ULTRAMagic Chaos - Chapter 3
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That day had been a long one for Ealdhelm Thorne. He and the arbiters were involved in a city hall meeting all day, at the behest of the leadership of Droomopolis. The Mayor and city council wanted the conflict between the arbiters and the Discordant Gods to end as soon as possible, as it was beginning to interfere with the affairs of the city itself. Normally Ealdhelm would have wrapped up such a bout immediately, but the arbiters were only sixth to eighth dimensional, with their foes matching them and then some. They had a fighting chance, but were locked in a stalemate. Ealdhelm was unsure what to do as he paced around the small conference room, accompanied by Waltheof and Cyneberht.
Breaking away from his thoughts, Ealdhelm turned to Waltheof. “What’s the word on Ultimatum’s task?”
“Reports say he’s currently guiding Adelheid and Ulrich here as we speak,” he replied in his older, gruff voice.
“What about Leonard?”
“It would appear the Discordant God of Lightning has declined to get involved… or at least at the moment,” Waltheof answered as he scratched the left side of his face, the hair from his tamed burnsides rubbing up against his fingers.
Ealdhelm rubbed his face as if trying to relax. “At least we have Discordant Blood and Gravity. Two out of three will have to do for now.”
Cyneberht was playing with a deck of cards, shuffling and dealing them out on a table. “Leonard is a wild spirit, so I doubt he would get involved. I did talk to Rahela, our Discordant God of Rubber to be.” He paused his dealing to straighten out his sand-blond hair. “She’s so close to apotheosis.”
Ealdhelm stroked his dark brown beard. “Leave her to her studies then. Let’s not burden her with this petty conflict.”
“We’ve eliminated four possible sources of support for Wulfric, so at least we have that going for us,” Waltheof pointed out.
“Agreed,” Ealdhelm replied. “Still, it feels like we’re on the ropes. And the recent turmoil in The Iron City doesn’t ease my nerves in the slightest.”
“Well it can’t be all bad, given the actions of Blood-Wraith Raynot.”
Cyneberht chuckled, the afternoon sun shining in his emerald eyes. “Quite the conqueror of adversity for someone so young. He even got Tusk active again. It kind of reminds me of a younger you, Ealdhelm.”
He nodded. “That does alleviate some of my worries. I just wish all of it wasn’t associated with that imbecilic Lich of Old…”
Following a satisfying bridge shuffle, Cyneberht smiled. “I think you’ll be pleased to know that a certain student of yours is here in the city.”
Ealdhelm immediately perked up. “You don’t mean…?”
“Most certainly. I sensed Mr. Willfort enter the realm some time after lunch. Mayhem confirmed my suspicions.”
Straightening out his uniform and tidying up his well-kept hair, Ealdhelm moved for the door. “Well then, let’s go see how Osbeorn and the others are doing.”
In the main hall were Osbeorn and Beorhtric, both regaling the Droomopolis leadership with tales of their past adventures. In truth they were keeping them busy while Ealdhelm was off contemplating his next move. Ealdhelm stepped in and assured the leadership that the rest of the day would be spent coordinating the help they had recruited. This appeared to satisfy the mayor and city council, causing them to return to their posts. Now Ealdhelm just needed the rest of the help to arrive.
“Certainly took your time thinking, aye Ealdhelm?” Osbeorn lightheartedly chided.
He chuckled and shook his head. “My apologies, Osbeorn.”
Beorhtric sighed. “The drawn out nature of this conflict is worrying me. Thankfully it looks like we have strength in numbers now.”
“Most certainly,” Waltheof concurred. “By the way, where’s Wynnstan and Mayhem?” This question was followed by a faint, soft explosion.
“One of the alchemical labs…” Beorhtric answered.
Osbeorn pinched the bridge of his nose. “Source, give me strength…”
“You can’t really fault him,” Cyneberht stated. “He’s practically still a kid after all.”
