Chapter 48 – Chains of Garnikul

“Stupid! You knew this was going to happen! Why did you even come here?!” Narissa angrily scolded herself as she scrambled through the streets of Garnikul.
Barefoot and wearing a dress with a large tear on its side, her feet drummed against the stone pavement, doing their best to take her as far as they could from her naïve choices.
Onlookers ogled her but instead of embarrassment, she was filled with panic as shouts pertaining to her whereabout erupted from behind.

Passing an intersecting pathway, she swiftly pivoted to her left, barely avoiding a man lunging at her from the side. The abrupt action caused her to lose balance and her body careened into the side of a cart. “Over here! She’s over here!” A voice bellowed, as more shouting came through the crowd. With the sound of hounds also closing in, Narissa hurriedly painfully turned for the alleyways. Yet as she did so, wall of figures emerged from within and blocked her path.

“You can either choose to come back with us, or we can drag you back by those pretty plates of yours. I am sure the master would not mind at all.” A man wearing a dark guard uniform called out as the group surrounded her.

“The men of this country, reduced to nothing more than lowly thugs without honor or pride! You all make me sick!!” Narissa retorted furiously.

“Honor? Pride? Look around you. Does this look like the sort of place where honor keeps you safe, and pride feeds you?” The man replied, gesturing to the dozens of hopeless slaves quietly observing her predicament. “Now come, or I fear I will not stop these boys from roughing up that pretty face of yours.”

She glared at her pursuers. “I am Narissa Unrigan, and I will not be forced against my will!” Foregoing her shame, she took her hand off of the tear on her dress and readied herself for a fight.

“Well then my lady, have it your way.” The man grinned and made a mocking bow, then signaled the others to proceed.

“Unhand me you curs!” Narissa screamed, trying to shake off her captors as they dragged her into a large building. Her lips were bleeding and her torn dress was only hanging on by mere threads, but she had taken down three of her subjugators before being overpowered. Brought to a staircase that led to the second floor of the house, she was held down and made to wait on her knees.

Some time passed before a kovus man wearing a brown robe appeared at the top of the stairs. There was a large stitching along the left side of the man’s head, and on his forehead–barely below his protective plates–was a swelling the size of a fist where she had rammed her skull-plate. Slowly descending down to her, the man was grimacing with each step he took.
Unable to move or stand up, Narissa angrily glared up at the person whom she had thought was a friend.

“Why do you glare at me with such eyes after all I’ve promised you?” The man spoke, not looking away from her. Anger was apparent in his eyes, along with a glint of triumph and a coldness unlike his usual self.

“Fuck you, Shiar!”

“Is that any way to speak to me after what you did?! You forget your position!”

“It is you, who has forgotten himself! How dare you do this to me!”

“How dare I?” The man closed in on her, taking a deep breath to dull his pain. “You come here seeking my help while offering nothing, and you expect me to put everything I have built on the line for you? For your vengeance?”

“They were our family, our friends! How can you be so callous!?”

“They were your family and your friends.” The man replied coldly. “I was always the orphan that your father took in, never the son or brother, not even a confidant! I slaved myself away as your father’s apprentice, and what did I get in return? Nothing!” *Guh!* he groaned in pain and held onto his head. “… No, that is not true. I guess I should be thankful for the skills he had imparted onto me.” A sinister smile appeared on Shiar’s face, and he reached out to caress her cheeks. Narissa quickly turned her head in disgust, but he held her jaws and forced her to look up to at him. “And now, I will have what I’ve always wanted.”

Seeing the hunger in his eyes, her body tensed up. “Please Shiar… please don’t do this!”

“It is already too late. You made your choice earlier, and I have made mine.”

“Please! This isn’t you!” She begged once more as she fought to hold back her tears.

“If I cannot have your consent as a proper woman, then I will take you like a slave.” Shiar replied, his voice devoid of any compassion. “Bring her to the cellar and lock her up with the others.”

“O-others?” Shocked, Narissa stared in horror at the person before her.

“You will learn your place soon enough.” The man smiled and turned toward the stairs.

