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Wizardry took hold of the air, and condensed down into an item.

And it didn’t explode.

Erick was already thrilled. He might have succeeded in making an item that would protect the item itself from all possible Knowledge or Anti-Knowledge forces. It was probably too soon to count those chickens, but Erick was still half-counting them.

Erick telekinetically plucked the ‘rod’ out of the mana/Script void, hovering it to his hands carefully. He did not touch it yet; he simply inspected his work. The item was 35 centimeters of wrist-thick gold and runed up and down the entire length. Erick had placed four spherical, internally-expansive mana gems into the rod, but you couldn’t tell that from looking at it. It looked, quite simply, like a rolled-up scroll. Which it was.

While Solomon and the girls delved dungeons, increasing their base mana production through trials of the Dark, Erick worked with magic, mana crystals, and with Wizardry. For the last 12 days, Erick had been at this project. Prototypes had been made and discarded, proofs-of-concepts turning to dust or tumorous-crystal, mana crystals cracking and then being remade in spherical crystal forms because those worked better. Erick was pretty much exclusively working with mana spheres these days, even though he was having trouble sticking advanced spellwork into those, since spheres only had so much space inside of them, even if they were pushed inward forcibly. The Glittering Depths had done a lot to make their mana spheres work, and Erick was nowhere near replicating that level of power. But Erick had learned a lot, anyway!

It had taken a lot of work to get here, and maybe, this time, this project would work.

The four gems inside the scroll included some very specific magics.

[Cascade Imaging], but tuned for all particles, and without any map functionality. Just pure identification.

The second gem was [Identify] and [Force Wave] along with some Aura work, to produce a short-range [Scan]-like effect. The actual [Scan] spell in the Script was kinda shit, and Erick never used it anyway. Simple Book Magic was enough to make this part of the artifact work fine.

The third gem was a very special [Mend], in order to keep it all together. [Mend] worked off of the manasphere imprint of an item, which meant that if the manasphere imprint was disrupted, then [Mend] was severely disrupted, too. Thus, most of the text of the golden scroll was to make the imprint of the item a self-reinforcing [Mend] magic. To do that, Erick had worked with an understanding of the Time Magic qualities of [Mend], stretching the qualifying time of this [Mend] to a more perfect state of the item, here, at the very beginning of its creation.

If this didn’t work how he wanted it to work, Erick would need to make some ‘Selector’ magic that would self-reference to a specific, perfect point in the item’s history, to allow for a [Mend] that always functioned well. But that was a level of complexity that was beyond the scope of this current project.

A lot of functionality was beyond the scope of this iteration of this ‘Scroll of Self-Knowledge’.

The fourth gem was [Renew], because Erick wanted all the mana in the item to work well together, until it degraded.

Because, let’s get real, it was probably not going to work how Erick wanted it to work.

Erick had inscribed an entire treatise into the scroll, declaring what the item was for, and how it wasn’t to be influenced by any exterior forces, how it wasn’t to allow itself to be used by any exterior forces for anything. None of that would affect the wielder. It was to be purely a self-contained item, cut off from the influence of everything; a slice of reality unto itself. A potential blueprint for how a successful crystallization of a True Wizard might appear.

Erick hadn’t touched the scroll yet.

The scroll hovered in front of him, held by his aura and nothing else, a sense of weight to the item, like a lodestone in the manasphere. It was barely charged, but it would be charged soon enough.

Ophiel squeaked.

And Erick touched the scroll.

White lightning flickered from his fingertips to the runes upon the scroll, Benevolence flickering across the entire surface and flashing out from the endcaps—

In a shattering moment, reality reorganized itself. Gold exploded away from the scroll, torn rolls of metal splashing, molten across the ground. For a moment, Erick thought he had failed again.

But the scroll hovered where Erick had placed it. It looked nothing like it had a moment ago.

Brilliant white and shimmering with colors inside every inscription, the scroll hovered, transformed. It was no longer metal at all, but instead white crystal. The whole thing was pure Benevolence, with a bit of Book and Time and other such powers inside of it.

Erick smiled. And then he touched the scroll…

The scroll did not move. Erick poked it again, and the scroll hovered there, unmoving, adamantine in its position.

“… uhh?”

Perhaps some magical wires had been crossed, because the scroll should still be able to move… And yet. To be moved, was to be affected, and the item was strictly made so that nothing would affect it.

Okay. So.

A misfire of Wizardry, if Erick ever saw one.

He poked the scroll. The scroll remained.

He pressed down on the scroll. The scroll remained.

He punched the scroll, and his hand hurt from the punch. Erick had not hurt himself punching anything in a long while. Erick moved on to aura control, to spellwork, and finally to Spatial Magic. Working Spatial Magic inside the Dark Itself was rather damned difficult, and truly working Spatial Magic inside the slime dungeon would require some runic tools and warp-pads like they had between the Geodes. But Erick could manage smaller Spatial Magics himself. Moving something a meter inside a dungeon? Should be doable.

The scroll remained.

Erick tried hitting it with some [Benevolent Lightning], angry-style, to try and leave some scorch marks, or something. And yet, nothing.

Erick put his hands on his hips, and said, “Well I’m glad I fucked up this step here, and not with my actual self.”

He moved on to the next iteration of the project; one that could follow some verbal instructions…

“Though ‘verbal instructions’ is too unclear.” Erick mused, “Perhaps a secondary artifact that allows position-control over the scroll?” Erick looked around. Then he looked back at the floating scroll. The scroll was taking up experimental space on his platform. “… I’m gonna have to make a new platform.”

Erick created another platform away from the scroll, so that his first ‘success’ didn’t fuck up his second attempt.

A day later, when Erick was inscribing another scroll, the first scroll suddenly fell out of the air and crashed to the ground. The Benevolence crystal shattered into so much spent mana then rapidly melted back into the manasphere.

Erick looked at the dissolution of that mana crystal for a long moment, then he went back to his designs, muttering, “I must have screwed up the mana recycling, too, because that should have lasted a lot longer than a day...” softer, “or maybe there was an outside influence that I hadn’t accounted for, and we are chasing an anti-meme… theoretically...”

He paused as he looked at his latest scroll.

“Nope.”

And then he ripped it up, melted it down to slag, and then purified it again through a variety of Condensing spells and particle voids and applied heat.

He went back to the drawing board, all the way back to the basics of magic itself; the question of mana.

- - - -

Erick worked on the kitchen table, books and writings spread out, as he combed over old ideas and wrote down new ideas, based on his new theories of the multiverse and magic.

Debby was making dinner tonight. It was just her, Poi upstairs reading, and Erick in the kitchen. The other girls and Solomon were outside in the dungeon, poking around with the Dark Mirror, making plans for an assault upon the first of the rescue targets in the Dark. They had already consulted the Well in the center of Ascendant City, and after a week of downtime and a lot more personal mana growth, they were ready to get back to it. Mostly.

That first dungeon core breaking had messed them all up rather well, but time heals most wounds.

For the last week, Erick had enjoyed more time with Jane than he had ever enjoyed before, here on Veird, or even back on Earth, though most of that time spent with ‘Jane’ had been spent with a Jane of a different color. One or two of the girls had opted to spend the night in this dungeon house every night, while the others stayed at the hotel. Erick wasn’t privy to the organization of all of that, for there very much was an organization behind the scenes, with the girls deciding among themselves who stayed each night, but he was happy anyway to talk with Jane over dinner, or Debby over lunch, or Abigail, or Beth, or Candice whenever they wanted to show up. Emily was particularly strong minded about Erick’s political choices, and she was all for talking about House Benevolence all the time, to which Erick was thrilled to see ‘Jane’ interested in all of that. She had never been interested in that before.

Parts of this whole arrangement were weird.

All of the girls seemed to have their own ‘thing’ they were interested in. Or perhaps they were finally allowing themselves to enjoy a ‘thing’, and distance themselves from who they had been before. Erick was still discovering what all those nuances were, but Emily was definitely interested in governance in a way that Jane had never allowed herself to enjoy… or maybe she just never wanted to talk to her father about all that. Emily had no such problems… or maybe she had decided to ‘get over’ those problems.

Hard to say.

Erick and Solomon had spoken to each other at length about Wizardry, and about the girls, with Erick getting the normal treatment from most of them, with added parts to each relationship that Jane had never allowed herself to share before. Solomon, however, was getting the ‘fellow delver’ treatment. A simple coworker. Erick could honestly say that he was jealous about that. To get to know Jane as a person, instead of as a daughter, sounded wonderful. At that admission, Solomon just smiled and said that yeah, he would be jealous, too…

Where was Erick again?

Oh yes. With the multiversal theory.

As Erick scratched words onto paper, he thought about how each of the girls could be a reflection from a different multiverse—

“I’m not going out there again,” Debby said, tense as anyone could be, and also trying not to show it.

Ah.

And then there was Debby.

Erick had wondered what was up with her, for she had been tense all day long, so he had decided to work on the kitchen table while she made dinner. He was giving her space to talk, and she was taking that space. She stopped working, and was looking at Erick, waiting for him to reprimand her.

Erick would do no such thing.

“Okay. That’s fine, Debby. Want to stay here and watch from the Mirror with Solomon and I?”

No reprimand?

Erick watched as Debby realized that she wasn’t in trouble at all, even though she felt like she should be. And then she realized that of course she wasn’t in trouble. Her father would support her however she wished to live her life.

Debby smiled a little as she checked on the frying pot, flicking a bit of batter into the hot oil to check if it was hot enough. The batter sizzled; the oil was hot enough. Debby moved on to the wet-battered chicken, to begin to pluck it out and toss it into the pot, as she said, “Yeah. I’m going to stay here. Thanks, dad.”

“Of course!” Erick said, “You know…” Debby was the Jane who had briefly experienced ‘life as Erick’ during the core breaking last week, and now that she was going to stay here, Erick suddenly felt like maybe, just maybe, she might be opening to talking about other topics; ones that Jane never wanted to discuss. He asked, “You want to talk about magic?”

“Yes!” Debby said, with perhaps too much enthusiasm for her. She shrugged, adding, “Uh. Yes.”

Erick tried not to smile too much, elation filling him from toes to his top. “I’m working on Minor Wizardry right now, trying to think of what ‘Minor’ really means in this context, and what I’m arriving at is that all magic is technically ‘minor’ Wizardry. It is said that all of the First Magics came from Wizards, after all. Want to talk about that?” He said, “Or we could work on something you want. What sorts of magics are you up to these days?”

As chicken fried, Debby cast a little bubble of Force that prevented oil from popping in the air. She was gearing up for something big, and it took her a moment to get there, but Erick could already tell she was past the hard part. She casually blurted out, “I’m probably going to go into Lightning Magic. The Truth I had as Jane still works but I can already see it fading some. I think that core breaking was a deeper break than I thought.”

“… That’s possible? I didn’t know it was possible for a Truth to change like that—” Erick corrected himself, “Except in extreme circumstances, which I suppose this counts.”

Debby nodded. “We don’t have many records of repros destroying cores, or experiencing what we experienced, so… Apparently it can change a Truth. I seem to be the only one, though. The others are fine.” She shrugged. “It’s probably just as well, right? We’re searching for some sort of Lightning Magic anyway. Maybe having a Lightning Truth will help with that. And Lightning is kinda fun. Though I never used to think like that before I had that… experience as you.”