“True,” Osbeorn replied. “Best to let him get it out of his system now.” He straightened out the desk he had been using only for another explosion to undo it all. He groaned. “It wouldn’t hurt for him to do these experiments outside, however.”
Ealdhelm laughed. “I remember when I was his age. Not as chaotic, but that vigor is enviable.”
Tusk, Razor, and Mizuki were startled by the explosions as they entered city hall. It was quite clear to Tusk that it was most likely Wynnstan. As the trio made their way to the main hall, they beheld the arbiters that were present. Each was around seven feet tall and radiated sheer power. Mizuki was already familiar with them, but Razor was in awe.
“Ealdhelm!” Tusk said aloud.
The arbiter’s heart nearly skipped a beat. “Tusk, my boy!” He went over and gave him a big hug.
Razor was a little confused. “Wow, Tusk, you’re acting like you’ve been away from your father or something like that.”
“Well Ealdhelm is my godfather, Razor. Ealdhelm, I’m sorry I’ve been away for so long.”
“Don’t worry, Tusk. I’m just happy you’re safe and sound, especially after that battle with the Lich.”
Waltheof stepped forward and held out his large, roughed up hand. “Welcome back, Tusk. How’s your old man doing?”
“Fantastic, especially since mom’s return,” he replied as they shook hands.
“How wonderful,” Cyneberht calmly congratulated. “It’s great to see you again, Tusk.”
“You too, Cyneberht.” Notably Cyneberht had become quite muscular in recent years, but not too far off from the slender physique he once had.
“I see you had a little bit of a scuffle recently, Tusk,” Osbeorn pointed out, indicating the stone arm. Osbeorn had not changed much since Tusk had last seen him, remaining tall and strong, save for his maroon hair and puce eyes having grown darker.
He nodded. “Yeah, things got heated and there was nothing else I could feasibly do.”
The strong and stocky Beorhtric sighed again, but then chuckled. “As long as it holds up and gets the job done. Again, welcome back, Tusk.” His hair was a dull red and his eyes were a slightly aged blue, just like Tusk had last seen him.
“Oh, guys, this here is Mainchín Scully, Magnus’ son,” Tusk said as he brought Razor over.
“TUSK!” Razor looked quite embarrassed.
He chuckled. “Sorry, call him ‘Razor.’” The others all laughed calmly.
“Don’t worry, lad,” Ealdhelm said with a pat on Razor’s shoulder. “That is a fine name you’ve been bestowed with.”
Tusk then took the opportunity to introduce Razor to each of the arbiters. Ealdhelm certainly looked like a destroyer, given his handsome face and stoic nature. Waltheof the Shield was a bulky, rugged man who looked like he could withstand the mightiest of attacks. Cyneberht the Cunning was fairly unassuming, but was brimming with charisma and wit. Razor was impressed when he flawlessly executed the ‘pick a card, any card’ trick. Osbeorn the Tempest was a powerful looking man and was originally Ealdhelm’s rival who wanted to be the leader of the arbiters. In time he came to respect Ealdhelm, becoming a truly valuable warrior for his comrades. Last was Beorhtric the Stalwart. He was the resident worrywart despite his chiseled appearance, but was also a brilliant strategist and tactician.
“And my nephew, Wynnstan the Storm, should be around here somewhere,” Ealdhelm noted.
Tusk then had a realization. “Those explosions were him, weren’t they?” He said with a clever smile. Beorhtric nodded.
“So who’s Wynnstan then?” Razor asked. “Since he’s clearly busy…”
“Wynnstan is our newest Arbiter, relatively speaking,” Ealdhelm answered. “He was traveling around with a wandering tribe of sellswords in Wulfric’s domain for the longest time before we finally got a hold of him. Wulfric had personally requested he join the arbiters-mind you this was before the current conflict”
“Speaking of Wulfric, let’s fill Razor in on this stuff” Tusk stated. “And me too while we’re at it.”
