The Runic Alchemist

Damian sensed a waygate connecting to him. Sam did not come through—but he stepped in. They were in midair, a little distance from the large army camp. The two Faerunian transcendents could sense Sam, but they just stayed in the camp—not coming to face them, fearing a trap.

Damian took a look as he flew down—one of the Faerunian transcendents was a familiar figure.

The burned knight. The guy had a left foot made of solid steel.

Damian smiled. What a coincidence. While using the spell to collect the ID of a strong-looking tree, he said to Sam,

“Looks like your Faerunian friend is here.”

“My friend? Who?” Sam asked, confused—the burned knight was clad in armor, hard to recognize.

“You travelled with him to Faerunia’s capital.. Remember?”

Sam’s eyes widened. His face snapped back in the direction of the Faerunians. His expression turned into a mask of hidden anger.

“I will send others. Go easy on them..” Damian said, opening a waygate and stepping inside.

If one or two Faerunian transcendents died, the world wouldn’t come to a stop. It was up to Sam—the guy had kidnapped him as a kid. Who knew what he had done to him on the way to the Faerunian capital?

Most of the army was ready and on standby in the open field outside the city walls. The average-sized town had seen the army getting ready and marching through the city streets. Excitement, fear, a sense of justice at last.. Who knew what else was going on behind all those everyday faces of common people? Some cheered them on; most were too confused about what was happening to join in. Everyone knew things had been changing over the past couple of days.

It was cemented, however, when Einar, Souldealer, Lucian, and Damian—along with a hundred or so lords and army officials—passed through those same streets on horseback. His horse, along with the three transcendents beside him, was particularly decorated. It was all Evrin’s doing. She was in charge of managing the city and overseeing construction. Souldealer had just joined recently after Dawnstar fell. Other than fighting on the front lines, she had not taken any responsibility yet as one of the leaders of Sanctuary.

Damian was in a red, gold, and white suit—it was Einar’s, but she had one extra she never wore as Flamewarden. The black cape with Sanctuary’s insignia etched in gold was the symbol of a Keeper. Evrin had suggested they reveal the new Keeper in such a way—heading out to solve their problems the very next day after he returned from the dungeon he was trapped in. The people of Sanctuary had no idea who he had been to the older Einar and Evrin. Most believed it was the elf princess following the path of her divine ancestors when Einar and she had started building this city.

The people of Sanctuary just stared at him as they passed through the streets. He was known, but not as well known or loved as their beloved Keeper of five decades—Einar. The change was exciting for some, and they showed it with occasional loud cheers and moderate murmuring, but confusion was more apparent. It was simple, really: they didn’t know him. They had no idea what he would do.

Suddenly, he caught the eye of a young kid—Elias—standing in the crowd alongside his birth mother. There was no sign of his birth father or any of his other siblings. Damian wondered what had happened to them. He had sensed Elias in the small city but hadn’t reached out. The young kid knew how to reach him if he wanted to. Damian smiled at him, even though he was instructed not to break his menacing posture.

The murmuring and noise in the crowd following them reached an all-time high when he opened a giant waygate for the whole army of Sanctuary to pass through outside the city gates.

It was just for show though—he did enter alongside everyone and closed the waygate. But after arriving at the forest near the tree he had taken the ID of, Damian gave the giant cuffs to Einar and used a waygate to appear near Evrin.

She was in the stone keep. He used a waygate cube to let her target the elf queen and watched her step in. Finally, everything was set. There were many officials and second-ranker soldiers still in the keep—they were in charge of the city while everyone else was gone for the day. Sam and the others should take a day to finish up neatly; for him, it should be done in a couple of hours max.

Damian changed clothes in the room he and Lucian had spent the night in and walked to the common hall where Land-breaker and Mindseer were seated with some noble lords.

It was mostly Mindseer talking, though—Land-breaker looked decidedly annoyed. When he entered the hall, the lords stood up, exchanged a few words with him, and backed away from them.

“Ready?” Damian asked.

Land-breaker and Mindseer nodded.

They walked to the room where all the Highswords members—encased in their sphere energy—were kept. They all grabbed them. They could have flown there, but Damian had the ID of a few trees at the edge of the village across Edgeheaven Island. He used one, and fortunately, it worked. The tree was unharmed despite whatever the land had gone through over the years.

They stepped in, and in a second, they were facing a wide, blue ocean. Damian could still sense the three Faerunian transcendents from this distance. Guess they wouldn’t back down without a fight. They placed the unconscious Highswords under the tree and walked near the edge of the cliff overlooking the world of blue.

“Do you want me to free you?” Damian asked.

Mindseer looked at him with confusion. Land-breaker’s eyes, however, were fixed in the direction of the island.

“Do you have contingency plans against me?” the Supreme Blade of Highswords asked.

“I have your ID. I can use it to send you anywhere—throw you out of this world into the empty space above,” Damian replied in the most natural tone.

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