“You can be anything you want to be, Debby, and I’ll help you get wherever you want to go.”

Debby smirked a little, looking away. “… Or maybe my Jane-Truth still works just fine.” She added, “But I still want to differentiate myself. So I’m gonna go with Lightning Magic. Got any tips? How about from the ground up, based around your new multiverse-theories?”

Erick smiled as he sat back in his chair, saying, “Excellent!” Erick thought for a moment, then began, “So, thinking about Lightning Magic from a multiversal plane-egress sort of way…

“The Old Cosmology was made of different planes that all existed alongside each other in a cohabitation configuration, in what some might have called the Material Plane. But there was no Elemental Material, or anything like that, as far as we know. If anything, it was all just elements expressing themselves in the Realm of the Dark, so perhaps ‘the Dark’ was the Material Plane, like this dungeon space we’re in right now, but probably different.

“Or perhaps ‘The Mana Ocean’ was the ‘Material Plane’. Everyone was always talking about the Mana Ocean in the Old Cosmology. Whenever the Mana Ocean and the Dark came up, they were usually separate, but there is some discrepancy with that, because I’ve heard Shades talk about the Edge of Everything, where people had to go into the Dark and expand the universe—

“Anyway! That stuff is not this stuff. That stuff is all confusing words and meanings that I’d need to talk to a god to find out about, and it doesn’t really matter for the purposes of mana and magic.

“Anyway: One of those planes —that we know was a dimension— was the Plane of Lightning.

“It was a realm like all the rest, like inside Benevolence, or Fairy, or else wise. Things lived in there. Things used Lightning as the substance of their bodies and minds and souls. Etcetera.

“To express Lightning in the Material Realm was to bring the concept of Lightning to the forefront, through the alteration of one’s personal mana, and pour that Lightning into specific forms which Lightning easily followed.

“Now, there are multiple ways to classify ‘Lightning Magic’, and we’ll go over a few of them. Those classifications are mostly applicable still here, in this New Cosmology, but I imagine that outside of the Script, inside a universe where a Lightning Realm truly existed, Lightning Magics were much more powerful. Or at least the most powerful spells were more powerful because they had a higher ceiling of power.

“All of this is tied into what Poi would call ‘magnitude’ of a spell, which we’ll get to.

“Anyway.

“Base level Lightning Magic is to take some mana and turn that possibility into the possibility of Lightning, through the application of personal intent onto one’s mana. Depending on the purity of transformation of Reality into reality, this level of spellwork can be between mag 1 and mag… I don’t know. 4? 4 sounds good.

“Higher level Lightning Magic would be to change the way lightning functions in this reality, through the expression of one’s personal Reality in such a way as to temporarily override the local reality. I imagine this is where a Truth of Lightning emerges, which results in a whole bunch of effects, from an easier time handling Lightning Magic, to the ability to innately use Lightning, to having a Lightning Form, or stuff like that. A Truth of Lightning would be, in effect, making your soul resonate more strongly with the Lightning Dimension than other Dimensions.

“Extremely high levels of Lightning Magic would be stuff like Domainwork, which is the exclusion of the powers of other people in favor of your own. There would also be traveling to the plane of Lightning, or bringing the plane of Lightning here, to Veird, through a Rift, or whatever.

“The top tier of Lightning Magic available here, on Veird, would be instantiating a [Lightning Storm], and letting nothing else exist at that time. It’d be like the aftermath of that Red Dot attack at Spur all those years ago; that [Fireball] turned all the sand around the city molten, even though the Red Dot didn’t produce nearly enough heat to be able to do that, but it was an Elemental Fire-based Domain/Reality attack, and so it did stuff it shouldn’t have been able to do, like melt sand into black glass.” Erick asked, “Got it, so far?”

Debby had taken out some chicken from the fryer and was in the middle of replacing it, as she said, “Yeah. That’s nothing too different from what I already know so all of that makes sense.” Debby asked, “But how does that relate to the multiverse theory of this New Cosmology? With Particle Magic? Are you just plucking random events from around you that are possible and using them when you cast a [Particle Lightning] spell?”

Erick grinned. “Rozeta often said that Particle Mage is just a Force Mage that she fucked around with a bit to make it work with Particle Magic, and I think that is more telling about what Particle Magic is than I ever realized. She also said that Particle Magic is just advanced [Telekinesis], and with that bit of information, the hows and whys of Particle Magic makes perfect sense.

“See, Force Magic is about setting boundaries of Elemental Force, which is really just telling the world what is happening in a location, through Elemental Force. [Force Wall], [Force Platform]. Etcetera. For those spells, you’re just telling the world that there is a solid Force here or there, or wherever you cast the magic. In those cases, Force means the ‘force to stay here’.

“When you apply this ideology to spells that move, like [Force Bolt], you might think that this theory breaks down. But Force is not actually about solidity, though that is what it is best known for.

“Elemental Force is actually about specific movements of Force, of which other things can be locked inside that Force, or not. This is where you get [Telekinesis] and otherwise. Non-elemental-specific Magic is usually Force-related, but not always. All magic uses some Element within that magic, even [Teleport], which is actually more Time than Force, because Elemental Space doesn’t actually exist, and… And that might be getting too deep in the weeds.”

“You are getting a bit weedy, dad,” Debby said, nodding.

“Right!” Erick said, “Anyway. [Particle Lightning]. The basic Particle version of the classic [Lightning] involves electrical charges made possible through an application of Force upon different items. This is where you get the [Small Spark] spell, which is very small. Or the extremely potent [Battery], which is lightning in a bottle, basically.

“All of that is done through a specialized Force Magic [Telekinesis] that is less a standard application of Force, and much more an instantiation of very nearby and easy to reach multiversal possibility.

“Like how [Call Lightning] made rain as a byproduct, which was because it was a spell that pulled actual rain and power from the sky in order to cause lightning. The rain remained because it was a byproduct of some very expansive multiversal shenanigans, pulling rain out of other locations.

“Like if you have a broken plate. If you cast [Mend] upon one half of a broken plate, the other half of the plate, if it is close at all, will vanish from the world, and the plate will appear whole again.

“Like how [Teleport] is technically Establishment magic given to the masses, but also Force and Time Magic, Particle Magic is literally Establishment magic of what could be; the emplacement of one’s personal idea of Reality onto this current reality.

“Particle Magic is practically the ‘base form of magic’ of this New Cosmology’.

“Particle Magic is also just a very specialized application of Force Magic.” Erick continued, “So to pull back a bit, and to look at how Lightning Magic goes from basic mana altering for Lightning, to Lightning Domains, to the plane of Lightning…

“I have done a lot of Particle Magic, from the basic stuff like [Small Spark], up to [Control Weather] and [Physical Domain]. But looking at this new layout of classification, it appears I have never done any magnitude 9, ‘Instantiation of the Physical’. I’m not even sure what such a thing should look like. Perhaps what I have done with [Call Lightning] already counts as ‘instantiation’, or maybe I’m way off.

“Anyway.

“All of this neatly explains why singing to the mana produces results, and why some people can ‘hear’ mana. It’s because they can vibrate the world to instantiate results from a specific dimension, and they can also hear those different vibrations. Mana itself is still sapient, of course, so it helps with this communication. All magic is about communication with realms.”

Erick stopped. He waited.

And Debby thought for a while, as she put some more battered chicken into the fryer. Eventually, she asked, “What would a… Physical Realm even look like? I mean… That’s just the one we’re in, right? You can’t really pull from what we’re already in.”

“Ah! See… That’s a good point.” Erick said, “Except we do have a multiverse of physicality. We use that multiverse for Establishment purposes all the time, like for [Teleport]… even if no one does [Teleport] anymore.”

Debby thought for a moment. “Have you ever tried Establishing lightning? Not going through any sort of sideways-[Telekinesis]-sort-of Particle Magic? Just straight-up lightning manifesting?”

Erick smiled, saying, “I’m never going to do that. That’s too close to the Sundering for me.”

Debby rolled her eyes, exactly as Erick expected Jane to do when he spoke of being the cause of the Sundering. “You didn’t cause the Sundering, dad. There’s absolutely no way. And besides! Wouldn’t ‘Establishing’ lightning just be like… You point at a target and a cloud that was never there in the sky suddenly bolts the target? That’s the most your ‘Small Wizardry’ could do.”

Erick shrugged. “Still not gonna chance it.” He added, “I have considered a Particle Magic [Teleport], but I’m honestly not sure how to make that happen except through pure Wizardry, because the ‘macro level wavelength collapse’ idea I originally had about [Teleport] was functional, but also incorrect. I know that I only got as far in the Worldly Path as I did in the beginning because I was able to brute force the magic with Ophiel—” Ophiel squeaked that he was a good helper, and Erick repeated that yes, he was, then Erick continued, “—and I brute forced it, and the Script allowed it, because that’s how the Script works when you get close enough; if you get 90% there it gets you the other 10%. It wasn’t until at the end of the Path, that I was learning about other planes, that I truly understood what I was doing, and was able to complete the Path.” He added, “So as for a true ‘macro level Wavelength-collapse [Teleport]’? No idea. Not chancing it right now, anyway.”

“Just turn some bricks of stone into bricks of gold, then,” Debby said, “That seems like high-level Particle Magic to me—” And then she looked around, waving her hand in the air, saying, “All of this is actually us inside the Dark, anyway. So if you can only do real Particle Magic outside of the physical realm, then here we are. Try it here.”

… Erick suddenly paused.

For something occurred to him.

“You’re suggesting that you can only do real Elemental Magic outside of that Elemental Realm?”

“Well sure… But now that you talk like that, I am less sure.” Debby said, “It makes sense though, right. You can’t really do Fire Magic if there isn’t something to contrast with that Fire; something to burn.”

Erick decided to voice his concern, “If you can only do real Elemental Magic outside of that Elemental Realm, as in ‘you can only overwrite reality with a Reality that is not reality’, then can you only do real Particle Magic outside of the ‘Particle realm’? Could the Sundering have only come from outside of the Old Cosmology… Hmm.” He paused. He frowned a little. “But I can do the best Benevolence Magic inside of Benevolence. That’s where the Benevolent Sky is.” He said, “I’m not sure your theory tracks, Debby, but I’ll keep an eye on it.”

Debby thought for a moment, then said, “I suppose the Lightning Storms on a plane of Lightning are probably a lot bigger than the ones on the community plane.”

“Sounds right to me— OH!” Erick said, “But if it is possible for magic to go from the realm it is on, to other realms, and retain the strength of the original realm, now that… Now that could have caused the Sundering. An attack from the New Cosmology directed at the Old Cosmology, using New Cosmology Wizardry.”

Debby smiled. “Add it to the list!”

Erick reached over and added another bullet point to the ever-growing list of ‘Sundering Suspects’. Below ‘Vengeful God’ and ‘Memetic Knowledge Threat’ and ‘Xoat Waking’ and all the rest, Erick added, ‘A Particle Magic attack from the New Cosmology, using Particle Magic Establishment magic’.

Erick said, “I’m not sure which one I’m more uncomfortable with; the Xoat stuff, or this latest one, which is just a refinement of ‘Erick did it, somehow’.”

“I’m sure we’ll add in some non-you points as soon as we start getting into the Dark again… Or at least the other girls will.” Debby said, “I’m not breaking a core ever again.”

