The Years of Apocalypse - A Time Loop Progression Fantasy

Chapter 153 - Old Mentors

Mirian needed to talk to both Jei and Viridian extensively, so she made sure to create new initial conditions to throw Troytin off. First, though, she continued her surveillance of Specter. Even after discovering her real name, she couldn't think of the horrible woman as human. Her code name was far more apt; she was an evil spirit, utterly devoid of life, and possessing the body of another.

The switch between Specter acting like Adria and acting like herself was as quick as a glyph-switch getting hit. One moment, she'd be at a friendly dinner with the local arcanists, smiling softly and complimenting the waiter on a new vest; the next, she was walking the streets with her face utterly blank, empty eyes gazing about like a bog lion surveying its prey.

By switching to 'Micael' early, Mirian got access to Torrian Tower. That also meant continuing her tryst with Valen again so she could use her room. Once, it had been a welcome distraction. Now, she just found herself going through the motions like an actor in a stage play. When Valen slept, she found herself watching her sleeping form and feeling pity. The young woman would never move past her impulsive hedonism. She would never change or grow. She was stuck, like a potted plant starved of sunlight. No amount of tropism would let her straining leaves escape the dark prison she'd been put in.

Everywhere in Torrviol was like that. People retracing old tracks they'd worn into the cobblestones, not aware they'd taken that path a hundred times. The first year girl who cried on the bench in the plaza on that first day was still crying. She would never stop. The leaves of autumn were constantly falling as the world descended into a winter that it had never left.

Mirian felt the melancholy clawing at her; there was still no end in sight.

All I can do is push through. Too much is at stake.

Once in Torrian Tower and past most of the wards, it was a simple matter to sneak a hidden remote spy spell into the meeting room.

There, Specter became something halfway between Adria and herself. She had a light touch and soft words, but there was a sternness behind them, and Mirian could feel the woman pulling at puppet strings as she talked with the Archmage.

"Adria, I need the break-ins to stop. You said you could talk to the Syndicate. You said you could lean on the guard. I've given you time to do both. I don't need to reiterate how sensitive this issue is."

"I understand," she said quietly. "I was able to talk to my contacts down south. They're rounding up the Syndicate thieves on their end, then we can crack down on the issue here. But we have to be smart about this. Cutting the tail off the chimera will just get the beast riled up. We have to cut off the head first."

Mirian could see the tension and frustration in Luspire. "Do you have any idea how bad this makes me look? If the Akanan Universities find out—"

Specter kept her voice calm, infuriatingly so in her opinion. "They won't. You keep the professors from talking, and I'll keep the guard from publicizing anything. I know Mayor Wolden. I can make sure he leans on the local broadsheet. As long as you keep things quiet, no one will find out. Just wait a little longer."

Making him complicit in her operations, Mirian knew. So that's how she was 'taking care' of him. I bet she's the one dangling the position in Akana in front of him in the first place. After all, if Troytin can manipulate Archmage Tyrcast, it's because he's already involved in the conspiracy somehow.

Then Mirian saw it; a letter from Vadriach University sitting on the desk. Luspire glanced at it, then said, "I'm beginning to doubt this offer is even real. Tyrcast is now talking about coming here."

There was a brief moment where confusion passed over Specter's face. Suddenly, the conversation wasn't going according to plan.

"He… did? Perhaps he's finally seen how important the research you're doing is. Being able to report on it himself would let him do a lot more to support you in front of the board."

"You didn't know about this?" Luspire said, raising an eyebrow. "You must be slipping in your old age."

Specter smiled, or attempted it. "May I see the letter?"

Luspire glanced at it again, since it was sitting in plain sight on the table. "Oh, I don't have it with me right now. It's in a pile somewhere. I'll have to dig it up when I'm a little less… harried." He smiled back at her with the same sincerity.

"Well, I'll do what I can to lighten the load. I don't know if anything can be done to speed up the operation, but you know I always have your back," Specter said, rising to leave.

Then, Luspire looked around. "Do you feel that?" he asked.

Mirian quickly ended the spell. The meeting was clearly over, and there was no point pushing her luck. She went back to the glyphwork Endresen had assigned her.

