Ashborn Primordial

Chapter 278: Physical Evaluations

Just hours after being led to their accommodationslittle more than shallow rectangular pits that offered the barest protection from the wind, and none at all from the rainthey were once again herded back to the Garrison.

What scared Vir the most wasnt the proficiency examination itself, not even the ever-present Ash Beast threat, but rather the physical inspection all prisoners were required to undergo. As Vir stood in line, stripped down to his underwear, he prayed that Cirayus new body paint sufficiently protected him from the Chitrans prying eyes.

If it didntor worse, if they had an Iksana with Sight in their employVir would be forced to abandon his plans.

He strained to get a good look at the examiner, but the tests were taking place in one of the wooden buildings within the Garrison, and the line extended well outside, depriving him of a view. He was just too far to be discovered.

Relax, friend, Balagra the Naganow in his humanoid bipedal formsaid. You should be happy if they fail you. Some of the invalids are culled, but I hear rejects work as janitors and errand boys. Much less likely to die. Though, Balarga eyed Virs tattoos, I suppose with those tattoos, you stand little chance of that. Are you perhaps afraid that youll pass?

Nothing like that, Vir mumbled. After discussing the various options with Cirayus, theyd settled on inscribing a temporary Aspect of the Final Sanctuary on Vir. Final Sanctuary was primarily a defensive tattoo, granting the wielder enhanced protection against various forms of damage. Masters of that tattoo could sometimes even create domes of protection, enveloping those around them, though like all Aspect tattoos, its abstract nature meant its power varied drastically between demons.

For this operation, Vir wasnt planning on using Prana Darts or any other Ash-based offensive magic. Hed also left his Artifact Chakram and katar behind, so Final Sanctuary made the most sense since itd allow him to use Toughen and Prana Armor without arousing suspicion.

Even so, hed been reluctant to paint on any tattoos at all. Cirayus convinced him against that route, however. While itd posed the least risk, itd also arouse suspicion when Vir defeated Ash Beasts without using tattoos. Itd make him look like an anomaly, or worse00, a genius. Still, while Cirayus had insisted the tattoo wouldnt easily come off, Vir had his doubts. Hed have to be careful to protect the tribal tattoo on his shoulder at all costs.

Listen, you seem like a kind soul, so allow me a piece of advice, Balagra said. Keep your head down. Dont make a scene. Stay by my side. Ill protect you the best Im able. Maybe it isnt much, and maybe dying early would be a blessing. But Ill do this at least.

Why? Vir asked, finally finding an opportunity to ask the Naga the question that had been at the back of his mind. Whats in it for you?

Do I need a reason to be kind to another?

You do if it means putting your life in danger. Protecting me could very well get you killed.

If Im to die anyway, at least let it be on my terms, Balagra said, shuffling forward in the long line.

The demon seemed to have said his piece about the topic, so Vir tried looking for the other two hed scouted on their journey over, but failed to locate them. The Chits had batched several new arrivals, and there were well over two hundred in line.

You not only possess an Aspect tattoo, but you also have a bloodline art of the Panav, Vir said, eyeing the beautiful silver tattoo that marked Balagras back. While Vir had yet to memorize all the various tattoos, its Water affinity, along with its color, and Balagra being a Panav naga, made it simple to guess. That means youre someone important in the Panav. Howd you end up here, of all places?

The naga frowned. Suffice it to say that Fate sometimes deals random hands, and through a series of unfortunate encounters, I landed here. Ill not speak of it any further Bemoaning ones past changes nothing. Still, I am no criminal. These vermin might only care for saving their own skin, but I believe there are other, greater things in life.

Balagra turned away, saying nothing more. While light on details, Balagras explanation confirmed Virs suspicions. The naga was cut from a different cloth from the others in this camp.

The line moved slowly, and Vir tried striking up conversations with others nearby, but only received the cold shoulder and looks of disdain. Hed stopped trying soon after.

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It was hours later that Vir finally drew near enough to the wooden building to gauge the prana signatures coming from within. What he saw made him pale.

Youve got to be kidding me

There were several signatures in the room, yet of them all, one stood out glaringly. Shadow Prana, and a lot of it. The signature also possessed other, lesser affinities, but it was Shadow that shone the brightest.

On its own, itd be little cause for concernthere were plenty of demons with Shadow Prana. In this setting, however? It could only mean one thing.

They have an Iksana Ghael in there.

If true, Vir had no chance. The moment the Iksana spied him, his cover would be compromised.

And yet, he had to pass this physical exam.

Think, Vir. What can you do?

As he was, very little. He needed more information. For all he knew, it might not be an Iksana in there. Virs mind flew to forging the results of his inspection. If he could figure out how they recorded the prisonersperhaps steal their logbookVir could write in the results of his inspection.