The Arbiters of Droom had been holding back the four, primary Discordant Gods of Chaos at bay for the longest time. Ealdhelm explained that Wulfric, the Discordant God of War, had a terrifying dream one night that told him he needed to unite and lead the Cosmos against the threat of the rogue gods. Given that he was a Discordant God of Chaos, he would most likely cause untold havoc for everyone. Wulfric had recruited the Discordant Gods of Desire, Knowledge, and Death to help him. On his own, Wulfric was not a threat. The introduction of Delphine, Kleitos, and Driskoll made everything vastly more complicated, however. It was an immense challenge for the arbiters, resulting in the prolonged stalemate.
Given the chaos Milosh Proch had caused for The Iron City and Shadlowand in The Unlight, things needed to change. Ealdhelm began seeking help. He called out to all warriors and mages, capable and strong. Many showed up, but none could sway the tide of the battle. This changed when several notable entities showed up. Two were forbidden primordials, The Madman of Old and The Automaton of Old. They intimidated Wulfric greatly, allowing the arbiters time to breathe and granting them autonomy in the conflict. ULTRAMagic Ultimatum had also shown up. The powerful angel was on par with the Discordant Gods and promised to lend his hand for however long was needed.
Some of the aforementioned warriors had shown up during that explanation. A particularly boastful one with oversized armor stepped up to speak. He was dashing with sapphire eyes, golden blonde hair, and was built like a freshly recruited knight. “A simple task for Sir Gebhard Vestergaard! I shall end this entire conflict tonight!”
Tusk rolled his eyes. “Oh really?”
“Well of course, sapling!” he cried. “In fact, you can head right on home to your forest…”
Osbeorn exhaled, clearly annoyed. “Then how about you put your money where your mouth is, aye Sir Gebhard?”
The knight looked like he had his ego bruised, but backed off like a scolded child. “Of course, venerable tempest!” he stuttered. "Vestergaard knights, to the domain of War!”
As they marched off, a stunningly handsome yet shifty mage of almond colored hair and dazzling brown eyes accompanied by several female admirers looked as if he was about to start critiquing everyone in the hall. He wore an extravagant cloak, indicating he was in no position to talk. “Oh how I pity those misguided brutes and their foolhardy fervor…” This mage had a high, masculine voice, laced with utmost arrogance. “Kleitos shall be begging me, the magnificent Audawakrs Kappel, for knowledge by the time I'm done with him.” His admirers swooned over this declaration.
A disrespectful cackle rang out through the room. Stepping forward was what appeared to be a living statue of a man with a brutalist aesthetic. “You really think you can topple the master of knowledge like that? Well, you might want to practice first given that you’re one of Milosh’s former lackeys” he said with an unnerving, unfaltering grin. “He wasn’t even recruited by Milosh or Dunja, but by Lia from a rundown alley in The Great Uncity!”
Thoroughly offended, the mage stormed off in a huff. He was followed by his admirers, who gave disrespectful looks to everyone. This was met by laughter from the man as he was not phased in the slightest. A techno-organic robot then stepped forward from his side. This robot was also quite the site to behold, feeling like he was truly from a time so far into the past that it circled around back and was beyond comprehension.
“He makes me a little nervous, Madman,” the robot noted.
“Don’t worry, Automaton. He’ll most likely lose his nerve or go mad in one of Kleitos' libraries.”
Ealdhelm clapped. “Madman, Automaton, excellent timing. Tusk and his allies are lending their help to us.”
The Madman laughed again, but in support this time. “Now these chaps I have confidence in.”
“Ah yes, Mr. Willfort, one of the vanquishers of The Lich of Old,” The Automaton stated as he shook hands with him.
“Nice to meet both of you, honorable primordials,” Tusk replied. As The Automaton shook hands with Razor and Mizuki, Tusk turned to The Madman. “The Forest has mentioned you before. Do you think this is that serious of an issue?”
The Madman continued to smile. “Yes and no. Personally I think Lord Ultra, the 13th dimensional Ar’ton lord of tachyons, was more of a threat. Thankfully he came to his senses in the nick of time. This, however, has the potential to spiral out of control regardless. You can never be too careful with these kinds of situations. Trust me, I know.”
