Chapter 49: Chapter 48: The Son’s Duty

The warning message on the screen pulsed with a rhythmic, damning red light.

> MANA SIPHON ACTIVE: SOURCE – ARCH-MAGE TOWER.

In the silence of the Undercity Core Room, the truth hung heavier than the millions of tons of rock above their heads.

Julian van Thorne sat on the metal grating of the bridge. He wasn’t crying. He was staring at his hands—hands that had been trained by the very man who was currently risking the world for power.

“He taught me,” Julian whispered, his voice cracking. “He taught me that magic requires balance. ’You take from the stream, you give back to the ocean.’ That was his first lesson.”

Arthur stood over him. He didn’t offer a platitude. He didn’t say, “It’s okay.”

“He lied,” Arthur said flatly. “Or maybe he changed. It doesn’t matter, Julian. The data is clear. He is draining the grid. That makes him the blockage.”

“Why?” Vivian asked, gripping the railing. “He is the Arch-Mage. He already has everything. Power, money, respect. What more does he need?”

“Immortality?” Zack suggested nervously. “Godhood?”

“Fear,” Arthur corrected. “He saw the system failing ten years ago. He ignored the warnings because he didn’t understand them. When he realized the collapse was inevitable, he didn’t try to fix it. He tried to build a lifeboat.”

Arthur tapped the screen.

“He’s hoarding the mana to create a Personal Shield. When the rest of the world burns in 25 days, his tower will be the only thing left standing.”

Julian stood up. His face had hardened. The boy who complained about camping, who whined about grease, was gone.

“He isn’t going to hide,” Julian said, checking the charge on his Sun-Lance Rifle. “Because I am going to stop him.”

“We,” Arthur corrected. “We are going to stop him.”

…

They grabbed the Class-C Core from the console (leaving the pump running on its internal emergency power) and ran back to the train.

The ride back to the elevator was silent. The wonder of the Undercity was gone; now, it just looked like a graveyard.

They reached the elevator shaft. Arthur slotted the core into the panel.

WHIRRR.

The platform groaned and began to rise.

“Listen,” Arthur said as they ascended through the darkness. “The element of surprise is gone. The moment I flushed the system, the Arch-Mage would have seen his siphon drop. He knows someone is in the basement.”

“He’ll have the Guard waiting,” Vivian said, drawing her rapier.

“No,” Julian shook his head. “He won’t trust the Guards with this. If they find out he’s the villain, they’ll turn on him. He will send his personal constructs. Or he will face us himself.”

The elevator slammed into the ceiling of the shaft—the sub-basement of the Royal Museum.

Arthur held the Black Keycard.

“Weapons ready,” Arthur ordered. “Breach on three.”

“One… Two… Three.”

HISSS.

The blast door slid open.

The Ambush

They stepped out into the museum storage room.

It was empty.

“Clear,” Vivian whispered, sweeping the room.

“Too clear,” Arthur frowned. “Where are the museum guards?”

They walked up the stairs to the main floor of the museum.

The lobby was filled with shattered glass. The artifacts—pottery, swords, and statues—were smashed on the floor.

Standing in the center of the room were five figures.

They weren’t human. They were Obsidian Golems—sleek, black, humanoid constructs radiating violet mana.

[Threat: Shadow-Guard.] [Owner: Arch-Mage Valerius.] [Orders: Eliminate Witnesses.]

And behind them stood a man.

He wasn’t the Archmage. He was tall and thin, and wore the grey robes of the Royal Chancellor.

“Students,” the Chancellor smiled thinly. “The Arch-Mage suspected rats in the cellar. He is… busy. So he sent me to take out the trash.”

“Chancellor Gareth,” Julian stepped forward, leveling his rifle. “Step aside. My father is committing treason.”

“Your father is saving the worthy,” Gareth corrected. “The world is dying, boy. We are simply ensuring the best of us survive to rebuild it.”

Gareth snapped his fingers.

“Kill them.”

The five Golems lunged.

The Skirmish

“Scatter!” Arthur yelled.

Zack dove behind a display case of ancient pottery. Vivian slid across the polished floor, ducking under a Golem’s stone fist.