Erick smiled. He wasn’t comfortable with core breaking, either, mostly due to what it did to his daughters and to Solomon. Erick changed the subject, though, because Debby was uncomfortable, “I would like to be vindicated as not having caused the Sundering.”

Debby asked, “Is anyone in power actually saying that?”

“A thousand hate letters per day are a power all their own.”

Debby looked stricken for a moment, reminding Erick of all the times when Jane had witnessed him being in danger from gangsters back home, or here on Veird, or when she realized that he had been doing something dangerous, and she had not known until now. Like in all those times he talked to her about every Shadow’s Feast, or about any of the other major events in his life.

Debby asked, “Are any of those threats credible?”

“I don’t get many actual threats, but Burhendurur investigates those covertly when they do come up. For a little while in the beginning, a few different organizations discovered that the House personally investigates every threat, so they were using those threats to jump ahead in meetings with me. Most of the time I dismissed those line-jumpers and canceled their meeting for wasting everyone’s time. Sometimes I helped them, though, which is why we got line-jumpers.” Erick said, “Very few of the threats I get are anywhere near credible; they are just the ramblings of undereducated and scared people. Enforcement and the Office of Mail does a good job sorting stuff on their own these days.”

“I hope you’re getting thankful letters, too.”

Erick smiled. “Oh yeah. All the time, from all over the world. I tried personally answering all of those letters once upon a time, but that was way too much, so the Office of Mail does most of that these days. They do pick out 10 letters per day for me to read personally. I think my favorites are from the Sovereign Cities.” He asked, “But what about you! You’re the big shot in the Dungeoneering Guild— Ah. Wrong question.” Erick realized he had fucked up a little.

Debby moved past it, shaking her head. “It’s fine. I’m not sure who I am going to be, but Jane is gonna continue doing that, and I’m gonna be… I haven’t considered the future too much.” She shrugged, threw some more chicken into the hot oil, and said, “On the plus side, I get to experiment with that whole ‘immortality through abandoning your past with [Polymorph]’ idea. Now that will involve a changing Truth… Maybe.”

Erick smiled softly. “House Benevolence will always be here for you as long as I’m around. We have programs for all that stuff, too, though not directly; it’s through Stratagold.”

“Yeah I’ve spoken with Sitnakov about all that before and…”

The conversation meandered, from magic to the future to everything else. Eventually, dinner was ready, but Debby placed the hot food under [Ward]s for no one else was ready, and soon Erick sat with Debby at the kitchen table and spoke of magic, and Erick’s burgeoning Wizardry-Classification system.

Eventually, the girls came back from investigating the Mirror and the Well with Solomon, and Poi came down from his work rooms above. Dinner was great, and there was a lot of it, for Erick [Duplicate]d the best bits of chicken to make enough for everyone, as he usually did. It was a lot easier to make a normal portion of food and then copy it for 10 people, than it was to cook for 10 people every night.

[Duplicate] seemed like it might be mag 9 magic, now that Erick was thinking about it.

“Nope,” Poi said, “Only mag 8.”

Erick’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit? That big?”

Poi nodded.

A whole new conversation started about magnitude.

- - - -

“So we’re going to start searching for the Sundering causes today,” Erick said, to the gathered gods. “It’s mostly going to be a crap shoot if we can actually reach wherever we’re aiming, but if we can manage to crack open a path through the Dark into the desired lands, then we’re going ahead with the search. We haven’t proven that we can actually do that yet, but that’s coming up, too.

“Anyway.

“We have 3 targets lined up. All of them are massively major artifacts.

“The first is the Lifeblood Heart. From my understanding from my daughters and the Well, it’s an Elemental Stone, Air, and Water artifact, along with a smattering of smaller life-aligned powers, created however long ago in the Old Cosmology, and guarded by the Order of the Sacred Pulse. It’s like a Benevolence fountain, always creating life, but a whole lot more. It was the infinite mana artifact of a powerful Creation Wizard.

“The second is the Prismatic Key. This one might be the best option for further exploration of the Dark. It’s a key that takes you wherever you want to go, and makes the land on both sides of the resultant [Gate] habitable to life on both sides.

“The third option is the Censer of Destruction, which is a Destruction Wizard artifact that can destroy whatever is burned inside of it.” Erick said, “Unless you all have different suggestions, or specific suggestions, then we’re going for those. When we get them, we’ll hand them over to Rozeta and the Script. Except for the Key. That’ll let us search for other items easier.”

Erick finished, and waited.

This particular meeting of the gods took place on the grounds outside of the slime dungeon, just there in the clearing, upon the grass. It wasn’t a formal thing; it was pure business. All Erick had done was call up to the sky, and they had answered.

Rozeta, Phagar, Koyabez, and Atunir had calmly listened while Erick spoke.

And then Rozeta looked to the others. “The Heart.”

“I withhold my opinion,” Phagar said. “But the Key would be useful for you.”

“I’m partial to the Censer,” Koyabez said. “I know of it, and it is a very minor Destruction Wizard artifact, told of in stories of people looking to destroy the indestructible.”

Atunir said, “The Censer would be the safe choice. It wouldn’t actually help with Primal Lightning, though. For that, I suggest we consider the Lightning Shield.” She looked to Erick. “It was one of the many artifacts that helped us escape the Primal Lightning back then, but it was destroyed in Ar’Kendrithyst 800 years ago in a ritual of the Dark. Sininindi has the pieces of that—”

Sininindi, Goddess of Storm and Sea, stepped down into the clearing.

Atunir continued, “And if you can’t find the Lightning Shield in the past and bring it to this present, then perhaps you can Paradox that artifact back into existence through Sininindi’s assistance.”

Sininindi said, “I was having Quilatalap make that item, actually, along with a bunch of others.”

Everyone looked to Sininindi.

Sininindi said, “He knows the artifact because it was in his custody for a short while, before the Shades destroyed it. So yes, I have charged Quilatalap with remaking that treasure and others as a part of his dungeon work. Perhaps in a few months Erick can journey into there, as he had done to your dungeon, Atunir, and rescue the true Lightning Shield from that ritual.” She spoke to the group, “As for current searches in the Dark, I recommend a search for the Foregone Octagon, or the Book of Class, or the Enchanter’s Guile.” She looked to Erick, adding, “The Enchanter’s Guile is probably the best option for you to grab from the Dark. It will assist you with making artifacts of your own.”

Atunir nodded. “A fair choice.”

Phagar nodded, slightly less sure, along with Koyabez.

Erick said, “That is a good target, too.”

Rozeta frowned a little, saying, “I would prefer the Heart. Doubling Veird’s mana production would solve so many smaller problems and completely negate the need for dungeons, allowing us self sufficiency right now.”

In a slightly-exasperated voice, Atunir said, “Even if they managed to find it, the mana pressure alone would force them away. That’s the singular problem that the Order of the Sacred Pulse had with it; they could never truly defend it, or anchor it to a location, because it kept flying away from them… and everyone else.” She explained to Erick, “The thing doubles the mana production of all life near it, and so it has a way of always flying out of hand.”

From the looks of everyone, Atunir was right on the money with her assessment.

Rozeta still said, “I still want it. We can stick it in orbit, and if it simply pushes itself away from Veird, then that’s fine, too.”

“… Hmm.” Erick said, “Well maybe we need a containment system for the Heart before we retrieve the Heart. I’m not sure how many chances we get at stealing a specific item from the Dark, but I’m assuming one time, and one time only.”

“The Heart can’t be contained,” Phagar said, “That was one thing that was always true of that item. Leave it be for now.”

Erick said, “Then the Key or the Censer.” He looked to Atunir and Sininindi, adding, “Or the Lightning Shield?”

Sininindi said, “Give me a few months and there’s no need to risk the Dark for that item.”

Erick instantly said, “If you make it, then it might be the cause of the Prophesied Storm.”

“Doubtful,” Sininindi said, leaving it at that.

Phagar said, “I suggest the Key.”

“You’re not refraining?” Rozeta asked.

Phagar said, “I will refrain, but add that the Key is the best choice.”

Koyabez said, “Going after the Key would be going after a Paradox; there’s no telling what you would walk into. I suggest the Censer again, because the Censer allowed for the creation of a bastion of complete safety, where nothing evil was allowed to exist. If you do manage to find that place in the Dark, and it’s real, then there will be absolutely nothing dangerous at all about the location, and the artifact you pull from it will be endlessly useful, especially if you manage to pull some infinite Banned mana item from the Dark—” He added toward Rozeta, “—like the Heart, with its infinite mana generation along a hundred different axes.”

“We can deal with a little banned magic, but you do raise a good point.” Rozeta said, “I still suggest the Heart, because the benefits outweigh the costs. But really it’s up to Erick.” She looked to him. “The Script will accept whatever you give it, and all of the stated items will be useful.”

Unsaid consensus passed around the gathering.

Erick nodded, then said, “One final question on the nature of Wizards and Gods. Would it be correct to say that gods set the over-reality to which we all live within, while Wizards set their personal reality, and pull possibility from side realities into the over-reality, for use in the over-reality?”

There were a few queer looks among the gathered gods.

Phagar said, “Sounds reasonable to me.”

Atunir nodded. Koyabez nodded a bit deeper. Sininindi agreed, but with a slight tilt of her head; she did not fully agree.

Rozeta said, “It’s a bit simplistic, but yes. That’s largely correct. I would add that the clearer the ideas and methodology that a Wizard has regarding side-realities, the easier it is to pull from those side-realities.” She added, “But to rephrase in classically-accepted wordage: The more you know of how magic works, the easier it is for you to impose your Reality upon reality.”

Erick found himself chuckling once. “I believe I have said almost that exact same phrase before.”

Atunir said, “It’s a Paradox Wizard’s understanding of reality, for sure, but it is not incorrect.”

Sininindi said, “That was my general disagreement with the statement.”

“It’s not incorrect, though,” Koyabez said, “It is functional, and all Wizards approach that final Truth differently. I am glad to see that you are getting closer to True Wizardry, Erick. I have ten thousand things I would ask of you and ten thousand reciprocations I could offer once you achieve that sort of power.”

Phagar spoke up, “I have ten thousand requests as well, but they’re all about maintaining the current timeline since it seems to be working out the best for everyone.”

“I wouldn’t want to go time traveling yet, anyway,” Erick said.

Everyone in the clearing relaxed a little at that, except for Phagar, who was as perfectly poised as he always was, since he knew all of Time forward and backwards and sideways. For all the rest of the gods, Wizards were sources of chaos that were hard to read.

Rozeta said, “If you do ever get to time traveling more than an hour at a time, I would ask you to keep that shit away from Veird. We’ve had enough messes regarding that for one Cosmology.”

Erick nodded.

And the meeting was over.

As fast as the gods had come at Erick’s call, they departed, like golden wind and fire and lightning, dispersing back into the manasphere.

Erick turned toward the left, where a group of adventurers had hunkered down under as much invisibility and otherwise as they could muster, but which Erick still saw through. It was a man and two women, all in armor, all ready for battle, though that was just a stress response. They had heard the voices and tried to creep up for the last few minutes, before they stalled out at the edge of the clearing. They had seen who was talking. Now, they stayed where they were, practically frozen on the spot, the man and the woman having pissed themselves, while the other woman had not.