“Goodness, I hope things don’t get that bad,” a female voice stated. “Vita and my teacher, Drusa, would throw an utter fit.” The woman that stepped forward was strange to say the least. She had sterling, white hair, and metallic, coal-black skin.
“Tusk, this is Spiritus Magni Maxima,” Ealdhelm introduced. “She’s here to study the Realm of Chaos and has agreed to lend her help in the fight. Maxima, this is Tusk Willfort and Razor Scully. I’ll trust you already know Mizuki.”
“A pleasure to meet both of you,” she said as she shook their hands.
“Likewise,” Tusk replied. “The Forest has mentioned that someone of your pantheon showed up in The Unlight Recently.”
She chuckled. “It’s probably Drusa. She told Vita and Antonia that she’d find her husband or bust.”
“Oh, Maxima, have you seen Mind-Wraith and Void-Wraith?” Cyneberht inquired. “I’m sure Tusk would like to meet them, given their connections to the ULTRAMagic Guild.”
“My apologies, but the darlings had to return to their times yesterday, unfortunately.”
“No worries, I imagine there will be other chances to meet with them,” The Automaton pointed out.
Just then, everyone heard enthusiastic and rowdy shouting. “Would that be Wynnstan?” Razor asked.
Ealdhelm nodded. “Definitely.”
“Do I even want to know what he created this time?” Osbeorn asked.
“Given that formula for explosive ammunition he acquired from Dragoslava Raynot recently, probably not,” Beorhtric pointed out.
“TOP NOTCH, THIS STUFF IS TOP NOTCH!” A scruffy, scarlet haired man with blazing, orange eyes declared as he stood in the doorway from the hall, holding up a beaker full of what looked like gunpowder. He was covered in soot, but looked incredibly excited.
“The best bullets this side of the Realm of Chaos!” Mayhem proudly announced.
“Ah, there you are, Wynnstan,” Ealdhelm stated, followed by him shaking his head.
Next: Chapter 4
ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
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That day had been a long one for Ealdhelm Thorne. He and the arbiters were involved in a city hall meeting all day, at the behest of the leadership of Droomopolis. The Mayor and city council wanted the conflict between the arbiters and the Discordant Gods to end as soon as possible, as it was beginning to interfere with the affairs of the city itself. Normally Ealdhelm would have wrapped up such a bout immediately, but the arbiters were only sixth to eighth dimensional, with their foes matching them and then some. They had a fighting chance, but were locked in a stalemate. Ealdhelm was unsure what to do as he paced around the small conference room, accompanied by Waltheof and Cyneberht.
Breaking away from his thoughts, Ealdhelm turned to Waltheof. “What’s the word on Ultimatum’s task?”
“Reports say he’s currently guiding Adelheid and Ulrich here as we speak,” he replied in his older, gruff voice.
“What about Leonard?”
“It would appear the Discordant God of Lightning has declined to get involved… or at least at the moment,” Waltheof answered as he scratched the left side of his face, the hair from his tamed burnsides rubbing up against his fingers.
Ealdhelm rubbed his face as if trying to relax. “At least we have Discordant Blood and Gravity. Two out of three will have to do for now.”
Cyneberht was playing with a deck of cards, shuffling and dealing them out on a table. “Leonard is a wild spirit, so I doubt he would get involved. I did talk to Rahela, our Discordant God of Rubber to be.” He paused his dealing to straighten out his sand-blond hair. “She’s so close to apotheosis.”
Ealdhelm stroked his dark brown beard. “Leave her to her studies then. Let’s not burden her with this petty conflict.”
“We’ve eliminated four possible sources of support for Wulfric, so at least we have that going for us,” Waltheof pointed out.
“Agreed,” Ealdhelm replied. “Still, it feels like we’re on the ropes. And the recent turmoil in The Iron City doesn’t ease my nerves in the slightest.”
“Well it can’t be all bad, given the actions of Blood-Wraith Raynot.”
