Leveling up the World

Chapter 42: The Caravan

The source of the fire turned out to be the remains of several wooden wagons. As the hunting party approached, Dallion was able to see more details of the scene, and just as Havoc had predicted, he wished that he hadnt. People and beasts of burden were scattered on the ground charred or ripped to pieces, sometimes both. The remains of two large wagons lay smoldering, most of their wheels bashed off. Whatever beast had done this, it had to be fast, strong, and extremely bloodthirsty just like the practice Guardian Dallion had faced so many times in the last few days.

Any survivors? Dallion whispered turning to Havoc.

The large man shook his head.

Not too far away, Gloria vomited on the ground. The smell of living remains, tolerable for Dallion and the rest, proved too strong for her.

Its not here, the Cleric said in a partially told-you-so, voice.

I want lookouts! Dame Vesuvia shouted. Three pairs. If you spot anything, come back here! The rest of you search the remains. I want to know exactly what happened here. Volunteers, help in!

Six soldiers rushed off in three directions as ordered. The rest relaxed their guard and dispersed throughout the area. With less people in one spot, the degree of devastation was far more visible. Whatever the group had been, it was definitely large, by all accounts larger than the hunting party. Over a dozen bodies were in the vicinity alone and several more were visible a short distance away.

You two, Kalis pointed to Dallion and Veil. Come here!

Dallions stomach churned, but he obeyed. Veil didnt seem to have such an issue, for not only did he go to the soldier without hesitation, but bent down over what was left of a half-burned corpse.

Soldiers? Veil asked, taking the hold of a sword from the dead mans grip.

Mercenaries more like, Kalis replied, then bent down and removed the black rag that had once probably been a shirt of some sort. A glittering locket appeared hanging round the bodys neck. Surprisingly, other than a bit of blood, it didnt seem damaged in any way. Merchant emblem! he shouted. Foreign.

Fighting the discomfort in his stomach, Dallion moved closer to get a better look. The emblem seemed similar to the one hed been given, but was also different. Instead of six gems, it was composed of three metal rings one within another. The outmost one was made of bluish silver metal, the middle one appeared to be gold, and the innermost seemed like red copper.

Where do you think they were going? the Dame asked. There arent any trading cities this far west.

They dont need a city to trade, Initiate, the Cleric said, making Dallion look over his shoulder. Especially if it saves them some coin.

Black market trading? Vesuvia didnt seem convinced.

As you yourself said, theres nothing this far west. The chance of anyone stumbling on them by accident is next to none. A perfect place to exchange illicit goods, or something more blasphemous.

Slaughtered by a chainling during a secret meeting. It would have been poetic if it wasnt so serious.

The Seven only protect those who accept protection.

Hey, give me a hand, Veil said, bringing Dallions attention back onto the corpse. Grab his boots and help me turn over.

Whats that for?

I want to check something without having him break up in my hands.

Imagining the colorful event made Dallions stomach twitch. Even so, he had no intention of backing out. If he were to face the chainling hed see far worse.

As the duo put the body on its stomach, a new series of wounds emergedtwo dozen dagger incisions tearing through the dead mans clothes, each as if made by a dagger.

I knew it, Veil smiled. You can let go.

What is it? Dallion asked.

He wasnt bitten and then burned. He was burned because he was bitten. Its just like the thing weve been training against.

I dont remember any of that.

Thats because you never got seriously bitten. When the creature bites deep its like fountains of flames passing through you. I thought it was part of the training, but it looks like its the real thing as well.

A chainling does that?

Things became much more complicated. Dallion looked around. Kalis had gone off to show the merchant emblem to Dame Vesuvia and the cleric. Everyone else seemed to be a short distance away.

If the chainling does that, being in the back rows wont be very safe either.

I guess. Veil didnt seem worried in the least. Its not like theres much we can do. Ill go see if theres anything left in the wagons. Will you lend a hand?

How can you be so blind?! Dallion wanted to shout. Veil was behaving as if someone had removed his common-sense gland. Why couldnt he understand what Dallion was trying to say? If the chainling could turn people into a flamethrower, then standing behind one would make things more dangerous, not less. At least in front one could do something to evade. Being stuck in the back only doomed them to a terrified existence, waiting for the inevitable. It would be better if they deserted the hunting party and took their chances in the wilderness alone, instead of

Dallion didnt finish that thought. Rather, a new one had popped in his head.

Why am I so terrified? He wondered. The danger was real, he could see that, but that couldnt be the reason he was getting more and more frightened by the day. Ever since the initial victory against the practice guardian, he had started acting more and more cautious to the point, he was afraid to try and improve just because of the potential of failure.

Afraid Dallion said out loud. Theres no reason for me to be so afraid, unless Im not.

Taking a deep breath, Dallion took his dartbow out of its holster. A moment later, the scene of carnage vanished.

Personal awakening!