“Not sure who you are, but it’s dangerous around these parts these days,” Erick said, as Ophiel descended to stand next to the adventurers. The three of them locked eyes with Ophiel, and the three of them went absolutely frozen in terror. “… You three okay?”

No response.

Erick scooped them up in a [Gate] and dropped them off at Aniduun, breaking all of their invisibility spellwork in the process. Once they realized where they were —which took a moment— they freaked the fuck out for a good five minutes before they got themselves under control again. Erick moved on. The three adventurers were not Erick’s problem.

- - - -

Inside of a massive tunnel in the Underworld, located deep below the northern pole, or at least where the ‘northern pole’ would be on Veird, Jane and the sisters stood about a hundred meters away from the target destination. It was hard to see from this angle and in the absolute dark of this deep land, but there was a dungeon entrance beyond that ridge over there. It was a very new dungeon.

Jane wasn’t sure this was going to work, but they were here, courtesy of Ophiel and her father. Ophiel hung around in the air above, providing some light in the dark and a connection to base.

They didn’t have much time, so Jane got on with it as fast as she could.

“We’re going after the Censer, as you all know,” Jane said to her gathered sisters, except for Debby, who stayed at the dungeon. “We’re probably not going to find it, but we should be able to actually reach the targeted location from here. When we get there, we’ll destroy the core as fast as possible. Within the exposed Dark, we will find a path to the Censer…” Jane paused. “What?”

Ophiel had swung close. He spoke with her father’s voice, “The Mirrors are showing that the target has moved. Want to try this area anyway? Make an honest go of exploring the Dark, for real?”

Jane muttered, “That was faster than it should have been.”

The group paused in thought.

Emily was the first to speak. “This is more of a chance to pull anything real from the Dark at all, so yeah. Let’s dig in and see what we can find, and if we can actually bring any of it back.”

Abigail said, “I’d like an anti-anti-memetic monster form.”

Candice frowned at her, saying, “You weren’t even able to wear that shackle for an hour before you ripped it off.”

“You didn’t do any better,” Abigail said.

Beth said, “It’s fucking weird that none of us could wear that bracelet for very long.”

All of her sisters had tried wearing the Bracelet of Memory, the anti-anti-memetic slave shackle that disallowed the wearer from forgetting anything at all, and all of them had done poorly with it. Jane included. Jane didn’t remember her time wearing the artifact very much, once she took it off, but when she observed her sisters with it, she certainly remembered all of the others being very eager to remove the Bracelet.

“We’re probably constantly infected with anti-memetic magics; yes,” Jane said, going over the same talk that they’ve had for the past week, when they were doing everything except for actually progressing on the main quest. “But that doesn’t matter right now.”

For all that they all originated from Jane, Jane was already seeing a lot of variation among them. Chief among that variation was that they all wanted to goof around just a bit too much for her tastes, thus the need for a group-talk before any big missions. But they were still copies of her. All it took was a slight look and a call to action and the group organized again.

Jane continued, “We’ve done small forays into the Dark before, but we’ve always pulled back from actually going into the places we’ve seen. Even if we aren’t going after the Censer this time, it will still be good to actually try the Dark, for real.” She looked to Ophiel. “Dad. Can you tell what is in the Dark around this dungeon now?”

“Yeah, but it’s been changing a lot. One moment,” Ophiel said, followed fast by, “The dungeon itself is a tunnel system, but the Dark beyond is… A place of metal? No. Of glass. Yes. Solomon and Debby are saying Glass, and I agree... Maybe Elemental Crystal, actually; so Light and Stone. Maybe some Metal, too. Hard to say— No. Wait. It’s moving on again. Some sort of water or slime— Oh! Oozes and slimes? Looks like ooze— Back to being crystal—”

The second Jane had heard ‘ooze’ Jane instantly rushed forward, speaking over her father’s voice, saying, “We move fast! We want that.” Even if the Deeper Dark changed before they got there, finding oozes and slimes was a very good thing to go for. Oozes and slimes were great Familiar Forms. As she ran Jane fell apart into an ooze made of black goo; a curse ooze, the advanced form of the curse slime. It was the only monster that was truly capable of surviving in the Dark for any proper length of time, and it was their first line of defense against the absolute destruction of the Dark. With a bit of [Greater Shadowalk] manipulation, Jane raced off toward the dungeon, calling out, “Tell us if it changes!”

All of her sisters were already following, all of them having had the same idea, at almost the same moment, all of them turning into curse oozes...

- - - -

… Erick stood upon the white ridge of the slime dungeon, watching his five girls, like blobs of super-animated black goo, race into the dungeon. They rapidly left Ophiel’s sight and appeared upon the Mirror in front of Erick, inside the dungeon. Erick kept his senses split between Ophiel, hovering above the dungeon, and with himself, watching his girls rip down into the dungeon, which was a whole bunch of random tunnels made of stone. All of the girls followed the flow of mana directly toward the core.

Erick was only controlling one Mirror. Solomon and Debby controlled the other two. Together, the three of them watched the dungeon space, and also the Dark surrounding that dungeon.

From three different angles, Erick watched as his girls assaulted the core room, where they absolutely demolished a rock golem, before attacking the core and shattering it into pieces—

- - - -

—Erick stood within fire and light. The ground was flame so thick it was solid. That flame stretched out to the horizon, where geysers of fire looped up into the absolute black sky, before coming back down like liquid annihilation—

- - - -

— his daughters were doing something that Erick didn’t fully understand. Standing atop the ridge of the Slime Dungeon, Erick watched them work amid the crushing depths of the destroyed dungeon. The Black fell inward, a hole between moving continents closing fast, crushing them utterly, and yet not at all. The girls became one with the Black, with the Dark, their ooze forms allowing them to be separate, to survive. They spun magic into the Dark—

And the Janes flopped into the Deeper Dark, accomplishing something else that Erick didn’t fully understand. Erick assumed that Jane was learning stuff outside of his purview, probably from Fallopolis or Lapis or some other Shade. Whatever the case, the Janes crossed a discrepancy in the world, and ended up in the Deeper Dark, or the Dark, Erick wasn’t sure. They were inside a land that was not simple Dark at all.

Trying to comprehend what he was seeing, and how he had seen it, was taking Erick some time.

There had been a Blackness in the crush of continents, and then the crush was gone, and now the girls were inside a larger space of the Dark beyond, and yet, that larger space of the Dark beyond did not really exist at all until the girls had invaded that space.

Before the girls had arrived on scene, and according to the Mirrors, the larger Dark beyond the tunnels was a bunch of nonsensical dream imagery. That’s why Erick had had such a hard time describing what he was seeing in the Mirrors. And then the girls had arrived, forcing their way forward, and then opening up the space on the other side. They made that space quite real… Or at least it was real where the girls had shown up?

Hmm.

Far as the Mirrors could see, the girls had landed on a land of black rock and crystal spikes, where black slimes with glowing-white cores held upon those ridges, like the capping stars on many different Christmas trees made of black crystal. Ponds of black slimes, all without shining cores, held here and there below those crowning slimes, all of them trying and failing to climb the slick crystal. But sometimes, here and there upon the black crystal landscape, multiple slimes had managed to reach the topmost ridge, and stay there, like multiple kings of the mountain. Here and there, groups of three or four star-core slimes decorated the night with their tiny lights.

Everything else was black.

Erick was still focused on how the black-ooze girls had managed to create this space out of the death of the tunnel dungeon, but the girls focused on the task at hand. They grabbed some slimes like they were children ripping at the innards of a broken pinata.

The five girls managed to grab about twenty slimes, some with bright cores, most without, and then they rapidly began to retreat, doing something else that Erick didn’t quite understand.

From the outside, it looked as though the girls had crashed into a black space in the air, or some sort of shadow, and that there was no way back at all. The continents had crushed together, after all. There was no tunnel dungeon to fight through to get back to this reality. It was like they had been thrown into Fairy; without knowing the ways in and out, or having an actual entrance or exit, one could easily get trapped there for all eternity.

But the girls somehow found the hole in the Dark that they had created, and then they widened that hole, before slipping back, through the black, dragging slimes with them—

They vanished from the Dark Mirrors—

—Through Ophiel, Erick watched them emerge into normal reality.

Except the girls all popped into the stone which made up the Underworld, about twenty meters below where the tunnel actually existed. For a moment, Erick panicked again, because it was like they had suffered a ‘[Teleport] accident’. But they all instantly transformed into Stone and stonestepped with their slimy cargo into the open air of the tunnel space.

And then the girls were out. They had survived. They had stolen prizes. They were whole and not dead at all.

Erick chuckled in utter relief. No one had died.

He whispered, “They made it.”

Solomon breathed out, shaking with relief.

Debby gave a tiny, nervous chuckle. “See! Nothing to it! I knew they had it in them.”

Erick almost panicked again, because Debby was 100% lying. Solomon noticed, too.

They let it go.

Inside of the massive Underworld tunnel, Abigail turned from ooze back into person and did some magic around the new slimes to check on them. Each of them was the size of a black basketball, while only four of them had shining white cores. And then, they were less than that. Erick wasn’t sure when it had started, but it had probably started the very second the girls had pulled the slimes into this reality. Slowly, surely, all of the slimes started to fade. The girls all noticed this, and a few of them tried to turn back into black oozes, to corral and bolster the slimes through Dark Magic, if such a thing truly existed, but the slimes were all turning into shadow, to fade away into the darkness of the room, like so much cotton candy disintegrating inside water.

The star-cored ones lasted moments longer, but they too disintegrated.

For a moment, every participant in the experiment all just looked at the spot where the last star-cored slime had lingered the longest.

“So that didn’t work,” Erick announced.

“Bah.” “Dammit.” “Didn’t work.” “How could it work?” “I’m not sure.”

Soon, the girls were back in the dungeon for a debrief, though they had already talked extensively among themselves in the ten minutes it had taken them to get back. Their consensus, as far as Erick could tell, was disappointment.

“So the slimes not surviving was kinda expected, because they weren’t fully instantiated. But I, like most of you, assumed this would just work.” Erick said. “I assumed that anything you plucked from the Dark would survive, but these specific realities apparently don’t mix like that. So we’ll likely have to do an instantiation sort of thing. For living things, we’re probably going to have to do something similar to what happens in the Glittering Depths, to allow dungeon NPCs to gradually become real people. Maybe I need to get that Name Finder back from the House, if we decide to go after people. Maybe we need some shadeling fugue assistance experts, too. Maybe someone from Ascendant Town can help? If we go after people, anyway.

“For inanimate things, you’re all going to have to learn a bit of Wizardry, to instantiate those things yourselves, like how I made this All-Seeing Eye around my neck, or Wheatly, which Solomon now wields.”

The golden bracelet around Solomon’s wrist briefly glittered in recognition of his name, but then Wheatly realized that Erick wasn’t talking to him, so he stayed wrapped around Solomon’s wrist. All in all, Erick liked the name ‘Wheatly’, but the girls kinda frowned at that name.

Solomon patted Wheatly, then shook his head a little at the girls.

Emily gave a defensive roll of her eyes. “That name is ridiculous.”

“It’s a fine name,” Solomon defended.

Erick continued, “But first thing: How did you tunnel into the Dark? I saw what you did, and I could understand most of it, but if you could put it into words that would be good. Are you girls using Dark Magic?”

Solomon nodded, also wanting that answer.

The girls looked at each other, questioningly.

