his curiosity tinged with apprehension.
"Then we clean house," I replied, my tone leaving no room for doubt.
I rapped my knuckle against the chamber door, the metallic clang echoing ominously. Orichalcum-alloy. Figures.
"Slight problem," I muttered. "This isn't bronze."
"If we're surrounded by god-gold, how did you leave before?" Liora asked, her voice tight with concern.
"The same way the master of Cairngorm did," I explained, an almost casual air to my tone. "I wasn't on this plane."
"Can you take us with you?" Liora's question hung in the air, a mix of hope and fear.
"If we go ethereal, our bodies stay locked in here," I pointed out. "But that's not a bad idea. Maybe we can use it to gain some leverage. Now, give me room to work."
I planted my feet, pressing my palms against the door. Inhale... exhale... and effort! The familiar sensation of pushing through dimensional barriers washed over me, a resistance like thick sludge clinging to the door.
"Almost..." I gritted my teeth, forcing the final push.
"...there."
Liora and Guy stared at the now empty doorway, their disbelief momentarily paralyzing them.
"Felix?" Liora began, her voice tinged with unease.
"What?" I responded, shaking off the strain, as if I hadn't just bent reality to my will.
"Where's the Orichalcum?" Guy asked, his eyes darting to where the door once stood.
"Right there," I replied, pointing to the empty space. "I just moved it to a different plane. Magic power, remember?"
They blinked, struggling to process the impossibility of it all.
"You... moved it?" Liora's voice was incredulous, as if waiting for the punchline.
"Yes," I confirmed, flashing a quick grin. "With magic power. Now, let's get to work. We've got prisoners to free and monsters to slay."
Their disbelief lingered for a moment longer, but then resignation set in. They'd seen stranger things, after all.
"Right," Guy muttered, shaking his head. "Magic on Orichalcum. Why not?"
"Remember: Don't make eye contact with most of the things in the cells. You might die." With that, I sprinted off towards the guards stationed around the corner.
The corridor was silent, save for the distant hum of enchantments and the occasional metallic clink of chains. The guards barely had time to react as I approached.
"Howdy, fellas," I whispered, my voice infused with subtle power. Their consciousnesses folded under my influence, and they crumpled to the floor with four soft thuds.
"Good night, fellas."
I turned my attention to the cells, assessing their occupants with a practiced eye. Some of these beings were innocent, victims of cruel experiments. Others… others were abominations, their existence a blight on reality.
"Let's free you... and you… not you… definitely not you," I muttered, methodically releasing those who would cause no harm.
The elemental surged into the halls, its form shifting and swirling with newfound freedom. The jötunn had to crawl to make it out, but its gratitude was palpable in the upturned corners of its eyes.
Then I came to the first of the malignant entities: the demon chained by blessed silver.
"Tell your boss I'll have the Codex soon."
I raised my hand, conjuring white fire with a snap. Everything save the black-scaled entity remained unharmed by the divine flames. The only sound that escaped the cell was the clinks from the chains coiling on the floor.
I almost turned to leave, but my heart demanded I take the blessed silver with me.
I moved to the next cell. The fey, petite and preternaturally beautiful, nodded in silent agreement, their debt to me already understood.
Down and passed the experimentation floor, I found the eldritch thing's cell.
"Yeah... you could be useful."
The thing inside turned its countless rigid tendrils toward me, each one wriggling with a malevolent intelligence. A cacophony of whispers and screams echoed in my mind, trying to overwhelm me with their sheer intensity.
But I'd faced worse. Made deals with worse.
I raised my hands, summoning the familiar energies that coursed through me like a second heartbeat.
"You're done," I whispered.
The eldritch horror recoiled slightly, sensing the shift in the air. Its tendrils snapped back, writhing in agitation. It knew what was coming. It had seen this before, in another form, in another place. The hivemind connecting it to the dozens balled up into my basement immediately deflated all the bravado from the dark being.
I began to weave the binding spell, threads of luminous energy spiraling out from my hands, coiling around the horror like a constricting serpent.
"Ymg' ephainafl epgoka fahf," I said in the abhorrent language of the elder things.
The creature's form began to warp, its mass compressing as the binding took hold. Finally, with a final twist of my wrist, the binding was complete. The eldritch horror, once a sprawling mass of terror and chaos, was now no larger than a marble, a dark, pulsating sphere suspended in the air before me. The energy around it shimmered, keeping it contained, its malevolent whispers now reduced to silence.
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