“No! Shiar, please let me go!! Please!” She screamed, trying to break free from the vice-like grips as the guards dragged her away. “NOOO!!”

As if to answer her, the ground trembled and the house began shaking uncontrollably, throwing her to the floor. Decorative statues and large pieces of artworks furnishing the spacious hall came crashing down, and cries of alarm echoed throughout the large house. Pushing herself off the floor as the unexpected quake slowly subsided, the two men who had been holding her were on the ground in a daze, and she saw her chance for escape. Ignoring Shiar who had also fallen and was now yelling for the others to stop her, Narissa turned her aching body around and bolted toward the door.

Her eyes widened as she exited the building.
Not far away, a pillar of flame was shooting up into the sky amidst screams of panic.
Without staying to watch or waiting to be captured again, she ran.


-Earlier. In a different part of Garnikul-

A wave of mana surged through the air, irking and alerting the man from his pleasure. Like blood diluting in water, the unknown mana moved without reason or purpose, saturating the room with its presence.

Pushing the slave off, the man hurriedly sat up on the bed and looked around his chambers. “Master?” The slave questioned softly from his left side, her ecstatic face still yearning for more. “Leave me.”
“I-I’m sorry. Did I do something to displease you?” She queried, her beautiful face starting to panic. “Get out!” He shouted, unable to get rid of the uneasy feeling in his guts.

Alone in his chambers, the man listened in silence, wary and confused about the unusual happening. There were only two other mages within the town, and he knew them both; the unfamiliar and unrestrained dispersion was neither of them.
His right hand instinctively reached up to touch the cool metal ring on his necklace and strangely, it calmed him. It has been half a turn since he was last contacted by the master, and the thought of reporting the disturbance surfaced in his mind. “No.” Releasing the ring, he got off the bed and began dressing. Something so trivial did not warrant the master’s attention, and he would deal with it himself.

“My lord, are you heading out?” His guards questioned as he walked toward the gates of his establishment–magicless, it was no surprise they could not feel the mana floating about. Without answering them, he proceeded to exit the gates and they fell in around him, keeping pace with his own.
Focusing onto the source of the mysterious disturbance, he headed west through the town, moving toward the slave markets.

“Turus.” A voice called out, and he turned to see a small woman stepping out from the shadows of an inn. Though only half his size, he could sense the skilled control she had over her gift, seeing the shadows slowly coiling around her like a dress.

“Agria.” He acknowledged, and with a wave, dismissed his guards.
“Do you know who it is?” The woman enquired, stepping forth and replacing the guards beside him.
“No. Where is Rav?” Turus replied, continuing through the streets.

“Rav? That bastard should be overseeing the auctions right now.”

Turus looked ahead toward the direction of the central market—to where Rav should be. It was also there, that the unfamiliar mana was coming from. A sense of foreboding slowly crept over him, but he quickly discarded it.
Three of them together, they were the eyes and ears of the Frozen Blade within Garnikul. They were the true rulers of the town, the overseers who were chosen to safeguard the lucrative trading of human lives and its prosperity. Their abilities were second to none amongst those of their ranks within the organization, and one or two wandering mages would do little to stand against them.
“… Let us go see what this is all about.” He replied, picking up his pace.

As the two of them neared the central plaza, another wave of mana surged through the air, smashing into them both.
A chorus of screams came from ahead, and an enormous amount of mana suddenly manifested in said direction. “GRAAAAA-!!” Drowning out the screams, a bloodcurdling wail got silenced as quickly as it came.

“Rav…” Turus quietly whispered the name as cold sweat ran down his back. Catching Agria’s eyes, she was wordlessly staring back at him, looking as puzzled and alarmed as he was. Cautiously making their way toward the unknown by pushing through a horde of terrified slaves and slavers, the truth of what was happening soon came into full view.

The plaza holding the bulk of the auctions was dyed red, and a number of bodies were on the ground, lifeless and unmoving.
At the center of everything, a crimson mist stood eerily in the afternoon sun, not moving or dissipating.

Seeing one of the slavers running by, “What is going on here?!” Turus inquired, grabbing the man by the collar.

