Chương 32: Radiant Warden

The notification burned at the edge of James's vision like a brand just as he felt his body shut down from exhaustion and he collapsed. Hero's Benediction The words hovered for a heartbeat that felt far too long. He knew what they meant. Or at least, he understood enough. Bless a chosen villager. Elevate them into a Hero. Double attributes. Fear resistance. All those neat, clean little lines of text meant one very real thing in the here and now. Someone might live. Or they might all die if he hesitated.

The Earth Elemental dragged itself forward with the sound of a mountain grinding over stone. Each step sent a dull shudder through the ruined chamber, dislodging dust from broken rafters and ancient carvings. Its body was cracked from their earlier attacks, chunks of stone and twisted ore hanging off its torso, but it was still enormous, still radiating weight and pressure. Steam and mana haze leaked from fractures like breath from a beast's ribs. It was coming for them.

James's own breath was shallow and sharp, as if someone had tied a belt around his lungs. His chest hurt with every inhale. His limbs trembled from mana overuse, from strain and fear and the bruises he hadn't had time to catalogue. His mana pool felt like an empty well, scraped so thoroughly that even the stone lining it hurt. He turned his head, vision swimming, and found Rogan. The big man was on his hands and knees, trying for another doomed rise. Blood smeared the stone beneath him where he had fallen earlier.

His arms shook violently under his own weight. Every time he tried to push, his muscles spasmed and he slumped back with a grunt that sounded more like anger than pain, because pain was a given and anger was all he had left to express. Rogan lifted his head and met James's eyes. There was stubborn fire there still, even in the middle of exhaustion. He would keep trying until his body simply refused, and that might be in the next thirty seconds.

Irla knelt a few paces away, hands braced on the stone, shoulders quivering. Her skin shone with sweat and the fading memory of magic. She had been burning mana nonstop just to keep Rogan standing, to keep Maude breathing, to keep Kerrin from collapsing mid-strike. Kerrin now lay twisted on the ground, his right side a nightmare of angles and blood. Maude had not moved since the Elemental's earlier blow had hurled her into a wall.

Bren was crouched in front of her, hands bloody where he had dragged her out of the way, his expression tight with panic and the fragile relief of still seeing her chest rise and fall. James understood, in a detached, almost academic way, that using this ability might kill him. It might rip something essential out of his. His mana pool was not simply low; it was a hair away from nothing. There was no safe reserve left. This was borrowing with interest from parts of himself that had never been meant as currency.

He also knew that if the Elemental reached them in the next few breaths, they were finished. Rogan would die first, trying to stand. Then probably Irla, too exhausted to flee. Then Kerrin and Maude where they lay, easy targets for crushing stone fists. Bren would throw himself at it and be swept aside. James himself might get to watch for a second before being ground into paste. He knew all that.

Then he looked at Rogan again, at the man who had stood between the tribe and everything trying to eat them since the first day James had arrived. The man who took hits like a wall and never once complained about the bruises afterward.

"Of course it's you," James muttered, voice raw.

"Big idiot." He dragged his knee forward, then his other one, scraping his palms on the stone as he crawled. Every movement hurt. His muscles cramped, his head rang, and his stomach rolled with nausea. His vision blurred at the edges, but he kept going, dragging himself relentlessly toward Rogan. The Elemental took another step. The chamber shook. James reached Rogan's side and nearly toppled onto him. He had to brace his hand on Rogan's shoulder just to keep from pitching face-first into the ground.

His fingers left smears of his own blood and dust on the man's torn tunic. Rogan tried to speak, but it came out as a hoarse growl.

"Chieftain… stay back." James ignored him. He swallowed, throat painfully dry, and whispered, "Hero's Benediction." The ability accepted the choice without flourish. James felt something inside him twist. It ran deeper than mana, a hidden thread drawn tight somewhere beneath breath and bone. Then his hand flared with light. A ripple of gold started beneath his palm and sank into Rogan's flesh as if poured into a vessel.

The glow was warm at first, seeping through skin and muscle like sunlight filtering into cold water. It spread along Rogan's shoulders, down his back, across his chest. Then it pulsed, once, twice, with growing intensity. James's vision whitened at the edges. Through it, he felt something small and green reach for him. Young, hesitant, frightened, maybe, but determined in the fragile way of a hand offering help before it knew how much help would cost. Strength flowed into him.