Hmm. It'd be interesting to see how Specter reacted to new events and a Troytin less reliant on her. But also, it would be far too dangerous.

That night, Specter died in her bed again.

***

"May I come in?" Mirian asked.

"Ah. Micael, was it?" Viridian said. "Of course. Office hours exist for a reason."

"Great. I have some questions—they're maybe a bit strange, but they do relate tangentially to the lecture."

Viridian brightened somewhat. "Often the strange questions are the best ones to ask. Go ahead."

Mirian took her seat. "Can stone moles briefly move through the fourth spatial dimension?"

The old professor cracked a smile and leaned back in his chair. "What a fascinating question. I can't say I expected it. You seem to believe it's possible, so let's hear why first."

"I was reading about the development of the magical telegraph. At first, it was assumed that stone moles burrowed deep enough that they avoided the effects of the spellwards barriers. However, extending the spellward down a meter did nothing to deter them. An experimental line that was surrounded by fired clay tubes also was breached, and a brick trench covered by a thin spellward barrier also did nothing to stop them. The elevated pipe finally worked, though that one got eaten by mushroom spores. The assumption was the stone moles had found a way to chew through the hardened materials, but the researchers never found the gap they entered in."

"Circumstantial evidence, then. Valid, but not conclusive. It certainly raises interesting possibilities."

"There's other myrvites that can do it. Moon flickers for sure. Nightmelders, probably." She thought about how to phrase the next part. "And there was a Labyrinth expedition team who reported creatures that could jump from one direction but arrive from another. It can't be teleportation because any creature attempting to teleport to catch prey would consume magnitudes more energy than it would receive. But just like we can jump or climb to move in the third dimension, perhaps the ability to 'jump' in the fourth dimension is more common than we thought among myrvites."

"Certainly an intriguing hypothesis. I think you should test it."

"I… what?"

"I can get you a population of stone moles within the week," he said. "You already know what they like to eat. The next step is designing puzzles that can only be solved by a fourth-dimensional jaunt and putting the food on the other side. I'm willing to support you in experimental design."

Mirian furrowed her brow. A practical test… and with a burrowing myrivte. A way to explore Apophagorga's weakness without getting near the beast.

That was what she needed. She wasn't sure what limitations Apophagorga had. Could it communicate all memory information of a cycle? Did its entire soul transfer, or just pieces of it? If it was transferring its entire soul, what was the source of energy? It would have to be enormous. For her time loop, Mirian still had no idea what the energy source was, but she was assuming the Elder Gods themselves had something to do with it. But why would they include such a beast? Or is it a natural capability?

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Either way, she couldn't risk provoking it. Like Troytin, the next time she came at it, she would have to come at with such overwhelming force that victory was assured. Most myrvites—well, any creatures—were inherently lazy. They tried to maximize calories and minimize activity. Lions like to laze about when they were satiated, and glaciavores were known to hibernate for months on end when prey was scarce. As long as it didn't feel threatened, she didn't think it would come after her.

That gives me an idea.

"You seem deep in thought," Viridian said.

"Ah—yeah. Sorry, I have a lot on my plate with Endresen and—"

"'No' is an acceptable answer," Viridian said.

"My answer is yes, though."

"Oh. Oh! Well, splendid, then. You will want to talk with one of the other professors here about the fourth-dimensional mathematics. Professor J—"

"Professor Jei," Mirian said, smiling. "I'm familiar with her work."

Viridian smiled back. "Wonderful. I'm looking forward to our collaboration."

***

Mirian met Respected Jei in her office. Mirian held a finger up, then cast several divination spells in quick succession, then checked a device from her bag.

"Okay, we're good," she said.

"I do check my own office," Jei said. "That the Academy was overrun by Akanan spies—many things now make sense. Selkus has been talking about you, which means I assume you haven't told him."

"Not yet. Some other cycle. He's a big enough variable as it is. He told you the experiment I want to run?"

"Many or fewer."

Mirian hesitated. "Oh. The phrase is 'More or less.'"

Jei frowned. "I dislike this language. Have I taught you Gulwenen yet?"