Unfortunately, the only way to know for certain was by using Dance of the Shadow Demon. By the time he entered the building, itd be too late.

Can you keep my place? Vir asked Balagra. Gotta, yknow Gotta go.

Might need you to do the same for me when you get back, Balagra replied. Never expected this Ash Damned line would be so long.

Vir nodded, then hailed one of the several Kothis who stood watch over the prisoners.

Pisser? the guard asked even before Vir asked.

He shook his head. No, sorry. The other one.

The guard sighed in obvious annoyance. Fine. Come along.

Vir followed the guard to a wooden outhouse nearby, holding his breath as he entered. The stench was some of the worst hed endured. An impressive feat, given his experiences at Daha.

Five minutes. And if youre not back in time before youre up, you go to the very back, he said, thumbing to the line that snaked nearly out of the Garrison.

Vir nodded, thinking about how losing his place wouldnt be so bad. Ill be sure to hurry, he said, closing the wooden door. There was no latch, so hed have to hope the guard didnt intrude while he was gone.

Losing no time, Vir sunk into the shadows, choosing an empty gap between two wooden structures nearby as an exit. He worked quickly, both to learn as much as he could and to get away from that stinking cesspool. Vir was almost thankful the prisoners outside the Garrison were forced to dig holes and do their business outside.

Another invocation of Dance of the Shadow Demon brought him to the examination building. Nestled safely within the shadows, he spied on the room, and a cold dread overcame him.

There, clothed in only a loincloth and bearing several tattoos, stood a gangly Iksana Ghael, his head nearly touching the ceiling of the low-roofed building.

This is bad. Really, really bad.

Virs problems didnt end there. There were far too many people in the small building for him to steal the book and forge his results, which meant hed have to wait until later. Though, what excuse would he give to delay his results? Even if he was sent to the back of the line, hed only delay the inevitable.

Virs mind whirred as he stared at the ghael. It made no sense for an Iksana to be all the way out here. Did that mean the Iksana were helping the Chitran? No, that didnt make sense eitherGovernor Asuman wouldve called Vir out on his bluff if that were the case.

Which means

Vir noticed the metal collar wrapped tightly around his neck.

Theyre using him. So hes a prisoner? Vir thought. Can I use that?

Vir considered it briefly, though ultimately rejected that plan. He couldnt be sure what state of mind this Iksana prisoner was in. Had they broken him? Had the Chitran promised him freedom in return for cooperation?

There were too many variables, and trusting a random Iksana with his deepest secret didnt sit well with Vir. No, he needed a better solution.

Still, time had nearly run out. Hed have to return to the outhouse soon, and then hed be back in line. With one last look at the Iksanas tattoos, Vir returned.

You about done? the guard shouted. Dont come in there and make me have to get you. Oi! You hear me?

Im done! Vir said, opening the door, his nose wrinkled.

Good. You wouldnt have been happy if I had to come get you. Now, back in line!

Vir rejoined Balagra, who took his turn right after. While the naga was away, Virs mind spun. Only ten prisoners remained before he entered the building.

Half a dozen plans came to Virs mind, none of them viable. Neither he nor Cirayus had predicted the presence of an Iksana here. Cirayus had assured him the chances of seeing one were infinitesimal. It took a truly special event to get them to leave their caves, which made Vir suspected the Iksana werent aware that one of their own was being held captive here.

That might be information Vir could use if he found a way past this current crisis.

Balagra returned, and they finally entered the examination room.

Once again, Vir found his eyes trained on the Iksanas tattoos. Something about them stood out to him. But why? Though the Iksana boasted more tattoos on his body than many of the prisoners, that wasnt the reason.

Cirayus words echoed in Virs mind.

Iksanas Purple Bloodline tattoos stand in stark contrast to their bodies.

Purple.

Vir heaved a sigh of relief. Everything would be alright.

Vir stepped up for his examination, allowing the Kothis to pinch his muscles.

Well? a Chitran asked. How is he?

Tough to say with this one, the Ghael rasped disinterestedly, his eyes barely even registering Vir. He looked like he was bored out of his mind. Which usually means theyre weak.

Hmm. Hes got some good muscle on him, and Aspect of the Final Sanctuarys good for defense.

The Ghael said nothing, staring at his claw-like fingernails.

I suppose well see in the combat exam. Next!

And just like that, Vir was given back his clothes and shoved out of the building.

Hed passed.

All because the Iksana theyd held captive lacked the Clarity bloodline art.

The Fates had been kind to Vir on this day, but he resolved to be more cautious in the future.

Now Lets see about this combat exam.