Mana followed, thin at first, then steadier, enough to keep him going, enough to keep the ability from collapsing in his hands. Then the green presence withdrew, spent and trembling, leaving behind the faint impression of something that had given everything it could. The golden light exploded outward. He was thrown backward by the force of it, scrabbling blindly at the ground as heat and radiance washed over him. Dust billowed in a wide arc. Shattered pebbles skittered away.

The entire chamber bloomed with light so bright that even the Elemental seemed to hesitate, its molten eyes narrowing as if in surprise. James landed on his back, knocking what breath he had left from his lungs. His entire body seized in protest. His fingers cramped. His jaw clenched as if trying to hold something in. For a moment, all he could feel was emptiness, as if everything inside him had been scooped out. Lumen drifted down, dimmer still, its faint glow nearly swallowed by the golden storm.

James felt the familiar shudder through their bond, a wordless ache that mirrored his own. Lumen's very presence trembled, like something fragile stretched beyond its limit. The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. He tried to suck in air and coughed. His lungs felt tight, as though someone had filled them with stone dust. His mana had burned away with the new ability, leaving a strange, aching hollowness behind. Tired would have been easier to understand.

This felt emptier than that, like standing in a house after all the furniture had been carried out, aware of every bare wall and every space where something useful used to be. He turned his head with effort, blinking through the fading glare. Rogan was standing. Or at least, the person in the exact spot where Rogan had been was standing. The man had always been large, broad-shouldered and thick as a tree trunk, but now he looked like a statue carved for some heroic legend. His body had doubled in size.

Muscles bunched beneath his skin in dense, corded layers that glowed faintly with internal light. His skin had taken on a bronzed sheen, as if he had stepped from a forge instead of being born. His hair had changed from its usual dark, sweat-matted mess to a mane of metallic gold. It shimmered even in the dim cavern, strands catching invisible light with every breathing movement. And his eyes... James had to stare for a moment to truly understand what he was seeing. Rogan's eyes had changed completely.

The whites, pupils, and familiar irises were gone, replaced by solid orbs of molten gold. They burned bright and steady in his face, radiating heat, control, and a calm fury that made James's breath catch. Looking at them felt like staring into twin suns. His instincts told him to look away. He could not. Cracks along Rogan's skin, where earlier blows had broken flesh and bone, sealed partially, leaving jagged lines of scar tissue that glowed faintly before dimming.

The wounds did not vanish completely, but they stopped bleeding, and the man's breathing deepened, growing steadier and more powerful. Around him, five golden shields of light bloomed into existence. They appeared with a low humming sound, each one forming as a flat, slightly convex disc, edged in sharp angular patterns. They radiated a golden hue that made the dust motes in the air shimmer. The shields began to orbit Rogan, circling him in a slow, deliberate pattern like planets moving around a star.

A faint echo of a notification blinked past James's vision, almost too fast to read. Class Evolution: Hearthwarden → Radiant Warden Ability Unlocked — Sunshard Bastion James would have laughed if he'd had the energy. Of course it was something called Radiant Warden. Of course the big stubborn idiot now had a personal solar system of shields. The Earth Elemental took another thunderous step. Its damaged torso shed chunks of stone and ore with every movement.

The golden eyes narrowed, focusing on Rogan's newly blazing presence. Mana pressure swelled like a storm gathering. Rogan lifted his head slowly. When he spoke, his voice was deeper, layered, as if his own words were being harmonized with another, distant echo.

"Stay behind me," he said. The party didn't need telling twice. The Elemental swung first. Its arm swept down in a brutal arc, the massive limb trailing dust and small rocks. The air displaced by the strike pressed against James's skin. Before, that blow had been enough to send Rogan skidding across the floor, even when he had braced with all his might and Irla had been pouring healing into him. Now, one of the golden shields slid into place with smooth, almost lazy precision.

The impact rang through the chamber like a temple bell. Sparks erupted where stone met light. The shield flared but did not crack. Rogan did not even take a step backward. His feet were planted firmly on the ground, his posture relaxed and assured, as if the attack had been little more than a hard shove. The shield drifted back into its orbit, and another shifted subtly into place, ready to intercept the next attack. Irla stared, chest heaving, eyes wide.

