Chương 165: Chapter 164 - Exchanges

Lucid felt the gaze before he understood what it meant. A weight settled over him. Cold. Specific. The particular attention of someone who had decided he was worth examining closely. He looked up from where he and Arthur stood in the plaza. Found Celeste on the stage. Found her eyes already locked on his. Staring with the intensity of someone solving a puzzle they had been working on for days. A chill ran down his spine. Not from temperature. From recognition that something was wrong.

That this moment had been arranged. That he had walked into a trap without knowing it.

'Why is she looking at me? What does she want?' Arthur noticed. His hand moved closer to his sword hilt. Not drawing. Just ready. Celeste's voice carried across the ground where the crowd was. Professional. Measured. The tone of someone who spoke to crowds regularly and knew how to project authority.

"The Congregation has been operating in Port Vexis for months. Claiming they seek justice. Claiming they oppose corruption. But what they actually seek is chaos. Power. Control over a city that does not want them." Murmurs rippled through the gathered crowd. Agreement. Anger. Fear. The normal sounds of people who had opinions about things beyond their control.

"House Maren has been funding them. Providing resources. Using cultist violence to further their own economic interests. They thought I would not notice. They thought the magistrate's office was too corrupt to care." She paused. Let the words settle.

"They were wrong." More murmurs. Louder now. The crowd was engaged. Listening.

"And then there is the matter of the relic. The object that has caused so much bloodshed. So much suffering. House Maren claims it was stolen. The Congregation claims it was theirs by right. Both are lying." Lucid's attention sharpened. The relic. Everyone kept talking about the relic. The thing he was supposed to stop cultists from obtaining. The thing that seemed to be at the center of everything happening in Port Vexis.

'What does she know about it? What is she planning to do?' Celeste's eyes had not left Lucid. Even as she spoke to the crowd her gaze remained fixed. Unwavering. Wrong in ways he could not articulate.

"The relic is now under proper authority. Secured. Protected. No more violence will be tolerated in pursuit of it. No more innocent blood will be spilled." The crowd erupted into applause. Relief. Hope. The sound of people who wanted to believe order would be restored. Everything seemed normal. A magistrate making announcements. A crowd responding. The usual theater of civic authority. Then Celeste smiled. A small smile. Directed at Lucid specifically. And everything stopped. The applause cut off mid sound.

People froze mid clap. A child jumping froze in the air. A bird overhead hung motionless against sky that had turned wrong. Lucid's breath caught. He turned his head. Found Arthur frozen beside him. Mouth open. Hand on sword hilt. Eyes fixed on the stage. Perfectly still.

'What is this? What happened? Why can I still move?' He looked around the plaza. Every person frozen. Every bird. Every leaf that had been falling. All suspended. Like time itself had paused. The sky above was no longer blue. It was golden. The color of honey and sunlight mixed. And spanning across it, visible for the first time, was a tree. Massive. Impossibly large. Its trunk was wider than buildings. Its branches spread across the entire sky. Reaching from horizon to horizon.

Leaves made of what looked like woven gold. Roots that descended from clouds and disappeared into ground that was no longer Port Vexis cobblestones but something else. Something older. This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it'Where am I? What is this place?' Celeste descended from the stage. Each step deliberate. She moved through the frozen crowd like walking through a garden of statues. Her robes flowed normally. The only movement in a world of stillness.

She walked closer to Lucid. Each step bringing that cold presence with her. The air around her felt wrong. Thin. Like atmosphere was being displaced by something that did not belong. Lucid tried to back away. Found his feet would not move. His body was locked. Only his eyes could track her approach. Only his breathing continued. Everything else was frozen.

'No no no. Move! I need to move!' Celeste stopped five feet away. Extended her hand toward him. Palm up. Fingers spread. She smiled. Wicked. Knowing.

"You can still move your mind. Still think. Still understand what is happening to you." Her voice was gentle. Almost kind.

"That is more than most manage in the Domain of Mercyros."