Debby said, “We have no Dark Magic.”

As though a breaking point in a conspiracy had been reached, Candice casually announced, “Melemizargo was explicit about us not having Dark Magic unless we became Paladins, and we’re not doing that.”

Erick nodded, inwardly very happy for that announcement.

Jane answered, “We just did it? We don’t need Dark Magic. Just a curse ooze form.”

“It was a sort of squiggle and a pop,” Abigail said.

“Not a whole lot of mana cost, either,” Beth said.

Candice said, “We made ourselves one with the Dark.”

All of that was less than conclusive.

And then Debby said, “They focused their body and Prismatic Mana in a Dark way, or as much as possible, and when inside the Dark, this created reality out of Reality long enough to allow them to slip into the Dark’s over-reality. This had the effect of creating a path between the destroyed tunnel-dungeon space, and the slime crystal land, while also creating the slime crystal land just beyond. We’re not Paladins of Melemizargo, but when you get good enough with Prismatic Magic, you can fake some of the restricted magics easily enough.” In a quick and informative sort of way, she added, “Anyway: The Dark has an over-reality that is more dreamlike than Fairy, which he allows us to make dungeons out of now and then. These dungeons seem to be insulated from the greater over-reality until we break a core and force the disruption of connection, forcing the reintegration of the temporary over-reality granted by the core, into the greater over-reality kept together by Melemizargo.”

Everyone stared at Debby a little.

Solomon indicated Debby with an open hand, while saying to everyone else, “Now that makes sense. Why can’t you explain it that way?”

Erick silently agreed.

Jane complained, “I’m not a mage!”

Emily complained, “I didn’t get anything from my memories as a boy.”

Debby chuckled. “You weren’t the right boy.”

Erick interrupted further talk, saying, “I am glad today worked out, and I’m incredibly glad that we don’t have to do this experimental sort of push-into-the-Dark again, because, now that I know how it works, I’m going to find a way to make these tunnels without risking anyone’s lives, and without destroying cores.”

Jane frowned. “Cores are just advanced slimes that aren’t real until a repro or another sapient life gives them that sapience. They’re not real people, dad.”

“We can —and will have to— destroy more cores,” Emily said. “It’s the only way to access the real Dark. And it’s not like we’re sacrificing people.”

“Ah ha! There.” Erick said, “That’s the problem I have with this. It’s just like when you killed the Soul Slime and sacrificed it to Melemizargo. That’s what allowed him to take that sacrifice and make these dungeon cores in the first place, and though you’ve apparently gotten over that, I have not. I don’t approve of sacrificing anything to anyone. And so we’ll find another way. Besides! This way obviously isn’t working—”

“Dad,” Jane said, “This method will work, and won’t require you to work any Wizardry. It’s okay that we didn’t manage to catch it this time; it was a calculated risk.” Jane’s exasperation appeared as she said, “This ‘hunting’ method is the safer way than the ‘bridge building’ method.”

“Well you can just be exasperated, Jane.” Erick added, “And Abigail, Beth, Candice, Debby— Well actually you seem on board with the idea— And Emily. All of you can be exasperated, too. Now that I know how this whole thing works, I’m going to solve this problem with magic!”

Eyes rolled.

Jane asked, “How, though? You didn’t have any good ideas before. What changed?”

“The core-killing tactic relies on you hunting very-mobile fractions of missing reality, and as we have already seen, they move too fast to actually catch. So I want to go back to the original idea; to make tunnels in this dungeon, into the Dark, to find our targets. I’m going to turn one of these [Scry]ing Mirrors into a Doorway.” Erick smiled, saying, “Maybe I can even make a ‘Prismatic Key’—”

Debby instantly said, “I would like to help.”

“Of course, Debby!” Erick said.

“I thought you said you couldn’t do that?” Jane asked. “You couldn’t make tunnels that long?”

“That was before I finally understood how you girls became one with the Dark.” Erick added, “And we won’t be making long tunnels. We’ll be switching from a hunting strategy, to a fishing strategy. I’m going to make a lure.”

Solomon said, “How about a new Rule for the dungeon, too.”

“Yes!” Erick said, “Great idea. We can split up the methodology of such a Wizardry between several smaller parts, making the whole thing easier and more robust.”

Debby got into it, saying, “A lure system doesn’t have to be a ‘lure’ system. It could be a ‘checking-the-nearby-Dark’ and a ‘locking system’ to keep the chosen reality nearby.”

“That can be a Rule, too,” Solomon said, “Another Rule will solidify the floor-system of the dungeon, and allow for the instantiation of a ‘second floor’ in the dungeon, that leads to the location of the item we’re searching for. I’m almost 100% positive that locking a piece of the Dark to this dungeon’s outside will cause problems of Dark intrusion into this place, which will just kill us all. So, we’ll have to put up Rules for that, too. But...” He looked to Erick.

Erick picked up what Solomon was putting down, “So that’s where the Wizardry comes in; that’s where I make a Prismatic Doorway. The Prismatic Key we’re searching for links two places in the universe together, creating a temporary [Gate] between them and solidifying the land on both sides to habitability. But the Doorway I make will be bridging almost no space at all, maybe just a meter or two, with the primary power of it contained to the instantiation of reality.” He looked to the girls. “Much like how you girls made that black crystal land real through your presence.”

Erick had expected push-back on his whole proposal, for what he was doing was taking over a lot of Jane’s current purpose here at this Sundering search. Predictably, Jane, and all the others, did get a certain hardness to their sights as Erick laid out the ‘new plan’, threatening to go above and beyond what they were capable of at this moment. The whole scenario mirrored how he was ‘good at magic’ back when they first landed on Veird, and how Jane had struggled with all of that, eventually causing a rift between them that was still healing, to this day.

But Jane had grown since then.

Jane strongly said, “The reason we don’t want this dungeon directly involved with the hunt is because if there is a catastrophic event during the search, it will spill out elsewhere, from here. What is your plan for that inevitability? For getting caught up in an apocalypse?”

Beth added, “Today was a simple journey into a crystal slime land. But it won’t always be that.”

Candice said, “When we go searching for Primal Lightning, we’ll find Primal Lightning.”

Erick easily said, “Which is why we’ll search for a bunch of useful artifacts before we go after the lightning. Sininindi has even offered to help us get the Lightning Shield, which was one of her things that was instrumental in fending off the Primal Lightning that struck Veird. But, yes.” Erick said, “When we do go after the Sundering itself, we’ll have to delve into remote locations and all of Veird will have to prepare for side effects. But for artifact collecting, we start here.”

Jane and the girls relaxed a fraction. Jane gave a small nod. “It is dangerous to delve into the unfettered Dark, so sure, dad. I approve.”

Erick felt himself grinning—

Jane moved on, “So did anyone experience a break when we broke the core?”

The girls gave a few shaken heads and verbal ‘no’s.

Erick said, “I was on a plane of fire with geysers of flame everywhere. Nothing besides that. Only lasted a fraction of a second.”

There was a small pause of thought at that admission, but it did not last long.

Solomon said, “Nothing this time.”

Debby said, “Nothing for me, either.”

Jane smiled and announced, “Then I think we’re cleared. No need to worry about Dark Dreams.”

Erick was really glad that no one pushed back too hard on his declaration to streamline this whole searching-the-Dark process. He was a little bit pissed, though, that no one was saying they were glad to not chase the Dark and to kill cores in the process.

So Erick decided to say, “It was kinda scary watching you all delve into the Dark like that. I wasn’t sure you were going to make it.”

Jane brushed him off, saying, “We knew what we were doing.”

The other girls looked a whole lot less sure.

Erick pointed out, “Well it looks like you’re the only one who was sure, Jane. Abigail, Beth, Candice, Emily. You all had a different experience. Was it because of the smaller amount of personal mana generation you all share? While Jane is at half a million, or something like that? That generation surely insulated you from the affects of the Dark degradation. But you all were falling apart there in the Dark, weren’t you.”

Jane looked to the girls… And she paused. “Oh my gods. He’s right, isn’t he.”

Abigail firmly said, “It appears that there is a qualitative difference between having 500,000 mana generation versus 100,000. I felt like I was about to collapse at any moment, there in the deeper Dark. The slimes, once taken out of the Dark, did collapse. Transferring between realms was not as simple as you made it look, Jane.”

Debby spoke up, “I’d like us all to go to the house for a proper debrief because I saw some weird shit happening in there that I don’t think anyone else caught. Did you all see how the slimes with star-eyes were all looking at one part of the sky overhead? They were looking at something specific. I didn’t see it, but it was there.”

A moment passed.

Erick said, “Let’s go to the house and everyone can talk about everything, from start to finish.”

- - - -

Over the next hour, each of the girls gave a full breakdown of what they saw and how they moved. Technically, Erick should have done the debriefing separately, to keep the testimonies from interfering with each other, but he wasn’t about that right now, and neither were the girls. Once those testimonies came out, there was actual talk.

That talk didn’t get very far.

But it did make Debby slightly angry.

Erick sighed, as he said, “No one else saw what you saw, Debby.”

“I know,” Debby said, through a carefully controlled frown. “And you know what? That’s fine.” She made herself relax. “Maybe it was a delayed response to the core breaking— I know what I saw… But I admit… It might have been nothing.”

Erick suggested, “Maybe it’s time for one of us to wear the Bracelet of Memory full time?”

Poi said, “It wouldn’t help. If there is some sort of grand anti-memetic threat happening then that person would try to get us to understand something outside of our understanding. When that proved impossible, the person would simply take off the Bracelet and return to the ‘normal’ that we’re experiencing right now, because the weight of responsibility of knowledge would simply be too much for them. This neatly explains why the Bracelet is so reprehensible to everyone who wears it, beyond just the fact that the wearer never forgets anything once they put it on.” He looked to everyone, and said, “Someone will have to be that person, though. Eventually. Not right now.”

A moment passed.

Erick said, “It’s very annoying that even the gods don’t seem immune to the anti-meme.”

“Maybe there is no anti-meme, and we’re gaslighting ourselves.” Solomon said, “The only reason we think there is an anti-meme is because no one knows what caused the Sundering, not even the gods. But sometimes information has simply been lost, never to be retrieved again.”

Everyone gave him a look.

Solomon raised his hands defensively, saying, “I’m just saying.”

Jane spoke up, “We should try the Bracelet experiments again. We all only wore it for an hour. Perhaps we can learn things through the length of time we experience while wearing it.” She explained, “Perhaps we can have a pair of timers, and the wearer can talk about what they see to an observer, and when the wearer is talking about the anti-meme, they can stop the timer. The experiment stops when the observer’s timer wears out.

“If there is an anti-meme, then the wearer’s timer will still have time in it, since they will have stopped the timer when the observer stopped reacting to them. The experiment could be a simple statement of ‘go’, passed back and forth between the two participants.” Jane said, “Like a pair of us can just pass a verbal command to ‘go’ between us, and when it stops, they stop their timer.”

Another moment passed.

Poi said, “It’s a good idea. If it works then we can maybe pass clues about the anti-meme to normal parties, though I have concerns that the theoretical anti-meme is too strong to allow such an experiment to produce actionable results. Perhaps it is a Time-based anti-meme, considering even Wizard-level Time Magic stopped working properly back when the Sundering struck the Old Cosmology.”

Jane nodded; yeah, her idea of an experiment had holes in it, for sure.