Bren's jaw had dropped slightly, his face streaked with dust and blood. Maude, half-propped against a chunk of broken wall, watched with glassy disbelief. Even through the fog of pain, Kerrin's eyelids fluttered, just enough to catch a glimpse of the impossible sight. Rogan inhaled slowly. Light pulsed beneath his skin, traveling down his arms and into his hands. The Earth Elemental raised both arms this time, bringing them down in a brutal double-fist strike aimed squarely at Rogan's head.

Three of the shields rushed together, forming a thicker barrier above him. The blow landed with enough force to crack the stone floor under Rogan's feet, sending fissures racing outward, but the shields did not break. Energy bled off in a shower of sparks and scattered mana. Rogan stepped forward through the fading dust. One of the shields broke off from the orbit and hovered near his hand. It reshaped slightly, edges sharpening, glow intensifying. Rogan made a short, pushing motion.

The shield responded like a thrown weapon. It shot forward with a hiss, leaving a comet-like trail behind it. When it collided with the Elemental's chest, the impact was not merely physical. Golden light burrowed into stone and ore, exploding outward from within. Chunks of the Elemental's torso flew in all directions, clanging against the ground and walls. A spray of shattered rock rained over the battlefield. The Elemental staggered.

A horrible grinding roar vibrated through the chamber, like mountains screaming against each other. For the first time, it tried to retreat. Its massive foot dragged backward, carving a trench in the dusty floor. It twisted, as if trying to turn away from Rogan and lumber toward the far side of the chamber, perhaps hoping to burrow back into the earth or flee toward some deeper tunnel. Rogan did not let it. He moved with a deliberate, implacable stride, radiance flaring with each step.

The remaining shields circled him in quickening orbits, their trails of light streaking around his body. When the Elemental swung an arm to the side in a clumsy, desperate attempt to clear space, a shield intercepted, deflecting the blow effortlessly and sending chips of ore flying.

"Face me," Rogan said. His tone carried that same doubled quality, his words echoing off the walls.

"You will not reach them." The Elemental turned back toward him, as if compelled by some old rule of battle or by the sheer challenge in Rogan's aura. Molten gold flared in its eye-slits. It charged, the ground shaking with each thunderous step. Rogan met it head-on. The second shield launched. It slammed into what remained of the Elemental's shoulder, detonating in a burst of light that blew the stone limb apart. The creature's massive arm spun away, crashing to the ground and breaking into fragments.

A third shield followed almost immediately, striking lower, where ore and stone met in a dense core. This explosion exposed glowing veins of mana-infused minerals, bright lines streaking through the Elemental's body like cracked glass lit from within. The creature's grinding roar rose to a frantic pitch. It lurched forward unsteadily, off-balance, cracks spreading through its torso. Rogan advanced calmly through the flying debris, golden eyes unwavering.

The fourth shield rotated faster and faster, then blurred, transforming into a streak of condensed light as Rogan gestured sharply. It crashed into the Elemental's midsection, tearing through the already damaged core. The explosion tore a hole clean through, leaving the creature's upper body precariously attached to its lower half by only a few stubborn pillars of fused stone. The Elemental tried to brace itself.

It raised its remaining arm, perhaps to strike or perhaps simply to cling to some semblance of stability. Rogan lifted his hand one last time. The fifth shield appeared above his palm, brighter than all the others had been, its light almost painful to look at. It spun slowly, humming with compressed power. The air around it vibrated, as though the mana in the chamber was recoiling from its density.

"For the village," Rogan said quietly.

"For my family." He thrust his hand forward. The final shield streaked across the chamber, leaving a glowing path in its wake. It embedded itself in the heart of the Elemental's chest and detonated with the force of a collapsing star. Light and sound hammered through the air. Stone and ore erupted outward in a storm of shrapnel. James flinched, turning his face away. Dust and tiny fragments of rock pelted his skin. The roaring sound devoured everything for several long seconds.

When the glare faded and the echoes finally died, the Earth Elemental was gone. What remained of it lay scattered across the chamber in broken, smoking heaps. Its core had been reduced to a crater in the stone, lined with cracked, still-glowing mineral veins that slowly dimmed. The oppressive mana-pressure in the room lessened, becoming a dull ache instead of a crushing weight.