Cyneberht chuckled, the afternoon sun shining in his emerald eyes. “Quite the conqueror of adversity for someone so young. He even got Tusk active again. It kind of reminds me of a younger you, Ealdhelm.”
He nodded. “That does alleviate some of my worries. I just wish all of it wasn’t associated with that imbecilic Lich of Old…”
Following a satisfying bridge shuffle, Cyneberht smiled. “I think you’ll be pleased to know that a certain student of yours is here in the city.”
Ealdhelm immediately perked up. “You don’t mean…?”
“Most certainly. I sensed Mr. Willfort enter the realm some time after lunch. Mayhem confirmed my suspicions.”
Straightening out his uniform and tidying up his well-kept hair, Ealdhelm moved for the door. “Well then, let’s go see how Osbeorn and the others are doing.”
In the main hall were Osbeorn and Beorhtric, both regaling the Droomopolis leadership with tales of their past adventures. In truth they were keeping them busy while Ealdhelm was off contemplating his next move. Ealdhelm stepped in and assured the leadership that the rest of the day would be spent coordinating the help they had recruited. This appeared to satisfy the mayor and city council, causing them to return to their posts. Now Ealdhelm just needed the rest of the help to arrive.
“Certainly took your time thinking, aye Ealdhelm?” Osbeorn lightheartedly chided.
He chuckled and shook his head. “My apologies, Osbeorn.”
Beorhtric sighed. “The drawn out nature of this conflict is worrying me. Thankfully it looks like we have strength in numbers now.”
“Most certainly,” Waltheof concurred. “By the way, where’s Wynnstan and Mayhem?” This question was followed by a faint, soft explosion.
“One of the alchemical labs…” Beorhtric answered.
Osbeorn pinched the bridge of his nose. “Source, give me strength…”
“You can’t really fault him,” Cyneberht stated. “He’s practically still a kid after all.”
“True,” Osbeorn replied. “Best to let him get it out of his system now.” He straightened out the desk he had been using only for another explosion to undo it all. He groaned. “It wouldn’t hurt for him to do these experiments outside, however.”
Ealdhelm laughed. “I remember when I was his age. Not as chaotic, but that vigor is enviable.”
Tusk, Razor, and Mizuki were startled by the explosions as they entered city hall. It was quite clear to Tusk that it was most likely Wynnstan. As the trio made their way to the main hall, they beheld the arbiters that were present. Each was around seven feet tall and radiated sheer power. Mizuki was already familiar with them, but Razor was in awe.
“Ealdhelm!” Tusk said aloud.
The arbiter’s heart nearly skipped a beat. “Tusk, my boy!” He went over and gave him a big hug.
Razor was a little confused. “Wow, Tusk, you’re acting like you’ve been away from your father or something like that.”
“Well Ealdhelm is my godfather, Razor. Ealdhelm, I’m sorry I’ve been away for so long.”
“Don’t worry, Tusk. I’m just happy you’re safe and sound, especially after that battle with the Lich.”
Waltheof stepped forward and held out his large, roughed up hand. “Welcome back, Tusk. How’s your old man doing?”
“Fantastic, especially since mom’s return,” he replied as they shook hands.
“How wonderful,” Cyneberht calmly congratulated. “It’s great to see you again, Tusk.”
“You too, Cyneberht.” Notably Cyneberht had become quite muscular in recent years, but not too far off from the slender physique he once had.
“I see you had a little bit of a scuffle recently, Tusk,” Osbeorn pointed out, indicating the stone arm. Osbeorn had not changed much since Tusk had last seen him, remaining tall and strong, save for his maroon hair and puce eyes having grown darker.
He nodded. “Yeah, things got heated and there was nothing else I could feasibly do.”
The strong and stocky Beorhtric sighed again, but then chuckled. “As long as it holds up and gets the job done. Again, welcome back, Tusk.” His hair was a dull red and his eyes were a slightly aged blue, just like Tusk had last seen him.