Poi nodded, too, as he continued, “But an experiment of that nature is something we should delay, anyway. We’re not ready to confront what might be behind the Sundering right now. We won’t be for quite some time.”

Erick said, “A fair assessment.” He smiled, announcing, “So let’s leave all that until we’re ready for it later, and get to work on changing this dungeon into a fishing boat.”

Solomon began, “So for the new Rules, I was thinking...”

- - - -

RULES:

~ GRAND NOTIFICATION: Due to extensive rules changes, most of these rules are only applicable within normal dungeon space. DELVER BEWARE!

1: Script Interface, minimal settings

2: Auto-Resurrection, unlimited lives

3: Maximum Life Support, slime generation set to maximum; PLAIN SLIMES ONLY

4: Sanctity of Space, golem enforcement of life form level; MAXIMUM LETHALITY

~ Exceptions: Fallopolis, slimes, Erick Flatt, Jane Flatt, Ophiel, Yggdrasil, Dungeon Masters divorced from this dungeon, + Accompaniment

5: Direct access to Darkness

6: Creation of No-Script, variable-manasphere-density areas, at request of dungeon masters

~ Notification: mana escaping into the manasphere due to Script severing will be taken into the dungeon core through natural means. Beware rapid progression of any slimes or other beings should they be exposed to high levels of mana.

7: Sighting Mirrors into the Dark.

~Notification: The Dark sometimes stares back.

8: Floors, expanded

- a -: Entrance; a separated staircase. Flying or use of transporter required. Stabilized and life support.

- b -: Slime Floor; the current dungeon layout. Stabilized and life support to 10 kilometers square, 1 kilometer height and depth.

- c -: House; a guarded space below the Slime Floor. Stabilized and life support to 1 cubic kilometer.

- d -: Experimental space; Open to the Deeper Dark on the north side of the Slime Floor. Unknown stability, unknown life support, subject to change at any time.

~ Notification: Rule 8, subsection d. BEWARE that interacting with the Dark most commonly leads to death. The dungeon is not responsible for you stepping out of its solidified area, and has less than minimal power to affect the Deeper Dark.

9: Experimental Space, expanded

- a -: A dungeon master may cause a change in the Experimental Space, locking a part of the Experimental Space to solidity for a short while. Efficacy of this subrule is wildly variable, and dependent on the power and clarity and positions of lands that lie beyond the edge of this dungeon.

- b -: Once a change occurs, the adjoining floor will be made stable by the dungeon and a timer will appear. The timer will estimate the length of stability left on the adjoining floor.

- c -: The slime dungeon can expend mana at the request of the dungeon master in order to increase the stability of the Experimental Space. This stability increase will be reflected in the timer.

~ Notification: BEWARE that interacting with the Dark most commonly leads to death. The dungeon is not responsible for you stepping out of its solidified area, and has less than minimal power to affect the Deeper Dark.

10: Lures of Darkness, attempt to bring known parts of the Greater Dark nearer to the dungeon

~ Notification: BEWARE that interacting with the Dark most commonly leads to death.

~ GRAND NOTIFICATION: Due to attempts to circumvent the domain of the Dark, you have drawn the eye of the Dark. Witness this message and tremble, mortal: (Developer’s note: Do some Wizardry, Erick.)

- - - -

Over the several days, the group had figured out some Rules that did most of the job of fishing in the Dark for them. Implementing those Rules had taken several more days beyond that.

Almost a month had passed since Erick first walked into this dungeon.

In taking this step, to find the Sundering at the behest of the gods and to eventually unseal Yggdrasil from his own soul, Erick had felt unmoored yet again. Of course, fucking up with [Onward] all those years ago had not helped with that feeling of being lost. For the first time in a while, and in multiple ways, Erick truly had been lost, and not just because he wasn’t at House Benevolence, helping people every single day, or taking care of this or that crisis.

It had taken him some time to come back to himself.

With the addition of five new daughters and a brother he never knew until now, everything had gone crazy yet again. But then there were the family dinners. The talks with a person who truly knew him, and seeing his daughter from five new angles. Poi was a godsend, too.

Kiri, back at the House, was doing very well, now that she had increased the size of the Office of the Overseer of Gate Expansion by a whole platoon of people, doubling the size of that office. She’d probably be doubling it again in the coming months, because as soon as Erick talked to her about his new multiverse theories, Kiri became his bright-eyed apprentice yet again, seeming to drop a decade with her inquisitive questions, and doubling her usual desire to learn. Erick handed her a copy of the multiversal theories work he had already done, and she added a bunch of her own notes in response, for she had been kicking around something similar in her head for a while now.

Kiri was doing well, and she would do even better in the future.

Ophiel was growing up, getting more and more curious with every passing day. When it was just Erick, the little fluff ball was actually asking questions about what was happening. He had never done that before. Erick happily kept up with the little guy’s strings of questions, in between working on his enchanting and his multiversal theories of magic.

Yggdrasil was getting ready to separate. From Erick’s mostly-covert talks with Zolan about Yggdrasil’s new ‘Office of Forestry’, Yggdrasil was doing well, connecting with new people with an orcol-avatar. Of course Erick’s largest son would decide to be an orcol; he had done most of his growing up around orcols.

And the girls were driven right now, delving dungeons to get their base mana generation as high as they could make it, but when this was all over and the world was safer and better than it had ever been before, the girls would be adrift, like Erick was at the beginning of this new journey. He would have to be there for them. He wanted to be there for them, and for all his maturing children. And Solomon wanted to help. Which was great! Erick didn’t think he could raise ten children like Ophiel on his own, nor could he keep up with 6 daughters, two of which looked as though they might want to actually spend time with him. Long term!

Emily would probably ask for a position in House Benevolence. She would probably also ask about being [Reincarnation]ed as a boy. Her brief core breaking experience as being born male had done a lot to her, though she didn’t want to talk to Erick about it much at all.

Debby was going to go full-mage, but keep her body. She was experimenting a lot with Lightning, and finding it quite fun.

Jane, along with Abigail, Beth, and Candice, would be returning to Adventurer City. And that was fine.

Erick smiled to himself, as he stood upon the northern edge of the dungeon, thinking about the future, and how the path ahead had become a lot clearer in recent days.

… Well.

Certainly not that clear.

Clearer, though.

They would be stealing everything they could from the Dark, then finding and fighting the Sundering source, and then ending that threat forever. Neat Stuff! Especially the part about stealing from the Dark.

Erick was more and more happy with that—

Solomon asked, “What are you thinking about?”

Erick gazed at what had been the Dark until a few days ago, when they implemented the new Rules. “About the uncertain path ahead, but how my footsteps had gained a lot of certainty in recent days.”

Solomon raised an eyebrow, then turned to face the once-Darkness. “Mind sharing some of that certainty with me? ‘Cause all I can see is chaos.”

Solomon was referring to the northern side of the dungeon, of course. It had been replaced.

Instead of an opaque wall of misty shadows layered upon a black ocean that swirled with unseen monsters, there was clarity. The shadows were still there, but they were transparent. The black ocean was still there, but it was also a thousand swirling dreams, with depths sometimes stretching out to infinity, layered with ancient battles and worlds glimpsed and then lost. Riotous magic killed a billion people and raised a thousand million more. Births outnumbered deaths, with eggs laid in clutches by the beach and little girls and boys and otherwise slipping out of birth canals while mothers cried out in agony, and then in blessed joy as babies joined the cacophony.

A man made an artifact and then made a world.

A woman killed a deer and spilled its entrails into the heavens, creating a network between sky islands and the stars.

A dragon ate the throat out of another dragon, the two of them entangled until that moment, and then the victor stood upon the sands, their wings spreading wide as the body of the fallen fell off, into darkness, while the cheers of adoring fans filled the arena and the city beyond.

A god died and rose again.

A god killed another god, gold light flashing. The victor was murdered in return when a third pounced, and widened the wounds suffered by the newest loser in the war of gods.

A land of pillars held briefly upon the other side of the dungeon’s edge, beyond the smoke and absolute death promised by the Dark—

“There!” Solomon said, rapidly activating his half of the preparation they had laid down for this exact moment; the moment when an innocuous land appeared.

Erick was ready.

Between Erick and the Other, was a circular gate set upon half of a pyramid. It was runed with power and filled with promise, with the topmost part of the circle actually a pair of arrows, one side feeding into the other, forming a great Gate of [Renew], and Benevolence. It was about 5 meters across.

A timer appeared, indicating 15 seconds.

The lands beyond the Darkness came into focus.

Erick surveyed the land, rapidly judging what he was seeing.

Beyond the Benevolence Gate, simple pillars became ornate granite carvings of people in prayer and in honoring some ancient power. The ground became layered with large granite tiles, where clipped grasses grew between. Small trees blossomed in the Dreaming Dark. A fountain burbled, glowing with waters that were clearly pure Elemental Healing. Birds sang, and people stood in prayer beside the fountain, while some priest used a very long spoon to pick up a small bit of Healing and deliver it to the mouth of the first person in line. That person had a blindfold over their eyes, and then light erupted from their eyes, and the blindfold fell away.

He could see again, and his nearby family cheered for him.

It looked like a good location to Erick. The timer was down to 11 seconds.

Erick sang,

“A land once known, now only dreams. We doth bemoan.

“Yet Darkness gleams!

“Through chance we greet, past lightning’s wrath!

“Pray now we meet, down winding path.”

As Erick sang the billowy gloom separating the floors of the dungeon listened. Everything did. The very air, and stone, and the blood in Erick’s veins, and the Benevolence in his core, all soaked in his intent, in his request, in prayer.

Existence twisted upon the lathe of Erick’s Reality.

The runic gate lit up with white lightning.

Like a flickering imagination written down and made solid in the writing, the lands beyond turned ever more real.

The timer went from 1 second to all nines, filling the black box full, and then overflowing. The membrane between realities shattered inside the gate, like the cracking of glass. White lightning crackled out from the gate, expanding across the entire northern wall of darkness beyond the dungeon. That outer lightning turned solid, like a hand gripping tight. The center of the gate swirled in fractal dances, the chips of broken reality slipping away, pulled apart by lightning, revealing a path that was only a meter long, and yet so, so much longer than that.

Birdsong and the gentle laughter of happy people spilled out from the other side of the gateway. The slight staticky sound of the humming gate was completely unable to eclipse the new Truth on the other side. People were getting healed, and joy overflowed.

Erick felt like he had run a marathon, but marathons were nothing to him these days. It was a good sort of tired. A fulfilled sort of pain.

A smaller, clearer joy came next, as Solomon opened up a black window and Erick glanced at the window.

- -

RULE CHANGED:

10: Lures of Darkness, attempt to bring known parts of the Greater Dark nearer to the dungeon

~ Notification: BEWARE that interacting with the Dark most commonly leads to death.

~ GRAND NOTIFICATION: Due to attempts to circumvent the domain of the Dark, you have drawn the eye of the Dark. Witness this message and tremble, mortal: (Developer’s note: Do some Wizardry, Erick.)

10: The Black Gate, through Benevolence all things are possible

~ Notification: With skill, Benevolence, and the agreement of the Dark, call forth a Dark Dream from the depths. When the requested dream surfaces it will instantiate within the Experimental Floor of the dungeon. BEWARE, the local area is made of Benevolence and is amenable to life, but the Script is distant in the dream, while the Dark is ever closer.