“M-my lord! He- he killed them all!! Lord Roln is in there right now, b-but I think he’s in trouble!” The man hysterically pointed to the mist.

Taking a closer look, the bodies lying on the ground were those of their own slavers and guards. “Who?! Who did this?!”

“T-the red w-wizard, my lord. He-”

“GRUAAAH!!” A burst of mana manifested in the fog, and Rav’s scream resounded through the air once again.

The slaver yelped in fear and took off without bothering to finish his words.

“T-this feeling…” Agria muttered with a petrified face, sensing the dreadful power that had materialized itself.

“It can’t be…” Turus muttered under his breaths. It was impossible for the master to be there and to be killing their own.

“What do we-” Before Agria could finish her sentence, Rav’s body shot out from the mist, flailing in the air briefly before smashing into one of the many auction stages lining the plaza.
The mist slowly condensed into millions of tiny droplets and fell to the ground, revealing a figure bathed in blood at its center. The overpowering sensation from before had vanished, and the spacious area had gone dead silent.

“The red wizard…” Turus slowly muttered.

*Huhgu! Guuuu!!!* Although seemingly dead, Rav began twitching and desperately gasping for air. The unknown assailant turned and started walking toward him.

“We have to do something!” Agria voiced anxiously, seeing that it was not the master.

Turus turned to his partner, then to the person in the plaza. The stranger was not covered in blood as he had thought, but was wearing a red cloak that seemed to shift and flow energetically with each step.
A part of him wanted to retreat, yet his pride and position immediately denied the cowardly thoughts. Looking at Rav, the man was still alive and breathing. The element of surprise was also on their side, and Agria was with him. They needed not fear anyone else besides the master, and with each rational thought, he saw their chances increasing. “Follow my lead. We attack with everything we’ve got.” Turus instructed without taking his eyes off their target.

“Asiran. Vagal Eramus.” He quietly muttered and beside him, Agria began an incantation of her own. “Artua vis fradaeas, Tinal Ures Vaile,” bringing his right arm before him, he gripped it with his left and started channeling mana into the arm. “Enaran Kusr…” His right hand curled into a fist as his mana condensed around it. “Zre enlun Emmaras Das!” Invoking the final verse, Turus slammed his fist into the ground. Alongside him, Agria had already invoked a similar spell, supplementing his magic with her own.
Mana swelled together, and commanded by his will, the power of the gods burst forth into the world.

The plaza trembled as a large fissure appeared on the ground, traveling towards their target. Merciless, the earth swallowed up the unknown mage before they could react, burying them in a prison of stone.

With the first stage complete, Turus redirected the magic onto the second phase of the attack. The ground began shaking violently, and a pillar of flame exploded outward from where the target had been buried, hurling molten rocks into the air.
Yet, something else was happening within all the destruction. “Agria!!” He shouted as mana began coalescing at the center of their eruption magic.

Noticing the same thing, Agria reached into her boot and pulled out a slim black dagger engraved with runes. With a quick incantation, she flicked the weapon upward into the air and it instantly shot toward the flames, aiming for the presence that was coming from within.
“What?!” She cried out in surprise as the dagger went against her imposed path. Instead of penetrating the burning spire, it had jerked upward and completely stopped moving.
Looking up, she spotted something in the air.
Drowned out by the spire’s burning light, an elongated silhouette with three pairs of wings was holding her dagger in its mouth. A flying beast of sort, its two silver eyes were glistening brightly against the backdrop of the flames, and its dark body was constantly distorting in the erratic light.

Catching her eyes, the beast jerked its head sideways and tossed the dagger aside before diving headfirst toward the ground. Twisting its body before slamming against the burning earth, “KRAAAAUUU!!!” A piercing roar erupted from its mouth, sending a powerful shockwave outward.

Shielding himself with a mana barrier, Turus managed to brace himself from staggering backwards. His ears still ringing from the shock, his unsteady gaze locked onto where they had combined their magic only moments ago.
It was impossible for such a small beast to have shredded the magic with a single roar, yet the fire had been extinguished and all that was left, was a wall of smoke. “?!” His thoughts froze. Amidst the smoldering veil where nothing but a crater should be, there was a lone shadow, rising out of the rubbles. With a shrill screech, the serpent dove into the smokescreen.