“Oh, guys, this here is Mainchín Scully, Magnus’ son,” Tusk said as he brought Razor over.
“TUSK!” Razor looked quite embarrassed.
He chuckled. “Sorry, call him ‘Razor.’” The others all laughed calmly.
“Don’t worry, lad,” Ealdhelm said with a pat on Razor’s shoulder. “That is a fine name you’ve been bestowed with.”
Tusk then took the opportunity to introduce Razor to each of the arbiters. Ealdhelm certainly looked like a destroyer, given his handsome face and stoic nature. Waltheof the Shield was a bulky, rugged man who looked like he could withstand the mightiest of attacks. Cyneberht the Cunning was fairly unassuming, but was brimming with charisma and wit. Razor was impressed when he flawlessly executed the ‘pick a card, any card’ trick. Osbeorn the Tempest was a powerful looking man and was originally Ealdhelm’s rival who wanted to be the leader of the arbiters. In time he came to respect Ealdhelm, becoming a truly valuable warrior for his comrades. Last was Beorhtric the Stalwart. He was the resident worrywart despite his chiseled appearance, but was also a brilliant strategist and tactician.
“And my nephew, Wynnstan the Storm, should be around here somewhere,” Ealdhelm noted.
Tusk then had a realization. “Those explosions were him, weren’t they?” He said with a clever smile. Beorhtric nodded.
“So who’s Wynnstan then?” Razor asked. “Since he’s clearly busy…”
“Wynnstan is our newest Arbiter, relatively speaking,” Ealdhelm answered. “He was traveling around with a wandering tribe of sellswords in Wulfric’s domain for the longest time before we finally got a hold of him. Wulfric had personally requested he join the arbiters-mind you this was before the current conflict”
“Speaking of Wulfric, let’s fill Razor in on this stuff” Tusk stated. “And me too while we’re at it.”
The Arbiters of Droom had been holding back the four, primary Discordant Gods of Chaos at bay for the longest time. Ealdhelm explained that Wulfric, the Discordant God of War, had a terrifying dream one night that told him he needed to unite and lead the Cosmos against the threat of the rogue gods. Given that he was a Discordant God of Chaos, he would most likely cause untold havoc for everyone. Wulfric had recruited the Discordant Gods of Desire, Knowledge, and Death to help him. On his own, Wulfric was not a threat. The introduction of Delphine, Kleitos, and Driskoll made everything vastly more complicated, however. It was an immense challenge for the arbiters, resulting in the prolonged stalemate.
Given the chaos Milosh Proch had caused for The Iron City and Shadlowand in The Unlight, things needed to change. Ealdhelm began seeking help. He called out to all warriors and mages, capable and strong. Many showed up, but none could sway the tide of the battle. This changed when several notable entities showed up. Two were forbidden primordials, The Madman of Old and The Automaton of Old. They intimidated Wulfric greatly, allowing the arbiters time to breathe and granting them autonomy in the conflict. ULTRAMagic Ultimatum had also shown up. The powerful angel was on par with the Discordant Gods and promised to lend his hand for however long was needed.
Some of the aforementioned warriors had shown up during that explanation. A particularly boastful one with oversized armor stepped up to speak. He was dashing with sapphire eyes, golden blonde hair, and was built like a freshly recruited knight. “A simple task for Sir Gebhard Vestergaard! I shall end this entire conflict tonight!”
Tusk rolled his eyes. “Oh really?”
“Well of course, sapling!” he cried. “In fact, you can head right on home to your forest…”
Osbeorn exhaled, clearly annoyed. “Then how about you put your money where your mouth is, aye Sir Gebhard?”
The knight looked like he had his ego bruised, but backed off like a scolded child. “Of course, venerable tempest!” he stuttered. "Vestergaard knights, to the domain of War!”