- -

Erick grinned. “Now that’s what I’m talking about!”

“Even managed to make it out of Benevolence, and let the Script into the space… a little bit? Not sure on that part,” Solomon said, as he flicked a hand toward the timer box. The timer box floated to hover above and in front of the [Renew] Gate. It was still showing all 9s. “I can’t see a soul or anything like that in those people. Can you?”

Erick had already scoped out the people and the healers attending to them. “They don’t look real to me, and I don’t think they can see us. We could just watch for a while? See if they wander off and then we don’t have to deal with them? I think I would prefer that.”

Solomon said, “The girls aren’t even back yet, so yeah. Let’s wait and watch.” He looked to Erick, saying, “Good work.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you.” Erick breathed out in satisfaction, and then he summoned a chair for himself, and for Solomon. He sat down, asking, “How much longer will the girls be?”

Solomon sat down, saying, “Maybe two hours.”

Erick nodded. He turned his focus to the scene happening just beyond the ephemeral edge between the slime dungeon floor, and the Other Space just beyond. Dark mist, or smoke, or clouds, lingered here and there, forming a transparent film between this reality and the Other. The only space where that film did not exist was within the [Renew] Gate. There, the air was clear.

Solomon watched with him.

Over the next hour, the parishioners at the Healing Fountain —as Erick was calling it— all got healed, and they all moved on, following a young woman in white robes to some other space. They vanished as they passed out of view, walking into far-away black clouds, back into the Dark Dream, without care that they were walking back into oblivion. Heavily armored clergymen, covered in robes, remained beside the Healing Fountain, as the healer who had spooned out the Fountain’s water flipped over a heavy metal grate, securing the Fountain’s basin. The top of the Fountain was still fully exposed; liquid Healing spurted up into the air, casting rainbows, still able to be touched, and imbibed, before it fell past the slotted grate, into the basin. But the basin was protected now.

“You think he’s protecting the Fountain from theft?” Erick asked, “Or from people overdosing?”

“Overdosing; has to be,” Solomon said, “Looks like we’ve only got a kilometer of space secured on that side, so there might be walls and such out there… But I doubt it—” He fell silent, because the people on the other side were talking.

The healer spoke of that being all for the day, and that he was headed back to the temple. The guards nodded, then one of them took out a great big lock and locked the Healing Fountain’s basin. It looked like a magical lock to Erick. And then the three people walked on, down the granite-tiled path, beyond the carved pillars filled with unknown words. Soon, they were past the safe space. They vanished into the Dreaming Dark. And then the space was empty of people.

Solomon spoke, “Looks like that’s it.” He sat back in his chair. “I wonder why this was a memory in the Dark. All the other memories were big shits. Battles and deaths and births of all kinds.”

“Maybe this is simply a place that helped a lot of people.” Erick said, “Looks like free healing to all that comes… or maybe there’s some other price they pay, elsewhere. But the place certainly isn’t guarded at all. Or at least not in the traditional sense.”

They fell to silence for a short while.

And then Solomon said, “This whole thing sort of reminds me of that time we went Dreaming and ended up with Rozeta, and she was typing away at that computer.”

Erick recalled that time. “We were so exhausted from ending the Chelation War that we just collapsed, and ended up in that liminal space that touched upon Rozeta’s.”

Solomon nodded. “That was probably Soul and Mind Magic, now that I think about it; a half-step into the realm of the Divine. Like all of this, actually.”

“This was from a different angle, though, and a lot more permanent.”

Solomon nodded. After a moment, he said, “We should get Poi out here, to ask the Crossing what this thing is.”

“That’s a very good idea.”

- - - -

Poi stood before the [Renew] Gate, saying, “That’s a Healing Fountain, or at least that was one name for it. It was a common artifact recorded in the archives of the Mind Mages… But since it is here, in the Dark Dream, it has to be one of the oldest ones. Or one that saw a lot of specific people get healed, and then those people went on to do something special.” Poi said, “Other than that, I have no basis to understand whatever this is. We might even be wrong. Something about this space doesn’t seem like where you’d find a Healing Fountain; those things were constantly crowded.”

Debby, who had returned with all the girls, suggested, “We should go steal the pillars? Have the writing analyzed?”

She was digging for answers and had none. A ‘Healing Fountain’ had no real use on Veird, after all. This first search was likely a bust. No one was actually saying that yet, but everyone was thinking it.

So Erick said it, “This is a bust. And that’s fine. Let’s go after the Censer, then.”

“Wait a moment,” Jane said, stepping forward. “Let’s at least explore this land on the other side. I’m going in.” Without further discussion, Jane started walking up the stairs, to the Gate—

Erick forced himself not to say anything.

—The others went with her; Beth, Abigail, Candice, Emily. Solomon held back, while Debby looked like she wanted to go, but decided against it. The girls stepped through the large [Renew] symbol, Jane leading the way.

Jane stepped into the sunshine on the other side of the gate, her skin temporarily flaking away, Erick’s heart rate spiking, until Jane flickered with power and solidified. She remained whole. Her voice was clear as she said, “Still a Dark sort of space, but it’s easy walking once you attune to the difference.”

The girls followed, all of them exhibiting a lot more stability, thanks to Jane’s warning.

The five of them spread out.

Abigail approached a pillar, looking up and down the whole length as she said, “I can’t tell any writing. Can you pick up my thoughts and viewpoint, Poi?”

Poi said, “Barely. Not really, though.” He said, “You all should explain what you’re actually seeing on that side, anyway. It’s not the same as what we’re seeing.”

Ophiel asked, “I go inside?”

Erick softly said, “No, Ophiel. Not doing that.”

Ophiel whistled in unsure guitar sounds.

Beth prowled around, keeping her eyes open and active. She began speaking as though she was in a documentary, “The sky is blue and distant, as anyone would see from any sort of plane. We cannot see the other floor of the dungeon on this side; all we see is the hole in the world that leads over there. The space beyond the Gate looks like more of this land, with pillars and tiles and grasses. I could perhaps walk through what appears to be the ‘wall’ of the dungeon, to walk beside the Gate and effectively overlap any of you on that side, but that seems ill-advised.”

“It’s like we’re in a land of pillars, and the Gate is in the middle,” Jane said, “But we could walk around it if we wanted.”

Abigail started walking that way, saying, “I’m going to try it. Be prepared to Time me.”

Erick’s chest tightened as Abigail approached the left side of the Gate, preparing himself to cast [Return]. Abigail easily walked through the wall of mist, vanishing from sight—

“Girls!” Erick demanded, “What just happened—”

“She appears fine,” Jane said. “She’s walking around.”

Two seconds later Abigail appeared on the right side of the Gate, walking back into view. Erick’s heart still clenched.

Solomon spat, “That was fucking dangerous, Abigail.”

Abigail said, “I appear unharmed, but the decay I experienced due to Darkness seemed to speed up on the other side.”

Emily snorted. “Lucky you didn’t just evaporate.”

“That wasn’t going to happen,” Abigail said, defending herself.

Jane said, “So it appears that we can explore past this stabilized area, but the Darkness is a whole lot stronger past what the dungeon would call the ‘Experimental Floor’.”

Candice, who had been silently inspecting the fountain, spoke up, “This isn’t a spring from some underground source. There’s some sort of brightness down inside the well. Looks like a fragment of some sort of stone. Or ice. Actually. Yeah. That’s Ice. Elemental Ice? Looks like a block of dry ice, actually.”

The other girls turned and walked her way to see what was up.

Candice said, “Maybe a solid form of Elemental Healing?”

Poi suddenly yelled, “Don’t touch that water. Get away from it.”

They weren’t about to, but the warning stopped them short. They all took a step back from the fountain.

Erick and Solomon looked to Poi.

Poi was engaged with a bunch of tendrils coming off of his head, though. He jerked a little bit, as he frowned at the distance, his voice small as he said, “One moment. I’m trying to… Hmm.” He said to Erick and Solomon, “I think we have run into a Forgotten Mana. I think that is Elemental—”

The air filled with a buzz.

Erick waved his hand, and said, “I hate that Silencing. One second.” Erick tried to bring up his Minor Entity of the Script overrides— But a different angry buzz filled the air. It was distinctly different from the one that filled the air when Poi spoke of Silenced magics. Erick looked up, saying, “Come on now. I know I’m in the Dark and this area isn’t exactly secure… Okay. Never mind. I see the problem without having to be told.” He looked to Solomon. “Another Rule?”

Solomon said, “We’ll have to. We probably should have already. This is fine, though.”

Jane spoke from the other side of reality, “Change it up later. Poi. Should we take this thing?” Jane looked down into the waters below the metal grate. “It looks easy enough to steal.”

“No.” Poi said, “Elemental - - - - - - doesn’t do anything for us… Well. Actually. It might be really useful— Eh! Come on back for now. We have to institute some new Rules. The timer still reads all 9s so that space isn’t going anywhere.”

The girls walked back through the [Renew] Gate, each of them reappearing in this reality without any trouble at all.

Jane said, “So the new Rule is to allow Banned magics?”

Solomon spoke, “I should think not. A better Rule would be the allowance of talking of Banned and Forgotten magics.”

Erick couldn’t help himself from musing, “You know… Silences in the Script make a whole lot more sense now, when you consider that they simply disallow certain dimensions from existing or entering into discussion, as though those possibilities have been separated… rather far… Huh. You all aren’t hearing what I’m saying right now, are you?”

Almost the entire group had gone a bit far-eyed as Erick spoke, his words damaging them on some small, yet fundamental level. Solomon seemed the least affected.

Had Erick accidentally run into a Silenced topic?

Well how about that.

Poi was unaffected at all, for some reason. He said, “Rule 10 will have to be extensive, especially if we plan on keeping the Script in here.”

As everyone came back to themselves—

Erick said, “I suspect you might be right, Poi.”

“I really hate those Silences,” Solomon said, and then he pinched half of his nose shut and expelled a glob of blood from the other nostril, directly onto the ground. “Unpleasant.”

Beth said, “How is Elemental - - - - - -” She winced, along with everyone else. “… How is it bad, though?”

Jane said, “Table it, for now.” She looked to Poi. “Rule change?”

Poi nodded. “Do we want to keep the Script? If we don’t keep the Script, I can make a rather simple Rule to allow for the discussion and sequestering of Banned magics, so we might be able to grab that shard of stuff and bring it here. Otherwise, if we keep the Script, I’m not sure how to make a Rule that will allow us to talk about all this stuff, or to retrieve Silenced magic items from the Dark.”

Erick asked, “Kick the Script to Ar’Cosmos levels? Would that be enough?”

Poi said, “Something a bit more aggressive than that might work.”

“Fine by me.” Erick said to everyone, “Everyone okay with manual casting from now on?”

A few small nods and otherwise passed around the group.

Poi nodded. “That works. That’s what we’ll do.”

Half an hour and a million dungeon mana later, Poi changed Rule 1.

- -

1: Script Interface, minimal settings

1: Absolute Minimum Script Interference. Banned and Forgotten Magics allowed.

~ Notification: You have drawn the Sight of the Dark with this rule. (Developer’s note: There’s a lot of dangerous stuff in there, Erick! Don’t get yourself killed too thoroughly. The dungeon can only [True Resurrection] you if there is something to [True Resurrection].)

