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WILL, WE WERE TAUGHT OVER and over at the academy, is a gift. Not just in the sense that it is something good and wondrous, but that it is literally a gift: it can only ever be given, never taken. Another of the great lies of the Hierarchy. Possibly their greatest. And yet, perhaps, also their greatest truth. Like any power, it can be coerced. Fought for. Demanded. Requested under false pretences. But in the end, it is always the giving that is the important part. It can be reluctant. It can be because it is expected, pressured. It can even be a last resort against death itself.
A lantern on the table in its centre illuminates three strange banners on the wall—one white, one blue, and one red—each embroidered with angular patterns, dense designs that seem almost complementary yet don’t quite fit together.
She would have attended the Academy next cycle, if we were still intending to send our best.”
“It was a mendax animus test.”
“It will return in time, as you learn to look for it. Assuming all remains well in Luceum.” He sighs. “It’s not necessary, but it is an excellent counterpart to an ability you have called Adoption. Adoption allows you to take control of any Will imbued into something, no matter who imbued it.”
Have you seen the way the Aurora Columnae glow so brightly? Time is running out.”
“My problem is that I don’t trust you. Not even slightly.” “Your brother did.” “And now he’s dead.”
‘Improvement is not a destination,’
WILL CAN BE USED BY the one to whom it is given, and them alone.
“Adoption.” The ability to not only sense other people’s imbued Will, but to take it.
strength of Will to me.
“Last I heard, he was researching tales of the Otherworld. Of Dia Oiche, the dark god who came from there thousands of years ago and supposedly still hides among us.
I finally wrench my gaze past Duodecim’s hulking form to see a man manacled to a slab that looks uncomfortably like a Sapper.
COMPETITIVENESS, YSABEL ONCE QUOTED PRIMLY as I celebrated beating her at Foundation, is insecurity in action.
“I mean it. I’ll contact you,” he murmurs, and I feel the weight of a stylus drop into my pocket. He steps back. “Stronger together, Vis.” “Stronger together.”
I have to talk to Veridius.
“These iunctii appear to be from not long after the Rending,” I mutter suddenly. At my side, Ahmose twitches uneasily. “What?” “I…” I blink. Brow furrowed. “I don’t know. Sorry. Lost in thought.” There was more there, too, for a second. Gone now. A strange phrase to have so absently jumped to mind, though.
The Academy taught us that imbued objects are inviolable, immune from another’s Will until the original imbuing Will is removed. But in Obiteum, that is simply untrue. It’s unfortunate that Obiteum’s rules also mean I can’t make a weapon out of it, the way I could back home on Res.
I, WHO REST HERE, WAS named Belli.
“It was meant to be me,” she says suddenly, so quietly that I almost think she’s talking to herself. “Not Belli. Running the Labyrinth, I mean.”
I stare for several seconds. Heart lurching. “The boy you…” Breath short. “The boy you tortured. Didn’t he tell you that he wasn’t Catenicus?” “No. Admitted he… was.” Oh, gods. Callidus. Gods-damned, courageous idiot.
“I have repurposed them for our fight, warrior. Their processing capability is limited,” I murmur in Vetusian.
I am more than annoyed that Pádraig seems to think it is my spirit, not my injury, that is at fault.
‘In trying to become God, they created Him.’ ”
“Their processing capability is limited due to the restrictions of the sanguis imperium, but the addition of a single active mind should be capable of temporarily interceding and allowing for Synchronism to occur. Do you wish to proceed?”
“Because it’s a way to access the iunctii guarding the Labyrinth. A kind of external control point, designed to temporarily shut them off. At least, that’s what we all believed based on our translations. What I still believe.”
“That entire underground complex was built to circumvent the security around the Labyrinth. To allow someone to get out—like you did. But seven years ago, it was Caeror who went through during the Iudicium.”