“Buy me some time!” Turus cried out, seeing what was happening before them. At his behest, Agria immediately stepped in front of him. Fumbling for the ring on his necklace, he began infusing mana into the object while muttering the unsealing incantation.

With a protective mana barrier already around herself, Agria invoked another spell of her own, and the shadows around them began distorting. Like a river, the mass of undulating shadows flooded over to her in a stream of darkness to swirl at her feet. With a quick command, the shadows rose up, forming a dark and transparent wall.

“What the fuck?!” Turus shouted at the lack of response from the ring. Trying to calm his hysteric mind in case he had misspoke the incantation, he began the unsealing spell once more.

“Turus!” Agria cried out sharply as a torrent of mana exploded outward toward them.

An overpowering presence manifested before them and Turus looked forward, only to see a streak of red splattering onto his clothes. A line of dark liquid began flowing down Agria’s back, and she went silent. “Agria!?” He called out, but there was no answer. Her guard was down, her shadow wall had dispersed, and he could no longer sense her protective barrier. Staring at her from behind, her upper torso slowly slid to the side and her lifelessly body crumbled to the ground. “No… this isn’t right…” He voiced in terror at the entity of blood standing before him.


Trembling and fighting to keep herself from screaming, Narissa tightly held onto her mouth while hiding behind a cage. She had thought to use the confusion and panic to her advantage, yet once again, she had made the wrong choice.

The plaza was a battlefield that was being fought by monsters, and she–in her desperate haste–had ran into the middle of it. The thunderous roar that shattered the flames had taken her hearing, and all she could do now, was cower with the slaves who were still chained to the cages.

She watched the dense smoke scatter temporarily, and her stomach turned upon seeing the female mage falling to the ground in two pieces. She felt her face draining of all colors while staring at the nightmarish creature that had emerged, and her mind screamed for her body to flee. Frozen with fear, she stared as the bloody monstrosity slowly retreated without doing anything more to the remaining mage, and someone else stepped out of the smoke.

Narissa’s body shuddered, and her mouth quivered at the sight of the young man who was calmly walking toward the older mage.

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90 Responses to Chapter 48 – Chains of Garnikul

  1. swiftfool says:

    Awesome Thanks again! 😀

  2. Darkhaert101 says:

    YES!!!!! Thank you!!!!!

  3. jasss22 says:

    Thanks for the chapter.

  4. aredaera says:

    – -> wrong dash used?


  5. ayr says:

    finally at last, i have been waiting for this new chapter.
    thank you and best regard from your fan in indonesia.

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  7. agila0212 says:

    Thank you for the new chapter 🙂

  8. The Reaper says:

    (Sorry for my bad english, it aint my native languague)

    I dont usually leave comments here beacuse I mostly read on my cellphone. And man, the service from the internet company sucks me dry. By the end of the month I almost always faint because of how much they charge me, so I try to keep it short when I use the web. But now I am on my computer so here it goes.

    I have to said that apart from the first chapters (when re-reading this story), this one here is by far the one with the lowest quality I have read in a long time in this page. I can’t explain why I have that fealing, but for me at least this chapter was like a Michael Bay film (Transformers 2) and by that I mean that this chapter is “messy as sh*t”.

    I think it’s the first time in your story that I had to read the chapter 2 times just to make sense of who is talking to who. Other than that I still like your story, I belive that your story and “Mother of Learning” are the 2 best online stories made from amateur authors.

    I just had to said it. I hope you dont get insulted by my comment I really like your story, but I don’t know maybe I had a bad day, ignore my comment if you want. Anyways keep writing this and good luck in your personal life.

    • Za1d3 says:

      None taken. Thanks for reading.

    • Miss Ruby says:

      I think this chapter was very confusing and the explanations were quite vague… i had to read it thrice. Still dont get a few details but get the scenario

    • Anonymous says:

      This is one of those chapters that introduce too much setting at once. I’m sure if you read chapters 49-50 something in one go, it’ll be a lot better.