'Domain? What domain? What is she talking about?' Lucid summoned the Chain of Heart. Called on the power that should respond instantly. The golden white light that erupted from his chest and gave him strength. The chain manifested. Shot forward. Pierced through Celeste's extended hand. She gasped. Stumbled back. Her composure shattered. Blood welled from the wound. Black blood. Wrong blood. It dripped to the ground and hissed where it landed.

"How could this be? Power is prohibited! No fate essence functions in the Domain! How are you using it?" Lucid felt triumph for exactly two seconds. Then his chest exploded with pain. Not external. Internal. Deep. Fundamental. Like something inside him was tearing itself apart. He tasted copper. Felt warmth in his mouth. Looked down and saw blood on his lips.

'No. Not this. Not now. Not the illness again.' He collapsed to his knees. The chain dissolved. His vision blurred. More blood came up. Splattered on the golden ground that was not cobblestones anymore.

'I almost forgot. The healing does not work on this. Alice cannot fix whatever is wrong inside me. I can survive wounds but this thing is killing me slowly.' Celeste straightened. Her wound closed as he watched. The black blood evaporated. Her hand was whole again. Unmarked. She looked at him kneeling in his own blood and grinned.

"Well. It would seem it was just blind luck. A fluke. One moment of power before your body gave out." She stepped closer. Towered over him.

"Now. Surrender your thread of fate to me. By losing to me." Golden white threads materialized in the air. Hundreds of them. Thousands. They moved like living things. Wove through space. Wrapped around Lucid's waist. Climbed up to his shoulders. Tightened. They looked familiar. Felt familiar. Like the white-haired girl. Like Alice. Like something connected to the deity that lived inside him.

'What the hell is this?' Lucid tried to speak. His mouth would not work properly. Blood and pain made words impossible. Celeste raised her hand. Something materialized beside her. A painting. Large. Ornate. Depicting a landscape bathed in golden light. The same golden light that filled the sky above them now.

"I shall place on the line the Painting of the Golden Hour. Currently in my possession. Worth more than this entire city combined." The painting hung in the air. Rotating slowly. Showing its worth. Its beauty. Its impossible value. Lucid looked up at it. Looked back at Celeste. Tried to understand what was happening.

'What is she doing? What does she want from me?' A sound filled the air. Rhythmic. Mechanical. The ticking of a clock. But massive. Loud. Each tick resonated in his chest. Each tock shook the ground. Tick. Tick. Tick. Small chains materialized. Thin. Delicate. They wrapped around Lucid's throat. Wrapped around Celeste's throat. Connected them. Bound them. The chains tightened. Then shattered. Broke into fragments that dissolved into nothing. A voice spoke. No source. No direction.

Just words appearing in the air itself. In his mind. Everywhere and nowhere.

"Surrender an object for exchange of equal value."

'No. This cannot be. What is this?' Lucid thought frantically. Tried to understand the rules of whatever was happening. Tried to find a way out.

'She wants something from me. Something I have. Something worth trading for that painting.' He thought about his possessions. The ring in his pocket. Worthless. Bought for seven gold coins from a scammer. The Mark of the Transcendence on his wrist. Given by the queen. Not his to trade. His clothes. His boots. Nothing of value. Nothing worth a painting that could buy a city.

'What do I have that she wants? Why is she doing this?' Celeste watched him with that twisted smile. Waiting. Patient. Like she knew exactly what he was thinking. Exactly what options he had. Exactly how this would end. The golden threads tightened around him. The clock kept ticking. The voice waited for response. And Lucid knelt in his own blood. Powerless. Trapped. Facing a contract he did not understand with a woman who had frozen time itself. The tree above spread its golden branches across impossible sky.

And somewhere in the frozen city a boy with yellow curls walked through chaos carrying coins and schemes. But Lucid could not see that. Could not know that. Could only kneel and bleed and try to survive one more impossible moment in a city that seemed designed to destroy anyone foolish enough to think they could win. The ticking continued. The contract waited. And Celeste smiled.