“Julian! Focus fire!” Arthur shouted, pulling out a Flash-Bang Grenade (a glass sphere filled with magnesium powder and a fire rune).

Arthur threw the orb.

BANG.

Blinding white light filled the museum. The Golems didn’t flinch—they didn’t have eyes. They sensed mana.

One Golem charged Arthur.

“Zack! Gravity Well!” Arthur commanded.

Zack popped up from behind the pottery. He cast a spell from his wand. A purple sphere of heavy gravity hit the floor in front of the Golem.

The Golem stumbled, its leg pinned to the floor by the intense weight.

Arthur didn’t run away. He ran at the Golem. He slapped a small metal disc onto its chest.

[Item: Breaching Charge.]

Arthur dove away.

BOOM.

The shaped charge blew a hole in the obsidian chest. The Golem crumbled.

“One down!” Arthur yelled. “Four to go!”

Vivian was dancing with two Golems at once. Her rapier was useless against their stone skin.

“Arthur! I can’t cut them!” Vivian screamed, dodging a smash that cracked the marble floor.

“Use the environment!” Arthur pointed to the ceiling.

Above the Golems hung a massive, fossilized skeleton of a Sky-Whale, suspended by chains.

Vivian saw it. She didn’t attack the Golems. She threw her hammer at the chain mount on the wall.

CLANG.

The pin snapped.

The massive bone skeleton crashed down.

CRASH.

Two Golems were buried under tons of ancient bone. They struggled, pinned.

“Julian!” Arthur yelled. “The Chancellor!”

Julian stood in the center of the room. He ignored the Golems. He looked at Gareth.

Gareth was preparing a spell—a massive green ball of acid.

“You are a disappointment, Julian!” Gareth sneered. “Just like your mother! Weak!”

Julian didn’t flinch. He raised the Sun-Lance. The sapphire lens glowed blindingly blue.

“I am not weak,” Julian said softly. “I am efficient.”

He pulled the trigger.

ZAP.

The laser beam cut through the air. It hit Gareth’s staff, slicing it in half. The acid spell imploded in Gareth’s face.

“ARGH!” Gareth screamed, falling back, clutching his burned hands.

The remaining two Golems stopped. With the controller incapacitated, they defaulted to standby.

…

Arthur walked over to Gareth, who was writhing on the floor. Arthur kicked the broken staff away.

“Where is he?” Arthur asked coldly.

“The Tower…” Gareth wheezed. “He’s initiating the Final Siphon. You’re too late. The ritual… has started.”

Arthur looked out the museum window.

In the center of the city, the Arch-Mage’s Tower—a spire of white stone—was glowing.

Not with the gentle light of protection. But with a violent, swirling vortex of stolen mana. The sky above it was turning black. Lightning struck the tower repeatedly.

“He’s pulling everything,” Arthur realized. “He’s draining the Ley Lines dry to charge his shield. If he finishes the ritual, the pressure in the rest of the world will drop to zero. The ecosystem will collapse instantly.”

“We have to go,” Julian said, stepping over the debris. “Now.”

They ran out of the museum and into the street.

The city was in panic. The ground was shaking. The sky was dark. People were screaming, running for shelter.

“Arthur,” Vivian panted. “The Tower is a fortress. It has shields and guards. We can’t just walk in.”

Arthur looked at the chaos. He looked at the Tower, surrounded by a shimmering blue force field.

“We need a siege engine,” Arthur said. “We need something heavy enough to break that shield.”

“The Car!” Zack shouted. “The Cruiser!”

“It’s outside the city!” Vivian cried. “In the woods! It will take too long to get it!”

“No,” Arthur pulled out his iScroll. “It won’t.”

He tapped the screen.

[Remote Access: PENDELTON CRUISER.] [Command: SUMMON.]

“You added a summon feature?” Julian asked, eyes wide.

“I added a Homing Beacon,” Arthur corrected. “It drives itself to my location. I just hope the Autopilot doesn’t hit too many fruit stands.”

Arthur looked at the Tower.

“We wait here,” Arthur said. “When the tank arrives… we knock on the front door.”

End of Chapter 48

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