    • epitar01 says:

      i think what confused you is the flow of the story from previous chapter, you can take this chapter as an intro to a new story line about what happened to Narcissa after her last contact with Kaidus, I’m assuming her family had fallen to some degree, the adopted child took over the household and now wants to force himself to mate with Narcissa.

  9. Daniel says:

    Short thank you for the chapter

  10. Leafyeyes417 says:

    I can see why it was somewhat hard to write this chapter. I really liked the fact that you used Zirus (That is the Drakall’s name right? Forgive me, I’m really tired right now…) in the battle, but I’m worried it might help Tahlrus figure out who he is later on…

    Thanks for the chapter!

  11. Greenfish106 says:

    Out of curiosity, is Kaidus either holding back to an absurd degree, or in a stage before some kind of, “awakening”? The sheer level of power you introduce Kaidus with in the prologue and chapter one should serve to make every foe he has encountered thus far utterly helpless, yet Kaidus seems to be required to enact some modicum of effort into dispatching his foes. While Kaidus’s foes are certainly dispatched with great ease, their defeats are not quite the exercise in fly-swatting one would expect from a character whose power has previously been shown capable of annihilating thousands of soldiers and mages far beyond the modern standard of this world. In reiteration, due to this disparity in observed levels of power, and the fact that Kaidus’s power has been growing exponentially along with his age, are we going to see some kind of, “full unlocking” upon Kaidus reaching maturity, or is Kaidus merely toying with metaphorical mice?

    • 月儿 says:

      He’s still too young (his body) for him to unleash his full power. It is stated in Chapter 19 in Volume 2.

      Here’s the quote: “For too long, his power had been locked behind a body that could not withstand it. But slowly and surely, the shackles were coming off.”

    • InoeI says:

      his full power has still not awakened. It was said before he made this journey to destroy the talrus as well as other purposes, that his body was still not at the optimum state.

    • Anonymous says:

      Note that Kaidus has been trying to get the incantation to unseal the communication rings, that might be the reason why he is toying with is opponents.

  12. anon says:

    I’m fine with the time intervals between chapters, but I feel there should be a note at the beginning saying that these are all new characters, otherwise you get confused as to whether you’re supposed to know who’s who.

  13. Mincheriit says:

    Sweet~ thanks for the chapter, loving it as always

  14. Anonymous says:

    not all of them were new characters, Narissa was the only old one

  15. soo cooooollll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tnx for the chap..

  16. a says:

    at long last tx for chapter

  17. Durlek says:

    Hey, thanks for the chapter. Its been a while since i’ve been reading FC. So I cannot for the life of me remember who Narissa is. Cannot find her in Characters page either. Care to enlighten me from my goldfish state? xD

    • Durlek says:

      For those who were wondering aswell.

      After inspecting the comments on Royalroadl, I have found the chapters she appears in, that the author was kind enough to provide! B2 chapters 23-25. She is the captain of the smuggling ship Kaidus used to get to this continent.

      *tingling feeling* Cant wait to read the next segments! Moar I say! MOAR! xD

      • calavente says:

        another way to get the information is to use the search line in the website… I did that and got to the smuggler ship captain.

        but when I tried for Shiar… it failed : proof that he was a new character 😀

    • Za1d3 says:

      Chapter 23 – Aristolk

  18. kuroneko25 says:

    Thanks for the chapter =^^=

  19. Reus says:

    Thanks for the chapter 😃

  20. dillsimmons says:

    Thanks for the chapter!

  21. Bal says:

    You G0D!! Thanks for the chapter!!

  22. Weedisdaboss says:

    Thanks for the chapter and i liked all the action over the place, feld like GoT chapter lol

  23. WinterRED says:


  24. Saphired says:

    thanks for the chapter. It was too short or mabey i enjoyed it so much it just felt that way. And i really enjoyed the change in point of view. So the girl is the captain from the ship? Thx again for the chapter.

  25. Aero Slayer says:

    can we expect the next chapter came within next week?