- -

“I hope to never use those [True Resurrection]s,” Erick said to the air. And then he turned back to his family. “So what’s the Banned magic?”

“Elemental Purity,” Poi said, “Those people weren’t getting healed. They were being made ‘Pure’.”

“Ahhhh,” Erick looked to his daughters. “That would explain the distaste I saw on your faces.”

“Purity could be useful, though,” Candice said. “We’re trying to do some anti-anti-memetic stuff, right?”

“A valid idea,” Solomon said, “We should consult the gods.” He looked to Erick. “Which means you.”

Erick nodded.

- - - -

“Ew, no,” Rozeta said, standing in the grove outside of the dungeon. “There are better ways to protect against ‘impurity’ threats.”

Erick had called the gods for another small meeting and explained the situation. Not all the gods had shown up, but a few had.

Koyabez said, “Move on past the horror of that Element; it never ends well.”

“What is Purity, anyway?” Erick asked, the Script vaguely Silencing ‘Purity’, but not too badly. He already knew about it, and all the people listening to him were gods, anyway. “It looks like Elemental Healing.” He added, “Also! What’s with the Silencing of how Silences work?”

Rozeta frowned at Erick. And then she just sighed. “Well that’s great.”

Phagar turned back to the topic, “Elemental Purity is a confluence of Healing, Destruction, and Ice. Those who are too impure to begin with, or those who touch Purity without the proper protocols, are themselves destroyed. It’s a good thing no one touched it.”

Erick’s eyes went wide—

And then Aloethag, the Goddess of Beauty and Brutality, and of the Orcols, descended from the cloudy sky to stand upon the grasses before Erick. She was dressed in white and red and unadulterated magnanimity. “I want this Artifact of Purity. In return, and as a start, I will speak on Quilatalap’s behalf regarding his attempt at reconciliation with the Pantheon, and with the world. Other agreements will be at your discretion, Wizard Flatt. How about a Boon of Blood, for start? Five times as much benefit regarding your Blood Mana Class Ability; burn 1 Health gain 5 mana.”

Rozeta went stoic and unreadable; she was staying out of this conversation to preserve neutrality.

Koyabez frowned. “Why can’t you just be happy with having orcols. Why do you want the elves back, Aloethag.”

Aloethag said, “I want both.” Perhaps a little more harshly, she said, “And a Purity Fountain will allow me to cleanse orcols of their Rage completely. A lot of them would wish for this, and I would give it to them.”

Rozeta clearly stated, “No Banned Elements will be allowed to return to Veird.”

Aloethag narrowed her eyes at the Goddess of the Script, then she pivoted. She said to Erick. “Find me elves. Find me people who want me as their goddess. And I will grant you everything I can.”

She obviously didn’t require an answer right then and there, because she spilled into the atmosphere like a splash of golden blood that rapidly vanished into the ether.

“… Well okay then,” Erick said to the air. “I guess that’s it.”

Phagar vanished next, saying, “Farewell.”

“Till next time,” Koyabez said, vanishing as well.

Rozeta remained. She relaxed a fraction, then said to Erick, “I’m amazed that he’s actually letting you plunder the Dark.”

“I’m amazed that it’s working.” Erick asked, “Want to come in? See this place for yourself? Tell me if it is actually working?”

Rozeta was unsure for a moment, her thoughts elsewhere. Then she decided, “No thank you. That is a step too far for me right now.”

“Okay. Then I have a question for you about the nature of mana production.”

Rozeta nodded.

“What is the nature of a person’s personal connection to the multiverse versus how much mana they produce?” Erick clarified, “Like, everyone makes some amount of mana per day, with mages making more and people who are just living their lives making on average 10 mana per day. But where is that mana actually coming from? The number of personal choices available to them? The closeness they have to their own personal multiverse?”

“That’s a mystery of the Dark,” Rozeta said, “But you might be able to get an answer out of my father, when no one else ever could. Personally, I believe that maybe 50% to 80% of the amount of mana a person makes is directly proportional to how much they’re willing to change the world with their power. The other part of that equation is allowances of the Dark, through the awakening of Darkness in everyone who touches upon magic. My numbers are likely off, but they are based upon evidence gathered over a long-ish time.”

Erick thought for a moment, trying to slot that into his current, and growing, idea of the multiverse being how magic actually worked. “Thank you.” Erick spoke, “So when I made [Renew], and then Benevolence… Before all that, every single person’s mana was different. Every single person was a producer for a different universe of themselves. This was why the mana of different mages couldn’t mix properly, without extensive ritual work and cooperative casting, but with [Renew], one mage can express their power in a way that directly communicates and bolsters the power that another has set down.” He asked, “Is that how that works?”

Rozeta chuckled a little. “It’s very like a Wizard to not understand what they have done until many years later. But yes. That is precisely correct. Your Benevolence and empathy has made communication between ‘individual universes’ possible. Though that is a very weird way to state that accomplishment.”

Erick slowly nodded, as the words of the Other Erick, when he witnessed his first core breaking, came back to him. He decided to ask, “So I saw this core breaking last month. I saw my Other Self. He told me: ‘It’s all about communication. That’s the reason for everything happening in your life. And yet, you are nothing. We’re all just motes of our reality, shoved outward in hopes of understanding the Great Other.’ It was all rather cryptic.” Erick asked, “What do you think about that?”

“I can’t give you any sort of satisfying answer, but what I can say is that I am surer and surer that this whole mess of a Sundering search is the correct Path for you.” Rozeta said, “And I do mean ‘Path’; I see that now. With every step you take, and revelation you make, you’re getting closer and closer to True Wizardry. When Yggdrasil and Ophiel separate from you, you will likely be able to become a True Wizard without trouble.”

Erick hummed a little, and then nodded. “Thanks, Rozeta.”

Rozeta smiled softly. “I still want that Lifeblood Heart, Erick. Veird could use the mana. But the others were right when they said that you likely couldn’t approach it at all. Try anyway, please.”

“Of course.” Erick said, “We’re going to go after the Censer of Destruction again, next. Do you want that brought up here, or do I need to deliver it somewhere— Oh! Does Destruction mana literally just close off the dimension of other manas, when paired with that mana? Like that’s how Destruction-plus-Fire ends Fire Magics, and even mundane fire?”

Rozeta raised an eyebrow. “Sure. I’ll be able to take the Censer here on the Surface. And yes. That’s how magic works… Though I wouldn’t phrase it like that. But I see you’re on your own explanation of the universe, and you’re probably correct— And I see you have a lot of other questions, but I gotta go, Erick. We’ll talk later.”

Erick smiled, saying, “Yes. Talk later!”

- - - -

Back inside the dungeon, Erick announced, “Elemental Purity is Banned; we’re not touching that stuff. It’s Elemental Destruction-aligned and has some sort of connection to Aloethag and elves, so that’s a ‘no’. Funnily enough, we are going after another Destruction source; the Censer.”

There were no objections.

Standing before the [Renew] Gate, Erick willed the [Renew] Gate to power, and the webbing of lightning that radiated from the gate seemed to ‘let go’ of the Experimental Space. Lightning retreated, pulling back to the rune of [Renew].

And the timer above the gate rapidly began to count down, the all 9s rapidly changing to two simple digits; 18, then 17, 16…

The land beyond began to fray. Shadows moved in. Pillars and the words upon them turned indistinct in the light of a sun from another universe. As the timer approached 0, the world beyond flickered and birdsong died, passing into dreams.

The timer faded.

The path through the Gate was the final thing to vanish, becoming a tunnel, and then closing off, as though the Gate were an eye belonging to a fainting person. And then there were dreams. The Darkness beyond returned to a cacophony of near-silent memories, fading in and out from the depths, vibrant colors and deep shadows passing in and out of black clouds, briefly revealing themselves as real, and then revealing themselves as not.

Debby asked, “So how does this luring work?”

Erick smiled. “Like this:” And then he intoned, “Find and secure the Censer of Destruction.”

The [Renew] Gate flickered with power. A brilliant white light flickered out of the hole in the ground that led to the house, and the core, followed rapidly by a roll of power that spread outward from that point, flashing across the white stone ground, glittering upon every slime. That brightness radiated into the depths of Darkness surrounding the slime dungeon. And then, on the northern wall, between dreams and reality, light flashed down from every single side, coalescing upon the gate.

The gate hummed to life.

The cacophony of memories beyond began to slow down. Births flowed into deaths and then into destruction. The annihilation of nations and worlds came next, followed by smaller, more concentrated ends; the annihilation of individuals, and then artifacts. The breaking of that which needed to break came next as smoke flowed in from all corners of the Darkness.

And then the smoke flowed out of an invisible space, situated down an expansive hallway that would prove the equal of any world’s greatest cathedrals.

A great white metal bowl, spectacularly clean and yet spilling smoke everywhere, stood in the center of a crossing hallway, in the center of a white cathedral floor. It was several meters across and filled with holes, each of those holes spilling forth smoke. It was a simple thing, and yet not. It held no fire, and yet it burned. It burned, and yet it was clean. In that cleanliness, in that spilling smoke, it cleaned the world.

Priests and paladins stood nearby, overseeing the burning.

A rag-tag group of adventurers also stood nearby, some of them openly weeping in joy and in other heavy emotions, as the tallest of them softly said to himself, “It’s over. It’s finally over.”

His voice was mostly lost in the smoke.

Back in the dungeon, Solomon raised an eyebrow at Erick, asking, “Is that how it works? I wasn’t even sure.”

Erick chuckled. “Seems like it does work exactly like that!”

“I thought I was going to have to help on my end. If that was even possible.”

“Ah? Well. Maybe next time? We can try that experiment, too.”

Jane said, “For now, we wait until the crowd clears.”

Debby asked, “What do you think they were burning?”

Erick guessed, “An artifact of great evil, that could be destroyed no other way. Or maybe the Censer was simply the easiest way to destroy the artifact? Probably the second option. Some artifacts and magics are very hard to destroy.”

And then Poi asked, “Will we be able to fit that thing through this gate?”

“… Ah. Hmm.”

Erick looked at the size of the gate. It was maybe 4 meters wide on the inside.

The Censer of Destruction was at least 6 meters wide. Maybe 7? Hard to tell from this distance.

Abigail said, “Looks like a no, to me.”

Solomon said, “On it!”

And then he did something with the dungeon that Erick didn’t fully understand.

The [Renew] Gate expanded twice as wide. It was now 10 meters in diameter.

Erick looked to Solomon. “Is that how it works?”

Solomon grinned. “Seems like it does work exactly like that.”

As if realizing something that he already knew, Erick said, “All magic is connected. All magic is the same. For mana is simply possibility made manifest. You just fucked with possibility?”

Solomon smiled wider. “Yup. I think what I did was make it so that the larger version of the Gate exists.”

Erick looked to Solomon. “It was that easy?”

Solomon chuckled. “If we were in a less daughter-filled environment, I would make a joke about me going second and widening the hole.”

Erick blinked, stunned that Solomon would speak—

Jane burst out laughing, at Solomon’s joke or at Erick’s delayed reaction, hard to say, while Abigail and Candice both gave a muttered ‘gross’, and Emily and Debby both simply chuckled.

Erick rolled his eyes—

Poi added, “The dungeon did the heavy lifting.”

Solomon grumbled, “Bah! Poi.”

More laughter, as Poi smirked.