As they marched off, a stunningly handsome yet shifty mage of almond colored hair and dazzling brown eyes accompanied by several female admirers looked as if he was about to start critiquing everyone in the hall. He wore an extravagant cloak, indicating he was in no position to talk. “Oh how I pity those misguided brutes and their foolhardy fervor…” This mage had a high, masculine voice, laced with utmost arrogance. “Kleitos shall be begging me, the magnificent Audawakrs Kappel, for knowledge by the time I'm done with him.” His admirers swooned over this declaration.
A disrespectful cackle rang out through the room. Stepping forward was what appeared to be a living statue of a man with a brutalist aesthetic. “You really think you can topple the master of knowledge like that? Well, you might want to practice first given that you’re one of Milosh’s former lackeys” he said with an unnerving, unfaltering grin. “He wasn’t even recruited by Milosh or Dunja, but by Lia from a rundown alley in The Great Uncity!”
Thoroughly offended, the mage stormed off in a huff. He was followed by his admirers, who gave disrespectful looks to everyone. This was met by laughter from the man as he was not phased in the slightest. A techno-organic robot then stepped forward from his side. This robot was also quite the site to behold, feeling like he was truly from a time so far into the past that it circled around back and was beyond comprehension.
“He makes me a little nervous, Madman,” the robot noted.
“Don’t worry, Automaton. He’ll most likely lose his nerve or go mad in one of Kleitos' libraries.”
Ealdhelm clapped. “Madman, Automaton, excellent timing. Tusk and his allies are lending their help to us.”
The Madman laughed again, but in support this time. “Now these chaps I have confidence in.”
“Ah yes, Mr. Willfort, one of the vanquishers of The Lich of Old,” The Automaton stated as he shook hands with him.
“Nice to meet both of you, honorable primordials,” Tusk replied. As The Automaton shook hands with Razor and Mizuki, Tusk turned to The Madman. “The Forest has mentioned you before. Do you think this is that serious of an issue?”
The Madman continued to smile. “Yes and no. Personally I think Lord Ultra, the 13th dimensional Ar’ton lord of tachyons, was more of a threat. Thankfully he came to his senses in the nick of time. This, however, has the potential to spiral out of control regardless. You can never be too careful with these kinds of situations. Trust me, I know.”
“Goodness, I hope things don’t get that bad,” a female voice stated. “Vita and my teacher, Drusa, would throw an utter fit.” The woman that stepped forward was strange to say the least. She had sterling, white hair, and metallic, coal-black skin.
“Tusk, this is Spiritus Magni Maxima,” Ealdhelm introduced. “She’s here to study the Realm of Chaos and has agreed to lend her help in the fight. Maxima, this is Tusk Willfort and Razor Scully. I’ll trust you already know Mizuki.”
“A pleasure to meet both of you,” she said as she shook their hands.
“Likewise,” Tusk replied. “The Forest has mentioned that someone of your pantheon showed up in The Unlight Recently.”
She chuckled. “It’s probably Drusa. She told Vita and Antonia that she’d find her husband or bust.”
“Oh, Maxima, have you seen Mind-Wraith and Void-Wraith?” Cyneberht inquired. “I’m sure Tusk would like to meet them, given their connections to the ULTRAMagic Guild.”
“My apologies, but the darlings had to return to their times yesterday, unfortunately.”
“No worries, I imagine there will be other chances to meet with them,” The Automaton pointed out.
Just then, everyone heard enthusiastic and rowdy shouting. “Would that be Wynnstan?” Razor asked.
Ealdhelm nodded. “Definitely.”
“Do I even want to know what he created this time?” Osbeorn asked.
“Given that formula for explosive ammunition he acquired from Dragoslava Raynot recently, probably not,” Beorhtric pointed out.
“TOP NOTCH, THIS STUFF IS TOP NOTCH!” A scruffy, scarlet haired man with blazing, orange eyes declared as he stood in the doorway from the hall, holding up a beaker full of what looked like gunpowder. He was covered in soot, but looked incredibly excited.
“The best bullets this side of the Realm of Chaos!” Mayhem proudly announced.
“Ah, there you are, Wynnstan,” Ealdhelm stated, followed by him shaking his head.
Next: Chapter 4
ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
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