"I can count to fifty. But, no. Hasn't been time. Too many other things to learn. And there's no way for me to get to Zhighua, nor a reason to go. I mean, eventually I'll probably have to measure the leyline collapse there… unless this titan is the solution. It probably isn't that easy, though." More bitterly she added, "It's never easy. I can't even begin to see the end, only the next steps on my path. Have you ever lived without hope?"

Jei was silent.

"Sorry, you don't have to answer that. And I didn't mean to unload on you, it's just… there's no one for me to lean on unconditionally. If I want sympathy, I have to explain why I need it first. But we don't have time for me to gripe."

"When will we have time?" Jei asked, raising an eyebrow.

Mirian swallowed. "Maybe another year from now. Maybe two. That's my current estimate, another 13 to 26 cycles, assuming I can find a way to speed up my… route. Unless the prize seems in danger, in which case I'm grabbing it." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "It's just… I'm being hunted by one time traveler while a second makes war on my country, I can't enjoy time with my friends, my friends can't understand me anymore, everything I learned in civics class was a lie, and my family is lost to me on some eternal vacation—if they are my family, which they might not be, because I have a memory curse that wiped out my early childhood and I apparently learned Adamic back then, and also I have an inherited trait that the rest of my relatives don't, and all of those things pale in comparison to how fucking doomed this world is."

Jei sat at her desk, looking distraught. "I am not very good at knowing what to say to problems like these," she said. "But you speak Adamic?"

"Yes," Mirian said, swapping languages.

Jei brightened. "Wonderful! My Adamic is much better than my Friian. It doesn't sound so stilted."

Mirian looked at her old professor. "You speak Adamic?" Then she burst out laughing, which seemed to indicate a dam breaking in her mind, because the laughter turned hysterical. Jei went back to looking very concerned again as Mirian laughed. She held up her index finger and wiped tears from her eyes. "Hah… all this time, and I didn't know that. It's funny, I've learned so much, but I still know nothing."

"Very wise of you. It's the man who thinks he knows everything that's the fool." Jei looked at her again. "Mirian, how long has it been?"

She took a deep breath. She'd been counting the loops, but she hadn't lived to the end of all of them. Here or there, she was sure she'd miscounted; there was no way for her to keep track, other than remembering. Still, she'd been counting. "Ten years," she whispered.

Jei visibly recoiled. "God's blood," she said. Mirian was pretty sure it was the first time she'd heard Jei curse. "I'm so sorry, Mirian. It shouldn't be a burden you were forced to carry."

She felt the tears slipping out, unbidden. She raised a hand to wipe them away, then retracted it. Let them fall, she decided. "No. But I suppose the Ominian chose well. I just wish… I just wish I didn't have to do it alone."

Alone. That was the word she hated. It churned around in her like a black miasma of despair, and where it touched it left an ash coating of melancholy. Part of her didn't want to confront Ibrahim because as long as she didn't she could hope he was different. Hope he was better. She didn't know what she would do if he turned out to be just like Troytin.

Jei came and sat by her, and awkwardly put her arm around her. She was always so awkward, but her heart was in the right place. Her title was apt. Jei's sense of justice was unshakable, and she didn't try to lie and tell her she wasn't alone. She valued the truth too much for that, and Mirian respected her for it. Mirian let Jei's arm comfort her for a little longer, then said, "I can't go down this road. I want to, Gods know I do, but if I continue—I don't know if I can stop. There's too much to say, too much to…"

She took a deep breath in. "We should get back to it. The longer I delay, the harder it'll be. I need your help figuring out how myrvites move in four—damn, what's the word?" She swapped back to Friian. "Dimensions."

Jei nodded, squeezed her shoulder once, then stood to get her abacus.

Mirian dried her face and got to work.

***

While Viridian procured the stone moles and looked over Mirian's designs, Endresen had her working on a machine that might be useful for more precise glyph crystallization. The work was monotonous, but useful. Eventually, it might allow more mana to pass through a shaper glyph more efficiently.

She was in Endresen's laboratory when the door suddenly burst open. She turned, expecting the professor, but instead, her adrenaline spiked as she saw who it was: the smug visage of Troytin, and behind him, a bored looking Archmage Tyrcast.