  26. superchromat says:

    you change POVs too often. I dont mind it but it breaks the full immersion we get from someones perspective.
    At least you handle the switch quite nicely
    Btw I wished you would do some more world-building : > kthx

  27. AL says:

    I REALLY LOVE your writing style, I’m so easily immersed in it. I don’t know about the others, but I’m following the chapter pretty well. However, the readers are just thrust into the story, we don’t get any background or connection with earlier chapters except for a few familiar names.

    I enjoyed this WAY TOO MUCH, but it felt more like a prologue to another part of the saga rather than a continuation on previous chapters. Is Part 3 close at hand?

    Anyway, GREAT CHAPTER! You definitely have a gift for this.

  28. Stan says:

    Updates take a long time so I’m beginning to forget who some of the characters are. Can you create some sort of glossary/character page?

  29. Saris says:

    Pretty sure you meant plaits not plates

  30. Moarprease says:

    Really living up to the “Forgotten” in the title lol

  31. Anonymous says:

    I have read a few hundred fantasy books and for me this story is up there with the top 5%.
    Never know one could find souch gems online, however rare they are.

  32. lozlo says:

    Just stopping in to see what was going on. Hope everything is well and that whatever has you busy you won’t give up on this story.
    It’s a great story in my opinion, and it would be a shame if you quit. Even if it takes you months or longer to release. This and “Don’t fear the Reaper” are the only reason I even care exists… And I think the author for that one might have quit. T_T
    Anyway. Thanks for the story thus far, and I hope everything is okay.

  33. Bipook says:

    Thank you.


  34. Anonymous says:

    dude i just wanna say i luv your work, sad that now i must w8 till next chapter, i will w8 patientlly untill u finish . may the writing god be with u 🙂

  35. Remains says:

    lastima que este abandonado :’c

  36. ZaX says:

    He’s a total nightmare. Thanks for the chapter

  37. Lord. fappington says:

    Well, it seems that he was a victim in a recent terrorist attack.

    It seems like we won’t be getting any more chapters…

  38. Stan says:

    Ugh, updates plzzz. Whole month….

  39. Anonymous says:

    Still alive mate?

  40. jusinta says:

    Ok; Apparently, every author I get attached to thinks giving their fan base updates/notices is to much of a commitment. #feelsbadman

    • Ascherit says:

      Happens with the best of ’em.
      I hopped onto Xianxia instead. Easy way to enjoy online literature.
      Especially ISSTH.

      • jusinta says:

        Life is tidous enough; I’m not going to wade through a billion chapters of character development. I’ll stick to my self-fulfilling stories.

        • Mbknight says:

          honestly, 3 different author’s or translator’s have ghosted without word. I dont mind breaks and I know they have real lives. but months without anything? I think its poor maintenance of their fan base. Its not that they have to release chapters every day. but if they build up a following, its normal to expect they keep us posted on their lives at least once a month. I rarely care about their personal lives, but knowing they are doing something is better than a site with no update for months at a time.

        • kczz15 says:

          I’ll recommend you a few, though you may already read them. The cream of the crop (in no particular order) are:
          Mother of Learning
          Transcending the Nine Heavens
          Coiling Dragon
          Warlock of the Magus World
          Dungeon Defense

          I can promise you wouldn’t have a bad time sticking with any of those.

  41. link is wrong .. “”

  42. Anonymous says:

    Uhh I’ve forgotten conqueror do’t com anymore… sad.

  43. Garry Robert Rowland says:

    And no-one ever lived happily thereafter. The end?

  44. Anonymous says:

    Where is next chapter?

  45. Hamish says:

    will this ever continue? i hope the author is safe

  46. Anonymous says:

    I hope he will just make the novel drop announcment. A person who dissapers repeatedly like him clearly has no motivation to continue his work. I am really dissapointed in the Author lack of dignity.
    making an announcment takes a few seconds but clearly to him the readers are not even worth a few seconds of his time

  47. Concern says:

    Is the author alive?!

  48. The_Frox_TCxT says:

    q pajo 😀

  49. Calcu Later says:

    Everyone talking about messy plot and hard yo understand and here I am understanding it on the first read…?

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